Page 71 of Jacob

His big body jolted, and he kissed her, hard, holding her head as he kissed her. Deeply, endlessly. She held onto his wrists because it was as if a great wind had picked them up and tossed them. She lost the ground under her feet and realized only a few seconds later that Jacob had picked her up and laid her on the ground, hands feverishly working.

He continued kissing her as he stripped her. Tracksuit jacket unzipped and off with a swipe of his hands. Her bra off. Did she hear a ripping sound?La Perlashe thought to herself with a sigh and then thought nothing at all, as she was drowning in sensations.

He somehow lifted her slightly and pulled her pants and panties down and off. She had no idea how he did it, but he also took her boots and socks off. How did he do that? Like magic. Was it all that training with guns? Made him incredibly dexterous? How did he do it so fast? At the same time, somehow, he stripped himself. Some deft movements she didn’t see and there he was, naked. Wiry chest hairs tickled her breasts and that same sense of holding something incredibly powerful in her arms.

They’d almost died. Had things gone slightly differently, they’d both be dead or dying horribly. But they weren’t dead. They were alive, oh so alive. Life pulsed in her veins, she could feel it. Feel the blood pumping, the breath in her lungs, her skin hot where he touched it. They weren’t cold and inert but filled with life and they had the rest of their lives to look forward to.

“Can’t wait,” he muttered. She barely heard, was about to ask himwhat did you say? when his knees pushed her legs apart and he thrust into her. Hard, so very hard. If she hadn’t been ready, it would have hurt. But it didn’t hurt, not at all, she welcomed him with every cell of her being, legs open, sex warm and already wet, arms tight around his chest, her entire body telling him that she was his, and he was hers.

He wasn’t careful with her. This was a celebration of life and it was with their entire beings that they made love. It was hard and fast. Jacob pounded into her and she held him tightly, his body completely a part of hers, as it should be. He was part of her now.

It was too furious to last. One last powerful thrust and she came, clenching around him as he held himself inside her, pumping his seed into her. When it ended, she was slippery with his sweat and hers. Her legs and arms fell from him and she tried to breathe even though he was sprawled on her, heavy as a horse.

They lay on the floor, gasping and wheezing.

Jacob slowly pulled out of her, his penis touching super sensitive skin. Her breath came out on a huff.

“Yeah,” he whispered, bringing his forehead against hers. He turned over so that she wasn’t with her back against the floor. She could feel the rumble of the engines against her back, but when Jacob rolled, she was plastered against him, and could only feel the beat of his heart.

Out the small oval window it was night. They were above the clouds, the stars shining brightly, cold diamonds in the sky.

Jacob ran his hand up and down her back and she shivered. Oh God, was this in her future? Her shivering every time he touched her bare skin? It wasn’t a bad future but how was she expected to get anything done if she dissolved at his touch?

Still, as a problem, it wasn’t a bad one to have. Better than a madman holding a gun to her head, together with a vial of bioengineered variola.

Jacob kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck. His mouth found that erogenous zone on her neck and he nipped her. She shivered. Just like Pavlov’s dogs.

“Did you know that pilots are like ships’ captains?”

Alex barely understood the words. Pilots like captains? What did that mean? And what did she care?

“Mmm,” she answered.

He shook her gently. “No, don’t zone out on me, honey. Listen.”

Well, listening to him talking about captains and pilots was hard when her body was still humming with pleasure. But she made an effort.

“Okay.”

“Do you know what a ship’s captain is empowered to do?”

“Sail? Or whatever the term is.”

“Besides that.”

Alex tried to pull a clever answer out of her head, but she couldn’t. The riddle was too hard.

“Ok. I give up. What can a ship’s captain do?”

“He can marry people. And so can a pilot.”

Everything in her stilled, shocked.

He lifted her torso up a little so he could look her in the eyes. He was both smiling and deadly serious.

He slipped a Coke can tab on her left ring finger.

“Marry me, Alex. Make an honest man out of me. Right here and right now.”

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