Page 78 of Fairy Tale Lies
Is it possible to drown in erotic gratification?
Too soon, his climax rushed through his veins, fierce and throbbing. He tried to warn her, to push her away, she refused and took him deeper. He catapulted over the edge, shouting her name and shuddering as waves of pleasure raced through him.
“Damn, woman. You’re a goddess,” he said when the spasms racking his body subsided and he was able to speak again. “Forget Aphrodite. You are my Peitho.”
“Hmm?” She shimmied up and cuddled against the length of his body.
“Peitho. The Greek goddess of persuasion and seduction,” he whispered, watching the early morning light play across her tantalizing features. “Seriously, I can’t move. You’ve short-circuited me.”
She laughed into his neck, sending shivers along his spine.
Rolling her onto her back, he trailed kisses and soft bites on her stomach, relishing her taste. By the time he reached the junction of her thighs, he was hard again.
Her body and passions were made to fit perfectly with his, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
“I thought you were too weak to move.” She gasped when he traced the tip of his tongue along her inner thigh.
“Guess I’m getting my second wind. And I remember you saying something about wanting me buried deep inside you…”
Chapter Thirty
The sun’s warm rays cut through the thin curtains of Greta’s bedroom window, warming her back. She rolled onto her side and peeked through half-opened eyes, taking in the blue sky against the vibrant greens from the maple tree. The day was going to be beautiful.
Her gaze shifted from the window to Jacob’s sleeping form. The vivid colors outside paled in comparison to the sight of him in her bed. He lay on his back, with the blanket low, revealing his torso and the start of his “happy trail.” One arm rested on his flat stomach, the other thrown over his head. His full lips were slightly open as he breathed through his nose. She loved how his handsome features relaxed in rest, making him appear innocent and not so world-weary.
She loved watching him at rest. Her absolute favorite was when he first woke. His gorgeous blue eyes would open, full of sleep and focus on her. The sweetest smile would spread across his face, and he’d reach for her, usually followed by unhurried lovemaking.
Snuggling into him, she threw a leg across his body and burrowed into that wonderful area between clavicle and neck. He smelled of warm mornings, erotic dreams, and cedarwood.
His eyes didn’t open, but the arm resting above his head moved to her waist, and his calloused palm traveled up and down her side. Even this simple, lazy touch warmed her.
After the horrible evening at the police station, followed by greeting the sun with Susan and Miguel, Jacob had stayed. The days became weeks. During that time, they’d explored each other’s bodies and desires, allowing her to discover unimaginable levels of pleasure.
While the sexual exploration was freeing and fun, what shocked her most was how good they got along. She treasured the simple, quiet times as much as the bedroom play.
With incredible ease, they’d settled into a wonderfully domestic life. She’d found a slice of paradise with the most unlikely man.
How will I survive when he leaves?
His once a week drives to Detroit, grabbing necessary tools or dropping off repaired items to clients, was no longer working. He was falling behind. Plus, he’d signed a lease agreement on a building for Rework and needed to start readying the place for the grand opening.
Tomorrow he was leaving for Detroit and not returning. A gray cloud of misery tried to slither into her morning happiness. She scooted on top of him for a full-body embrace, trying to block the gloom.
He took her weight, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek. “Good morning,” he croaked sleepily.
Her heart ached. Once Jacob left, it would be three, possibly four weeks until he could make it back to Lansing. Back to her. A trip to his place was impossible for her. With only two semesters until graduation, her class load was terrible. There was no foreseeable downtime in her near future. The whole situation was dreadful.
Sighing, she whispered into his neck, “I have to go.”
He groaned something unintelligible. She didn’t need words to know he didn’t want her leaving. The way he was caressing her bottom, in the most tantalizing way, and his erection pressing against her belly said plenty.
Surrounded in his warm sleepy arms was paradise, but her class was in less than twenty minutes. “I cannot be late again. Professor Luathed will kill me.” Morning classes and Jacob weren’t a good combination. “Remember, today’s my long day. I won’t be back until right before the party starts.”
“Be late. Besides, what was your teacher thinking, an accounting class at the crack of dawn?” Jacob’s knee nudged between her legs, spreading them.
“How can you already be, um, ready? Your eyes just opened.”
“Because you’re lying on top of me, smelling like sunshine and ecstasy.” He nibbled along her throat to her lips, making her forget why she had to leave. “Come on. You can be late one more time. Who knows when I’ll have you alone and naked again?”
