Page 63 of Forecasting the Forward

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as he places his lips on mine, and I sigh softly into his mouth. One hand comes up to tangle in my hair as I circle my arms around his waist. I’m against the nearest wall before I even realize Jacob walked us there, and he lifts me to wrap my legs around his waist. He nips at my lips as I settle my core against him, feeling his rigid length hit me perfectly. Emboldened, I decide to tell him what I’m thinking.

“I’ve never been with a man who’s pierced before. Well, before you,” I blurt out against his lips.

“What?” Jacob asks, the word harsh as his breath hits my face.

“Well, I haven’t. My experience is pretty limited. So I researched it. Yours. I mean your piercing. I learned way too much about penile piercings, to be honest, and somehow that led to me learning about female piercings, and holy moly, there are a lot of options down there. But for yours, it suggested I’d enjoy it best if you were behind me? So I’d like to do that. Sex. The behind kind. Wait! Not thebehindkind. Not that sex. I’m so not ready for that. Oh my word. Can I just be put out of my misery right now?”

“Fucking hell, Spitfire, you are an absolute treasure,” Jacob blurts out before throwing his head back in laughter. My face burns in complete humiliation. I attempt to loosen my legs from around him so I can go hide in the bathroom, but his arms clamp down on my thighs, his hands on my ass. “No. You’re not running away. I don’t know anything about piercings, other than my own, but if that’s something you’re interested in, I can learn. What we had last night was phenomenal, darlin’, and I’m not rushing you into anything else, even the behind kind. But you are right, you’ll feel it best if I’m behind you. The piercing will hityour G-spot that way. And I want you to always trust me to hear your thoughts. You don’t have to act around me, Becca. I don’t expect the perfect version your family expected. Just you, baby. I just want you.”

Not knowing how to respond, I pull him toward me for a kiss. He kisses me softly, slowly, and so tenderly that I feel tears pool behind my eyelids. It’s an odd juxtaposition to go from talking about G-spots and piercings, to feeling like he’s getting ready to make love to me. The hand that was wrapped up in my hair slides around to cup my cheek, and I’m immediately a puddle of goo.

“Where’s your bedroom, darlin’?” he asks against my mouth. I point down the short hallway on the other side of the kitchen, and Jacob takes off, his legs making long strides across the short distance. He stops at the doorway, looking down at Thunder, who faithfully trotted behind us. “Sorry, buddy. Adults only this time, but I promise we’ll make it up to you.”

Shutting the door, Jacob doesn’t look around. His eyes are solely focused on me, and I can’t look away. His gaze is intense, and now that I know what he can do in the bedroom, I’m all too excited to experience it again. He kneels, placing me on the edge of the bed, and begins removing my shoes and socks. I quickly begin unbuttoning his shirt, then spread my hands across his pecs. He really is beautiful.

“Arms up,” he whispers huskily, and I oblige. He removes my shirt, then pulls my bra straps off my shoulders. I reach around to unhook it, letting it fall into my lap. “You are so fucking spectacular, Becca. I don’t think I’ll ever get over feeling like this. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Goosebumps erupt as his fingers leisurely stroll along my skin, and I whimper softly. “Please, Jacob.”

“Please, what? What do you need, baby?” he asks, leaning in to place a light kiss on my collarbone.

“I need you. I need you to make love to me.”

He lets out a muffled curse as he rests his forehead against mine. “I hope this doesn’t scare you. I really hope you don’t freak out. But I can’t not tell you. I’m falling for you, Becca. And hearing you say you need me to make love to you? It’s like my dreams just came true. I’m not letting you go. Whenever this drama is done with your family, I’m not letting you go.”

I’m falling for him. I know it. But I can’t say the words. Every man in my life has failed me, for one reason or another, and I’m petrified Jacob will do the same. Instead, I pull him to me again, kissing him deeply. He helps me remove my pants, then slips out of his. Climbing onto the bed above me, only our underwear separate us, but now it’s not so much about sex. It’s about the connection we’re both feeling, whether I’m able to verbalize it or not.

We make out like teenagers for an ungodly amount of time. I find myself paying attention to his body, and reactions, to see how I can make him unravel. Jacob likes it when I suck on his tongue, and when I drag my fingernails up his spine. He really loves when I scratch his scalp, and the guttural groan he lets out whenever I nibble on his lower lip tells me he’s a big fan of that move. Without stopping a deep kiss, we each slide our underwear off so we’re fully skin to skin.

When Jacob suddenly sits up, I let out a sputtering, “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. Just want to try something.” He grabs my arm, pulling me up, then motions for me to climb in his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. Once I do, I realize how intimate the position is. He’s all I see. Feel. Hear.

I wonder if our heartbeats are in sync, and if he can hear mine pounding.

Jacob shifts slightly, and I feel him notched at my entrance. Pushing in slowly, his eyes never leave mine. I forget to breatheas he fills me, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure and lust. It feels so right, and that scares the hell out of me.

I shimmy my hips a little, then gasp when I feel his piercing hit a deep spot inside me. Jacob grabs hold of my waist, picking me up before slamming me down again. Over and over he moves me along his shaft, and my orgasm builds. Then everything stops again.

“You wanted me to hit it from behind, so stand up,” Jacob grunts, his face covered with a sheen of perspiration. I stand, then look down at his lap.

“Wow,” I breathe.

“What?”

“I’ve never seen one like this before.”

“You saw mine last night, darlin’. It’s the same dick.” While his voice is deadpan, a hint of a smile twitches on Jacob’s face, and his eyes sparkle with amusement.

“But I didn’t see it covered in me,” I blurt out, and the amusement fades from his eyes.

“Turn around and back up,” he demands, his voice a full octave lower. As I do what he says, unsure what is about to happen, I wonder if when he said, “hit it”, did he mean spanking? I really don’t think that’s my kink, but I don’t know how to explain that. “Put your legs up on each side of me. Like before, but backwards.”

Oh.

I carefully position my legs as Jacob’s arms encircle me, pushing my back against his front. His breath is hot against my ear. “This also means I have better access to your tits and your clit. How many times you think you can come before I do?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” I wonder aloud.

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