Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jacob
I stand up, my legs still buzzing from the feel of her trembling against me. I can’t move quickly enough, removing the rest of my clothes. My hand reaches for the nightstand drawer, where I quickly grab a condom, tearing it open. I can feel her eyes on me, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, anticipation crackling in the air between us.
I roll the condom over myself, the sensation almost too much as I lock eyes with her, my need for her growing even more intense. Without breaking eye contact, I pull her up and then push her gently back against the wall, my hands finding her hips.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice low and rough, as I grip her round ass, lifting her easily into my arms.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her breath hitching in response, and I can feel the heat of her pressed against me, waiting. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her just for a moment before slowly, deliberately, pushing inside her.
Her moan vibrates against my chest as I sink deeper, her body tightening around me, and it feels like heaven. I pause, savoring the moment—feeling every inch of her, knowing she’s mine.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, pressing her harder against the wall, her back arching as she clings to me. I begin to move, slow and deep, every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through us both.
Her shoulders are pressed against the wall, her heels digging into my ass, and I’m buried deep inside her. The heat, the tightness of her gripping me, makes my head spin. I pull out slowly, letting her feel every inch of me, savoring the way she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I push back in just as slow.
“God, you’re big,” she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and the sound of her voice sends a thrill through me. “So thick . . .”
I can’t help but smirk, my lips brushing the side of her neck as I thrust deeper, filling her completely. “You like that?” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. “Like the way I stretch you out?”
She moans, her back arching against the wall, and it takes everything in me to keep the pace slow, deliberate. Every time I pull out, her body tightens around me, like she can’t stand the emptiness, and when I push back in, I watch her unravel a little more.
But it’s more than just the physical—it always is with her. Seeing her like this, bare, vulnerable, clinging to me like I’m the only thing grounding her, makes my chest ache in the best way. She trusts me with every part of her, and it’s overwhelming, making the connection between us stronger with every thrust.
I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, but with her, it’s different. It’s always been different. I need her—not just physically, but emotionally. She’s the one person who makes me feel grounded, makes me feel like I’m not just going through the motions. With her, everything feels right. Like this moment, buried deep inside her, I feel complete. From the beginning she elicited so many emotions within me, despite me swearing off relationships, she somehow jingled her way into my heart one baked good at a time.
“You’re perfect,” I groan, my hands gripping her ass tighter as I thrust deeper, pulling a gasp from her lips. “So fucking perfect.”
She’s panting, her hands clutching at me as I drive into her, slow and steady, savoring the way her body reacts to me. I can see the pleasure in her eyes, the way she bites her lip when I hit that perfect spot inside her. Her moans are soft, breathy, and I can feel the tension building between us, ready to snap.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, my forehead resting against hers for a moment, just to catch my breath, to ground myself in the connection between us. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her lips find mine in a heated kiss, and it fuels the fire inside me. I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, making her feel every inch of me. Her nails rake down my back, and I know she’s close, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“I’m yours,” she breathes against my mouth, her voice barely a whisper, but it hits me like a freight train. Those words, the weight behind them, make my heart race. She’s mine, completely.
“Say it again,” I growl, my pace quickening, thrusting deeper as I feel her teetering on the edge. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she moans, her body trembling, legs tightening around me as her release builds. “I’m all yours.”
I can feel how close she is, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but I want to take her higher. I want us to crash into that moment together. “Touch yourself,” I order, my voice thick with desire. “Rub your clit for me. Fast, baby. I want us to come together.”
Her eyes flutter open, hazy with need, and she slides her hand down between us, fingers finding her clit. I feel her rubbing in quick, desperate circles, her body starting to tremble even more as she edges closer to the peak.
“Just like that,” I murmur, watching her come undone beneath me, my hands gripping her hips tighter, my thrusts deep and steady. “You’re gonna fall apart for me, aren’t you? You feel that?”
She nods, her eyes squeezing shut, her moans growing louder, more frantic. “I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice trembling.
The sight of her losing herself like this—body trembling, fingers working over her clit, her back arching against the wall—is almost too much. The tension between us is electric, her body gripping mine tighter with every movement, and I’m barely holding on. But I want her to come first. I want to feel her break apart around me.
“Let go,” I urge, my voice rough, desperate. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”
Her body tenses, her fingers rubbing faster, and then she shatters. Her head falls back against the wall, mouth open in a silent cry as her orgasm takes over. Her entire body clenches around me, tight and pulsing, and the feeling is incredible—hot, wet, consuming. I keep thrusting, riding her through it, watching her unravel completely.
Her legs tremble around me, and I can feel every wave of her release as it ripples through her, dragging me right to the edge. Her moans mix with ragged breaths, and the way she grips me, the way her body reacts, pulls me under. I can’t hold back anymore.
I thrust deeper, faster, and my own release crashes over me, hitting like a tidal wave. My body tenses as I empty myself inside her, groaning her name as the pleasure rips through me. The sensation is overwhelming—hot, tight, everything. My mind blanks, lost in her, as my orgasm floods every nerve in my body.
And then, as the intensity fades, I’m left with this rush of emotion. She’s still wrapped around me, her legs slowly loosening, her body trembling in the aftermath. I look at her, breathless, my heart pounding, and I feel something deeper than just the physical connection.
It’s more than lust. It’s like I’ve found something I didn’t know I was missing—something that makes me feel whole. I rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard, caught in the quiet after the storm. The closeness between us feels electric, soul-deep.
“I’m yours too,” I whisper softly, my voice hoarse. “In every way.”