Page 63 of Fairy Tale Lies
Stunning.
Jacob ran a finger along the top beveled edges before slipping inside. He brushed through her tight curls, seeking her center, while also capturing her mouth with his lips. He loved the way her body trembled at his touch but wanted to be buried inside her when she came apart.
He withdrew his hand and stepped back. Greta reached for his zipper. She shoved his jeans down far enough to slide a hand inside. She grasped him, making him grow even harder.
“Greta…” The rest of his word fell away, and speaking became impossible, as was delaying what they both wanted.
Jacob pushed his jeans lower and grasped Greta’s thighs, tugging her to the edge of the table. Her legs snagged his waist, pulling him to her.
“Now,” she demanded.
He eased inside her, her warmth and tightness gripping him, sweet and intense. The sensation was almost too much. He began to thrust, and a loud groan, soaked in ecstasy, ripped from his throat.
“Ah, Jacob. I’ve needed this…you.” Her moan turned to a cry as her climax ripped through her.
He wouldn’t let it be the only one of the night.
She wrapped her legs tighter, driving him in deeper. Watching her writhe in pleasure under him was erotic as the act itself. She was a sensual mixture of sweet and sin.
His aphrodisiac.
Leaning on the desk and resting on her elbows, her feverish gaze perused his body. Jacob shifted to watch their joined bodies. The sight was mesmerizing, taking him to the razor edge of his climax.
His fast-approaching release brought into focus what was missing. Reality crashed into him, and he stumbled back. “Damn, Greta, I’m sorry,” he choked.
“What?” She sounded bereft.
“No condom.” He’d never forgotten before.
“Oh…”
The scariest was a small part of him didn’t care. He couldn’t picture a future without her, so it didn’t seem like a massive risk to him.
Keywords: To him.
It didn’t mean she felt the same. Jacob grabbed his jeans, searching for his wallet. Finding it, he removed the foil package and, once covered, he reached for her.
They joined again roughly, crashing together with urgent and commanding thrusts. He slid his hands under her ass, shifting her pelvis for more friction. Greta’s whimpers became demands, telling him she was close.
Her head fell back and her body stiffened, clenching around him as another climax racked her body. Her tight orgasmic pulses sent him over the edge, violently and soul deep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
They lay entangled on the desk, and Greta waited for her breathing to slow. She slid her hand along Jacob’s damp, solid chest, her fingers dusting the soft hairs and stopping at his heart. She loved the heavy thumping of it under her palm.
He looked at her hand and started to pull away. He must’ve thought she was asking him to move.
She tightened her hold, nails digging in flesh. “Please don’t go. Not yet.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the table, never breaking their connection. He sat them on the closest chair. “I’m happy to stay like this for the rest of the night. You let me know when you’re uncomfortable.”
He ran his lips along her neck to the edge of her shoulder, leaning back and watching goosebumps pebbling on her arms. He was growing hard again.
“I swear one of these days I will take you in a bed,” he muttered, his focus still on her skin.
“I’m in no hurry. Let’s try all the places en route to there.”
“You’re such the woman for me.” His lips slanted over hers.
