Page 62 of The Likelihood Of You

“Is this okay?” He asked, breaking our kiss, our eyes holding on to each other.

Truthfully, I’d thought about this moment a lot. In the beginning, I’d work myself up about taking it slow, and see how things progressed. And if there were ever a time when we reached this point, I’d tell him I wasn’t ready. I didn’t believe I could be. Mending my heart was one thing; being this intimate with another man was a whole other game I wasn’t sure I’d be ready for. But after tonight, it feels like the right thing to do. I want this. I want Jacob. I’ve never been so sure.

“Yes.” I rushed out, before biting his lip as a sign to carry on.

My hands remained around his neck, fisting his hair sporadically as he delved deeper between my legs. Two of his fingers began to peel back the fabric that guarded me. I curved my back slightly, a siren call for him to go further, and I could tell he liked that. His fingers lingered around my opening, and he almost caught his breath at the feeling of my slick folds. “Fuck, Florence.”

Hearing his voice only turned me on more. I wanted to bottle up those thick, seductive tones and keep them forever, breaking them out only on special occasions. I was eagerly awaiting his fingers to plunge inside of me, but he teased and taunted me with the hope of pleasure instead.

He paused our kiss, pulling away and connecting our eyes. “Do you want this?”

I knew from the tone of his voice and the hungry look that was cast over his eyes that he wasn’t asking for permission; he was asking me to beg. His wicked smirk was another dead giveaway. His dominance impressed me.

Thirty minutes ago, he was possibly the sweetest man on earth, but now? He was a sex powerhouse who knew how to work a woman to the brink of orgasm with just the presence of his fingers.

But just because I lived for this kind of foreplay didn’t mean I would cave so easily. “I don’t beg, Jacob Emerson, if that’s what you want me to do,” I said, brushing my lips against his.

“No?” That smirk spurred on something deep in my soul the higher it curled up his lips, that feeling only growing when I felt his fingers hover over the part of me that throbbed. “I think we can change that.”

Our lips crashed together again, and his hand guided my head to the polished armrest of the couch, allowing him to tower over me. Without warning, his finger began to caress me, sending pulses of bliss along the base of my spine, like little shocks of electricity flowing through a wire. I let my head roll backwards, falling deeper into the leather beneath me, releasing a moan that had been trapped in my throat since he first grabbed my thigh.

He must have liked hearing what his touch was doing to me, because his finger circled faster, so much so I could feel the hot sparks of an orgasm creeping their way out of me. Another whimper, louder and more wanting than the last, echoed in the space between us. I was in two minds about screaming at him to just fuck me here and now.I couldn’t take his teasing for much longer; my vision was becoming hazy, and I couldn’t see straight.

As I started to relax into the rhythm and bask in the sensations passing through me like spirits, I felt his finger slip away from me, allowing all those magical feelings to drain away in the absence of his touch. My body flattened, no longer plump with lust.

This man.

“You’re evil,” I said, my breath heavy.

He was still lying over me, so close that it was impossible not to want to touch him back and copy his teasing. Give him a taste of his own sadistic medicine.

“Tell me you need this, and I won’t just play with you; I’ll fuck you until you’re clawing the leather of this couch.” His hand fell from behind my head, trailing my cheek, and my neck, only stopping when his fingers played with the cotton that covered the swell of my breasts. “Tell me, Flo. I want to hear you say it. ”

I wanted to hold my ground, use some of that stubbornness I had hidden away somewhere, but it was pointless. Every ounce of my willpower faded away with each word that left his cherry-tainted mouth.

I bit my lip before succumbing to his game, “I need it.Please.”

He was satisfied, his face beaming with pride and hunger, and he’d won, for now. I had no time to think about my revenge plan, because without warming, two of his fingers ploughed into me, sending a cry past my lips and into the thick air between us. He leaned over me, further than before, so his forehead rested on mine as our heavy breaths and moansmingled.

His pace quickened, my body moulding around him and making room for him and his strength. My hands slipped down his neck and rested on his back, my fingers pulling at the cotton that lay over him, desperate to cling onto something, anything that would steady my shaking body.

“Jacob.” I moaned, not knowing what I meant by it, just that I wanted to say his beautiful name.

“Such a good girl, Flo. Look at you.” Those words were enough to convince me to let him play this game for hours if he so wished, and allowed that orgasm from earlier to flow back through me like a raging river.

Stupid praise kink.

The base of my spine began to spit fire, my entire lower half numb with shakes and liquid pleasure. My head rolled back, and my eyes fluttered shut as I bathed in the heat that had captured my limp and lifeless body.

I slowly cracked open my eyes as I felt Jacob lean off me slightly, admiring how wild his hair had become, and the slight sheen across his forehead as a result of his efforts.

He pulled his fingers out of me, and did something that made that dull, wanting throb return again, and a shallow gasp left my lips. He placed his fingers, which were coated in my glossy arousal, in his mouth, appreciating every last drop.

If I thought I was turned on before, the sight of him cleaning me off his fingers was enough to make me come on command.

“So goddamn sweet.” He whispered, his eyes hardening with every swipe of his tongue.

I felt hot, which was only a once-in-a-blue-moon type of feeling, especially in this circumstance. But that tiny detail made me feel wanted. Desired. Like I was his energy source, and he couldn’t survive without me. I revelled in that feeling.

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