This chapter is the one most definitely rated M for sex and language – and I post it with great trepidation!! I apologise if it's not your thing, but it is an integral part of the story. Please stick with me though because the rest of this and following chapters, cover some important ground for Jacob & Rachel's relationship.
And the soundtrack is purely in Jacob's imagination. No matter that she doesn't really like the sea, Rachel is the surfer girl of his Californian youth. And what other time would he have this song in his head!!!!
Soundtrack: Surfer Girl – The Beach Boys
"So I say from me to you,
I will make your dreams come true,
Do you love me, do you surfer girl?"
Jacob ran his tongue down Rachel's neck from her earlobe to her collarbone. Her hand rested on his wet hair, his warm body still damp. When her lips touched his skin, he had an unmistakable taste of the salty sea despite his shower, and she wondered if he always tasted like this. Stubborn grains of sand still clung to his bare shoulders.
His mouth found her breast and his tongue followed the contour of her nipple until she gasped and squirmed beneath him. His tongue lapped at the centre of her cleavage and traced the line downwards to her navel.
"Jacob, no" she said softly as his dark head moved lower. She lifted his chin upward, "please don't". He looked surprised but slid back up. He kissed her on the mouth, sucking gently on her lower lip.
"Why?' he whispered into her mouth, "why don't…………."
"Not now, right now I just want to feel you".
He paused, "God Rachel, don't …………" She stopped him talking by winding her hand into his hair and kissing him passionately, her tongue tasting his lips, his teeth, his soul. She pushed her hips into his thigh and he groaned. He reached towards the drawer of the bedside cabinet. She put her hand over his.
"It's OK," she said 'the FBI issues all female operatives with contraceptive implants."
"Condoms don't just protect against pregnancy though," he whispered back, what about…………."
"Jacob Hood, there's no one man in the world that I trust more than you. Just tell me the truth – do I need protecting against you or are you just trying to do the responsible thing as usual"
"Well it is the responsible thing and………………….."
"Jake, I can guarantee you that I'm 100% clean. As long as you can do the same I'm happy – we're not a couple of teenagers for god's sake. Now I've listened to the sun smart lecture, I don't need the safe sex one as well," she replied, "just fuck me."
Quickly he slid his hands down her body gripping her ass, and she opened to him. He entered her effortlessly, and buried his face into her hair, nipping at her shoulder. He didn't speak as he took her with long, slow, deep strokes and the only sound was the roar of the sea and the slap of skin against skin, body against body.
He kept low, their pubic bones never disconnecting and she felt every thrust as his pelvis ground into hers. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and they moved together. She felt the feeling building deep in her groin as he drove into her, never losing contact with her sensitive core.
She didn't often orgasm during sex, mainly because most men she had slept with had no idea how to make her. She also preferred to be the one in control, preferred not to expose herself to her lovers in that way. But she knew she had no hope of controlling this situation. She was completely at his mercy and he didn't let up for a moment, didn't lose that vital contact. She felt the muscles in her toes beginning to tighten and……………
Suddenly he stopped. He rocked back on his knees, hands clasped on top of his head. "No, no, no Rachel," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "Don't think I'm just going to let you come like that. I've waited too long for this."
"But Jake," she said breathlessly, "we've had 18 hours of damn foreplay and you are so, so, good at this. How do you expect me not to?" She pulled him back down to her. Her every nerve ending was on fire and she needed him back in her and soon.
"Come on Jacob," she whispered as his mouth focussed on her neck, gently sucking her earlobe. The feeling of his hot breath in her ear and his hot hands on her body made her even more desperate for him. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him taking him inside her with one swift move. She liked to be in charge and now he had no choice but to do what she said.
"Don't you dare Rachel," he said menacingly. "I will not let you go off like a firecracker after two fucking minutes. You might be in control when we're out on the streets, but here, I am the boss. And you, my gorgeous Rachel," he said, flipping her onto her back before she even realised it, "will be doing, exactly, what, I, say."
He held himself above her with his strong arms, barely brushing her body with his skin. His lips followed the contours of her body with the lightest of touches, occasionally flicking her with the hot tip of his tongue. He was driving her completely wild and she was sure he knew it. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist to get him back where she wanted him most but he was having none of it. He pinned her hips down with his hands and licked her nipples mercilessly.
"You need to settle down Rachel," he whispered into her skin. "Relax, enjoy. Remember it's not just the destination, it's the journey that matters."
"I hate fucking Zen," she said through gritted teeth.
He slid up her body until they were face to face. "Oh, Rachel," he whispered, biting his bottom lip, eyes narrowing. The faintest of smiles touched his lips; "I love it when you talk dirty."
"Oh, I've only just begun talking dirty to you Dr Hood. How about this? If you don't stop torturing me like this, I swear I will tie you to that chair at gunpoint and leave you here at the mercy of the seagulls. I don't know what the hell it was that you were doing before or where you learned it, but it was fucking amazing. So start doing it again and don't you dare stop this time."
