Chapter 25 The Next Adventure #5
"No. Never. I love who you are. I don't want you to be anyone but exactly who you are."
"That," I whisper, giving him another gentle thrust, "is why I love you. I know who you are. You're my Jakob."
He arches, snarling, driving deep, and then withdraws, hunching, his forehead on mine all the while. "I don't deserve you."
“And I say you do."
"Everything I've done—"
"Is in the past. We're looking forward, Jakob."
He shudders above me. Trembles helplessly, overcome, wracked and wrought. "Brys," he breathes.
I roll him to his back, lose him in the process. But that's okay—I want this part. I settle astride his thighs. He's panting hard, brow furrowed. He's unsure about this, my ever-in-control Jakob. "My turn," I tell him, smiling so hard it hurts.
I sit tall on him and stare down at him—all brawny power and rippling muscle.
His chest is thick and heavy, his abs hard and dense, his hips lean and narrow, his thighs bunched and massive.
The bandages are white squares on his torso, front and back; I know the wounds must hurt him, but if they do, he’s showing no sign of it beyond an occasional tightening of his brow.
And then there’s his cock, my god. Slick and glistening with our commingled desire, lying flat against his belly, standing hard and proud and ready.
I cup his face. "Do you trust me?"
He's terrified. He has never, ever given anyone this side of him before—he doesn't have to tell me for me to know it to be true. He nods, jerkily. "Yes. I…yes. I trust you, Brys."
"Then let me make love to you."
He relaxes a little, and his hands—once fisted into the blankets at his hips—now come up to frame my hips. "Please, Brys."
My hair drapes around my face as I lean forward and bend over him. "Touch me." I dip to kiss him. "Anything. Everything. You have all of me, Jakob."
I slide up, dragging his cock lengthwise between my lips, brace my hands on his chest and balance, lean forward, lifting my hips. "Look at me, now, Jake." I grasp his length and touch him to me. "Watch us."
His eyes flick to our union, watch, rapt and unblinking as I slip him inside me and hover above him, just the tip of him between my lips. "Brys, fuck. I ache. I can't—" he drives against me, trying to get deeper. "I need you. Please. I need—"
"What, honey?" I breathe, teasing away from him, never letting him out of me but not letting him any deeper. "Down. Hold still."
He drops to the bed and goes still. "I need to be inside you."
"Like this?" I sink onto him, give him one, long, slick, wet stroke, bottoming out on him so my pussy smears against his body and roll on him, swiveling my hips around in a wide circle. And then slide back up his immense length and hover over him once more, almost out of me.
He shudders. "Fuck—oh god, fuck, yes, Brys. I need that. Please." He's shaking, gasping, and I feel him throbbing inside me. "I'm close, honey. I…I need to come."
I bend over him and drape my breast against his mouth. "Suck."
I throw my head back and groan like a cat in heat as he suckles my tit, and then he's greedy and hungry for me, gone for me, his hands grasping and squeezing my breasts, guiding one to his mouth and then the other, and he pinches and rolls my nipples until I’m frantic with arousal and lightning is searing inside me.
"You want to come, Jakob?" I demand.
"Yes, Brys," He snarls around a mouthful of my nipple. "I need to. I can't hold it back much longer. I ache to give myself to you."
I rip my breast away and replace it with my mouth, guiding his hands to my ass. Show him that I want him to lift me up and drive me down. "Then take me," I snap, slamming down onto him all at once. “Take it from me."
He grips me by the ass and drags me up his cock until he's almost out of me and then drives me down in one hard thrust, fucking up to meet me.
"YES!" I scream as he buries deep. "Jakob!"
"Brys!" he moans. "Oh god, honey. Fuck."
There's no control, then. No one is in charge. I’m taking, and he’s giving; I’m giving, and he's taking. It's what I've always craved—the play of power, the chance to let go and trust someone totally, and find myself in him as he finds himself in me.
We move together in perfect synch. Stars burst behind my eyes as I come apart around him, and he whispers my name like a song. I scream, and I cry, and I come, and I come, and I come.
And the more I come, the harder he fucks me, and I know he's desperately holding back, I feel him trembling with the effort, sweating, gasping, but he won't give up, can’t let go.
"Please, Jakob," I breathe, stretching myself along his body. "Come for me. I want you to fill me. Let go, honey. Please."
"I can't," he snarls. "I don't want this to end."
I nip his earlobe and writhe on him, take him in slow, sinuous thrusts. "I'll never, ever leave you, Jakob." He snarls at this, drives up into me, hard and deep. "I'll never leave you. Never abandon you."
"Brys," he whispers, voice ragged and wet. "Stop. I—I can't."
"Let go, Jakob," I whisper. "I've got you. Now and forever."
"Can't. Can't." He's so scared to let go—to break, to let himself shatter under me. To show me the last piece of himself—the piece no one, ever, has seen: physical and emotional vulnerability.
"You can." I tremble as I move on him, take him in thrust after thrust, aching and pulsing, shivering on the edge of a climax that honestly scares me, too. "Please. I'm begging you, Jake. Please." I kiss him. "Please, just let go and trust me."
His eyes are bright and damp on mine, seeking, searching.
He scours my body with his hands, cupping my breasts, lifting them and letting them drop heavily, and then my hands and his are tangled, and he lets me press his hands up over his head, and he groans raggedly as we move in unison, bodies meeting in waves of slow, rolling collision.
His thrusts falter. "Brys," he gasps. "Oh god."
"Trust me," I whisper, riding him faster. "Give it to me."
He meets my thrusts, then, finally, and his eyes leak tears, and he grunts like a bear with each powerful thrust, and he yanks his hands away and grasps my ass and holds me in place so he can fuck me as hard as he can.
"YES!" I scream, wailing wordlessly as he pounds into me, harder and harder.
I sit high on him and pile my hair on my head and ride him for all I'm worth as he fucks me with everything he has, finally giving me every last piece of himself. "Jakob! Yes!"
"Brys, oh god, I—I fucking love you, Brys. Jesus, I love you."
"I love you, Jakob. Don't stop!"
He bellows, then, and I feel him come inside me.
It's hot rush of cum filling me, exploding through me, and it unleashes my own final climax, and just like the last time I was with him, this last nuclear-hot orgasm shreds me to pieces, and I feel something break open inside me and he's fucking me as hard as he can, my tits shaking wildly, my ass clapping against his thighs as our bodies meet, his cock smashing inside me, plunging his cum through me, and I feel the breaking become shattering.
I'm screaming and wailing and I can't move anymore, can't breathe, can't do anything but hold on to him, fall forward and let him grab my ass in both hands and brace his feet and fuck me even harder, coming and coming and coming, and then white light bursts over me and through me and the shattering becomes the hot wet rush of an orgasm splintering into something more.
I feel myself let loose all over him, squirting all over him and myself and the bed as he fucks me into oblivion.
His thrusts slowly subside to stillness.
We breathe raggedly together.
He opens his eyes—still damp, red. "Brys."
I lift up, exhausted now to the point of delirium. "Jake."
He rumbles a laugh. "Yeah, honey. I'm your Jake." He cups my face, making me look at him. “Thank you."
I kiss him in answer. "Thank you."
I hear him gulp. "I never knew it could be like that."
I summon enough strength to look up at him. "It's what I always fantasized it could be."
"Thank you for loving me. For showing me…" A charged silence. "Everything."
We pass out in each other's arms, in a wet spot, tangled up and happy.
THE END