Chapter Four #3
His hand slid from my breast down over my belly.
It dipped between my thighs, and he used his fingers to guide himself to my entrance.
I shifted my hips toward him, and a small stab of pain sliced into my right one.
Thank God he couldn’t see me grimace. With so much steel holding my bones in place, sex was never a pain-free experience.
Some days it got close to it if I’d taken it easy, but on a night like tonight, after I’d been on my feet for hours, there was no escaping a fair amount of discomfort with my pleasure.
At least I’d learned how to trick my brain into enjoying a little pain during sex.
I had a nice Army therapist with a kink for B&D to thank for that hot tip.
Another hot tip nudged inside me, and my pain was drowned beneath a wave of pleasure.
Yes. God, yes. I needed this.
The angle made me tighter than normal, and despite the slickness of my arousal, Jakob had to work his way in and out of me a few times before the condom was coated enough that he could thrust deeper. Even then, he took his goddamn time pushing in.
I let out a huff of annoyance. “If you go easy on me, so help me God, I’ll tell every woman I know that Jakob Larson made slow, passionate love to me.”
His chest shuddered against my back as he chuckled, the sound filled with dark amusement. “I knew you’d be impatient.”
I craned my head around, trying to see his face. He knew I’d be impatient? Meaning he’d thought about this too? In the dim light of the bedroom, I had just enough time to catch the white flash of his teeth before he speared into me.
I nearly screamed. And not in pain. “Oh God, Jakob.”
His hand was still between my legs, and the next time he thrust into me, the pad of a finger landed on my clit.
Words lost all meaning then, and I gave myself over to the desire racing through my veins and the feel of his thick, rigid cock filling me up.
It was somehow too much and not enough at the same time.
Jakob must have felt the same way. He made a sound of frustration and then tightened his grip on my braid. “Roll,” he said, tugging my hair to get me moving.
I rolled forward a little, and another tug signaled I was right where he wanted me.
He slid one leg between mine, rose up on his elbow, and started fucking me sideways.
My body stretched around him, pulsing in time with his thrusts like I was trying to draw him deeper.
I didn’t know if I could comfortably take much more of him, but if it felt this good, I was willing to risk it.
Conscious of my injured hip, I carefully tilted my pelvis back.
The angle changed, and he rammed fully home.
Both of us moaned.
He thrust again, matching the speed of his fingers and his dick. I reached out and grabbed his ass, urging him on. At this rate, we wouldn’t need that whole half hour I’d initially predicted. We’d barely begun, and I was already tipping past the breaking point.
“Jakob,” I said, my nails biting into his skin.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he slowed his movements and leaned over me, bringing his lips back to my ear. “If your leg wasn’t bugging you, I would drag this out until you fucking begged me for release.”
How was he still talking in complete sentences? I tried to respond, but his fingers rolled over my clit just as his dick hit my cervix, and all I managed to do was slur, “Maabae nest time.”
God, I hoped there would be a next time.
He didn’t change his pace, knowing I was close.
A lot of men thought that meant it was time to jackrabbit you to completion, not realizing that what they had been doing was exactly what you needed.
Jakob knew. He kept up a slow but relentless rhythm, playing my body like a string instrument.
It sang beneath him, every nerve ending coming alive as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
My hip ached, even in this position, but it wasn’t enough to delay the inevitable.
I dug the fingers of my free hand into his sheets and lost myself to the feel of him driving into me.
A heartbeat later, I came screaming his name, my inner muscles clenching around him.
He let go of my braid and braced himself up with his hands, changing our angle, prolonging my orgasm even as his thrusts slowed and his dick throbbed inside me with the strength of his release.
“Fuck. Krista.”
He dropped his mouth to my shoulder and nipped at me as his movements slowed. I let out a heavy sigh of contentment beneath him, utterly spent.
Afterward, we lay on our backs, boneless, the sweat cooling on our skin as his AC unit whirred to life.
“I need to take a shower,” I said. “I smell like beer and sex.”
Jakob leaned toward me and nipped at my shoulder again. “You taste like beer and sex.”
Even though I was exhausted, the low rumble of his voice made me want to spread my legs for him and ask if he wanted to check if all of me tasted like that, but before I could form the words, he rolled away and stood.
I turned my head to take in the view. Damn, the man had a nice ass.
There was something about a bubble butt on a man that always drove me wild.
The only blemish on his was the four little half-moons my nails had left in his skin.
He strode out of the room, and a minute later, I heard the sound of a shower coming to life. I was just convincing my body that it would be worth the effort of getting up when he padded back into the room and scooped me off the bed.
“I can walk, you know,” I said.
His features slid into the same expression he’d given me when I’d warned him about my leg. “So?”