Page 55 of Something that Could Last

I feel the pressure building once again and am overcome with the same euphoric sensation from before. I cry out, lost in the pleasure he elicits from my body. He lets out a deep, erogenous groan and I feel him grow inside me with his impending release. He stiffens as he fills me with his warmth before collapsing beside me. Kissing the side of my head, he pulls me close and tucks me into his chest.

“Wow. That was amazing,” he mumbles into my hair. I would have to agree.

We lay there quietly for a moment catching our breath, our bodies entwined and hearts racing. A few minutes pass before he breaks the silence.

“Abby?” he begins, his tone serious, regretful almost. I tense, afraid he’s going to ask me to leave.Maybe he’s done with me now that he’s gotten what he wants.“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything,” I respond. The tension in his voice makes me a little nervous, but I try to hide my mounting anxiety.

He doesn’t speak right away, and I sense his trepidation. My unease grows with every second he remains silent.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks finally.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Yes. Yeah, of course.” I feel him relax behind me, his worry melting away with mine.

His fingers trail up and down the side of my arm, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin. “I’ve never done that before, you know, without protection. I want you to know that.”

“Neither have I,” I assure him. It’s not like me to be irresponsible like that, but I was so lost in him; I couldn’t think rationally with his lips on my skin and his hands in my hair. We’ll have to be more careful next time.

Next time.

“I didn’t even know it could feel that good. You’re incredible.” I blush and he urges me back towards him. He maneuvers my body so that I’m facing him and reaches down to brush his thumb over my cheek. “Could you be any more perfect?” His icy blue eyes stare into mine, and I squirm under his praise. I press the side of my face into his chest and neck and snuggle closer to him. He chuckles at my shyness, knowing that I’m avoiding his appreciative gaze. “And did I mention how adorable you are when you’re being bashful?”

I turn completely into him, burying my face in his collarbone so he can’t see me blush. His chuckle turns into full-on laughter, and I can’t help but laugh with him. He kisses my forehead and I wrap my arm around his waist, resting my cheek on his chest. We talk for a little while, but soon, my eyelids become too heavy to stay awake. I drift off to sleep to the slow, rhythmic sound of his heart beating against my ear.

I wake sometime later with a dry mouth and a full bladder. I stumble my way to the bathroom, guided only by the glow of the bedside lamp. When I’ve finished using the restroom, I fill a cup of water and gulp it down in one drink. I catch my naked reflection in the mirror and my cheeks redden at the thought of everything that happened in this bathroom and in Jacob’s bed. My hair is a tousled mess, further evidence of our intense lovemaking. My lips are swollen and pink from Jacob’s demanding kisses, and my skin is flushed with that after-sex glow. My eyes soften with an unspoken affection for a man I hardly know.

I walk back into the bedroom and go in search of my clothes. I don’t even remember what I did with them. It seems odd, walking around Jacob’s bedroom naked in the middle of the night. I finally locate my clothing draped across the arm of one of the chairs in the sitting area and reach for my underwear.

“Don’t.” A deep voice startles me. “Leave them off. I'm enjoying the view.” Jacob is awake and lying on his side watching me from his bed, a seductive smile gracing his lips. “Come here,” he invites as he lifts the edge of the comforter, welcoming me back in.

Walking back towards him, I attempt to cover as much of my nakedness as I can, but it’s useless. He’s seen it all anyway. The man bathed me. There’s really no need to be modest in front of him anymore.

I crawl back into bed beside him and he reaches over, turning off the lamp. His mouth is instantly on me as soon as the lights go out. His demanding kiss ignites my desire again, and I feel the need growing between my legs. He lies back and grabs my thighs, coaxing me to sit astride his lap. I straddle him and feel his hardness press into me. I lean down and taste his lips, licking and probing. He groans and pulls my hips down harder on his erection.

“You’re in control now,” he whispers in my ear. “What is it that you want?”

“You,” I echo my earlier response. I moan as he rocks back and forth, rubbing against me in just the right spot.

“And what do you want from me?” He wants specifics.

“I want you inside me.” As tame as my response is, it qualifies as talking dirty for me. His appreciative groan assures me that was the correct answer.

I lift my hips and he directs himself to my opening. My gasp fills the silence between us as I sink down onto him. These sensations are so new to me; the feel of him filling and stretching me, his bare skin against mine. I’ll never get enough of him. I begin rocking back and forth, finding my own rhythm as he grasps my hips. I let my hands explore his arms and chest, feeling the muscles bunch and strain beneath my fingers.

He slides one hand down my front, his fingers finding the junction where our bodies meet. “Fuck,” he groans, rubbing my wetness over the sensitive flesh. His words and the motion of his fingers bring me to the brink again.

He pulls away and I huff in frustration.I was so close!He chuckles, amused with my impatience. “Don't worry. I'll take care of that ache between your legs soon enough,” he assures me.

I involuntarily tighten around him at his lascivious words and sexy voice. He thrusts deep into me and I gasp as my muscles grip him tightly. His hands slide up my torso to cup my breasts. It's hard to keep up the steady rhythm of my hips with the incredible sensations flooding my body.

“Lean back a little,” he urges, directing me with his fingers pressing gently against my stomach. I do, and he slides his hand back down to the needy spot he abandoned earlier. I'm more open to him now, and the angle of his penetration is even more satisfying. He begins to rub his thumb over me again, and within moments, I explode, my body convulsing and legs shaking. He releases with me this time, extending my pleasure. Spent, I collapse onto his chest and he wraps me tightly in his arms. We take a moment to catch our breath before attempting to move or speak.

I finally slide off his body and lie next to him, hand pressed to my chest to calm my still racing heart. Jacob sits up and turns the bedside lamp back on before slipping out of bed.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he bids with a roguish grin before leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. I couldn’t go anywhere right now if I wanted to with my body sated and muscles limp from post orgasmic endorphins. “I’ll be right back.” He returns a moment later, washcloth in hand, and climbs back onto the bed, pressing the warm cloth between my legs. I swallow thickly, emotion clogging my throat at the intimate and unexpected act. No other man has shown me such care and appreciation after sex. When he returns from discarding the washcloth in the bathroom, he climbs in beside me, pulling the covers over our chests as I nuzzle into his side. He gently pushes my hair from my face and kisses my forehead. The sweet gesture causes a tingle in my chest and a flutter in my stomach. I've fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with this man and I have no idea what to do with those feelings. They're so new to me, and I don't know how long this is going to last.

Living in the moment isn’t something I've ever been good at. I've always been looking forward, working towards something,planning. But I don't know if there’s any kind of future for Jacob and me. He'll be leaving in a little over a week, and I have no idea where things will go with us. If I want any part of him, I'll have to settle for what he can give me right now. I know he’s worth it, but will I be able to let him go when the time comes? Will he be able to just walk away from me, from what we have?

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