Page 57 of Forecasting the Forward

“Kiss me,” I whisper, unable to take one more second without feeling his lips against mine.

Jacob grins wickedly. “With pleasure.”

He takes my mouth in a delicious kiss full of promise and lust. I can faintly taste the mint he popped at the end of the third period. He groans quietly, and the sound reverberates throughout my entire body. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, begging for entry. As soon as I feel the velvety softness rub against mine, my knees buckle, but Jacob catches me, slowly lowering me onto the bed.

“I promise I’ll take my time with you later, okay, Spitfire? I swear I have every intention of memorizing your body, but if I don’t bury myself inside you here shortly, I think I might die,” Jacob says hoarsely. I have a momentary flash of disappointment, hoping he’d at least get me off first. I’ve never come from just intercourse, and I usually just tell the guy I came. I’m not the most experienced woman out there, but most men don’t know what a real female orgasm feels like, and they take my word for it.

“What’s that look for?” Jacob asks.

“What look? There’s no look,” I respond, a slight tremor evident in my voice. Jacob cocks his head to the side as he studies me.

“I literally just told you I want you to tell me what you need. I can’t read your mind.”

“It’s nothing,” I stammer, waving a hand nonchalantly. “I’ve just never been able to come from intercourse.”

Jacob’s mouth drops open. “Never? Never ever?”

I shake my head. “I can come other ways. Lots of women don’t have orgasms when only penetration is used.”

“Huh,” he muses. “Can honestly say I’ve never noticed it.”

I can’t help the giggle that bursts from my lips. “Of course not. Most men don’t know what a real female orgasm is.”

“I never said that. No woman has ever told me she can’t get off that way, but I guaran-damn-tee you that every woman I’ve ever slept with has left feeling incredibly satisfied.”

“They could be lying to you, you know,” I point out.

Jacob shrugs. “Darlin’, there are a lot of things I’ll admit I’m not good at. I suck at driving in snow, and I’m shit at organizing a grocery list. But pleasuring a woman? Knowing when she’s coming so hard she blacks out? Yeah, I’m fucking amazing at that.”

“She — she blacks out?” I whisper. “Is that normal?”

He shrugs again. “Not sure. Might just be normal for me, because it happens fairly regularly. I’ve got a good tongue.”

Jesus. “You do have a good tongue.”

He gives me a wicked grin. “When I said I needed to bury myself inside you, did you automatically assume I’d take care of myself, and not make sure you got yours too?”

I nod slowly.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Seems my wife needs to learn a little more about how giving her husband is.”

Jacob kisses me hard on the lips, then slowly slides down my body until he’s kneeling next to the bed. I sit back on my elbows so I can watch him, and I notice a subtle pink flush on his neck. Is he as turned on as I am? As my breathing picks up, I watch as he leans forward to rest his chin against the juncture between my legs. I’m wearing a dress, as we went straight from the wedding chapel in Las Vegas to the game in Cleveland, and now I’m so happy I did.

Easy access.

I should push him away. It’s been an incredibly long day where I haven’t showered. But I just … can’t. I can’t stop the train that is Jacob, and I’m hoping he takes me straight to Orgasm Town.

I giggle under my breath as his hands slide underneath the dress, grabbing onto the sides of my panties. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. It should be vulgar when he pulls them off my feet, leaving my heels on, and brings the fabric to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he lets out a guttural moan. “Jesus, Spitfire. You smell divine.”

Finding my voice, I say clearly, “How about you find out if I taste better?”

A crooked grin grows on Jacob’s handsome face as he chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

His girl. I almost comment on how much I like the sound of that, but Jacob takes the opportunity to bury his face between my legs, and I forget how to breathe, much less talk. His tongue hits my clit perfectly, circling it over and over again, and I feel my body tense up in preparation for an orgasm. It’s been so long — too long — since I’ve been eaten out, and I didn’t know how much I missed it.

Jacob drags his tongue to my entrance, lapping up the evidence of how turned on I am, before bringing it to my clit. Circling it rapidly, he pushes one finger inside me, immediately finding my G-spot. “Eyes open, darlin’. I want your eyes on me as you come.”

He pushes another thick finger inside, and I clench tightly. When he sucks my clit between his lips and nibbles gently, I detonate. Eyes rolling back into my head, I arch my back as the wave of endorphins crashes over my body. It seems to go on for minutes as my body vibrates with shudders. I suddenly realize I’m panting, as I was so caught up in the orgasm that I forgot to breathe. I’m not sure the last time I had that intense of an orgasm. Maybe never.

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