"It's just a matter of biology and physics," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe, "and I am a biophysicist after all."
"Even I know that this has nothing to do with biophysics," she replied.
"It was worth a try," he murmured.
He kissed her mouth, his tongue finding hers in a dance of unbearable passion. His body relaxed onto hers at last so she could feel every inch of his hot skin touching her. His hands were everything and everywhere. She raked her fingernails from his shoulder blades to the bottom of his spine and he shuddered.
He pushed her legs apart with his thigh. Poised to enter her, he stopped for a moment and looked silently into her eyes, pupils dilated, and a bead of sweat forming on the side of his temple.
"Jacob, do it" she said, "do it now, before I fucking kill you."
He wound his hand tightly into her hair and slammed into her making her gasp with the shock of his intensity. This time he was hard and fast and fierce. He was setting her on fire all over again. She tried to hold back, not wanting to give him a reason to stop again, but the friction he managed to set up between them was unbearable.
Every nerve ending in her groin was being caressed with his every thrust and she responded, moving her hips into his. Over and over and over until there was not a single other thing in her universe. Just the feeling of him at the very centre of her. As her toes contracted and she felt the sensation moving up the inside of her legs, she wrapped her arms around his body tightly, holding him to her, feeling the ripple of his strong back muscles, not willing to let him go for a single second. In that moment she wanted time to stop, for them to be suspended together, forever, in that place.
"Jacob".
It was all she could do to say his name as it took hold of her and she shattered into a million tiny pieces. She struggled to keep watching his face, saw his eyes close and his jaw clench as he felt her tighten around him again and again and again. He groaned deep in his chest. She slid one of her hands down his back and gripped his hard ass, felt the big muscles contract as he lost himself to her, and then they were done.
They lay together, neither of them wanting to make the move that would break the contact between them. "Next time I'll try and last longer" she finally whispered to him.
He rolled onto his back and she laid her head on his deep chest.
"Well, I guess you were right," he replied languidly. "We did have 18 hours of foreplay."
"Do you always taste of salt?" she teased.
"Well, you'll have to lick me in the middle of the week to find out won't you?" She smiled and he kissed her forehead gently.
"Anyhow, I have a bone to pick with you," she said teasingly, "what was that business about not being celibate for the last 2 years, why did you feel you needed to tell me that?"
"Oh god," he groaned, "do we have to talk about this now?"
"Yes"
"This is why men sleep after sex," he muttered, "so they don't have to have deep & meaningful conversations."
"Tell me Jake."
He sighed, "I was trying to explain to you that the feelings I had were genuinely for you, I wasn't just a sad widower. Because I get that a lot. Women think they have to take pity on me when they find out".
"So who were all these women you slept with, I mean I didn't realise you were sleeping around while we were working".
"That is exactly why I told you," he said, "I knew you didn't know. I knew you had an impression of me as some sort of higher being. But Jesus Rachel, I'm a normal human man; I can't go without sex for two and a half years. But believe me when I tell you that I wasn't sleeping around".
"And," he tapped her on the head, "I always used condoms".
"Of course you did Jacob, that's why I knew I could trust you. Anyhow, more details please"
"God, no Rachel, how can you want to know this stuff?"
"I do. I want to understand you."
"OK, I'll tell you briefly – but no questions allowed". He sighed. "There were only 4. One woman I can barely remember whose arms I fell into after Maggie died, while I was drinking too much and feeling sorry for myself. Another one a few months later that I saw on and off for a little while; but it never really felt right. She met someone else and got married a couple of months ago. Then there was that detective from the LAPD, Cordero".
Rachel snorted.
"She called me a few weeks after that case had finished when she was in DC and I hooked up with her once. I think I was just a notch on her bed head though. I've never met such an aggressive woman".
"What about Professor Yang?"
"Anna?"
"I heard you on the phone that time making a date with her".
"Well I saw her that once when I was passing through Stanford, we had way too much to drink and ended up in bed, but we both knew it was a bad idea. She's still a good friend, but we'll never do it again".
"Do you think we're going to end up as a bad idea?"
He turned her face up to his and looked into her eyes.
"Rachel," he said quietly, "you are the best idea I've had in a long, long time. Believe me when I tell you that if we'd been together from the first day I met you, the first day I wanted you, I never would have slept with any of those women. None of them meant anything to me. You mean everything."
"And did you ever bring them here?"
"You're the only woman I've ever brought here," he whispered into her hair.
She snuggled down into his chest and couldn't help feeling a little warm glow from his words.
"OK, I'll let you sleep now", she said happily, running her hand over his belly.
"You know I don't sleep much," he said. "And anyway, I am absolutely starving. When was the last time we ate anything?"
He got to his feet, pulled on a pair of stone coloured shorts and walked into the kitchen.
"What do you feel like?" he called back to her. "I went out to the store earlier. I have eggs, toast, bacon, tomatoes & mushrooms for breakfast, and some cheese & bread, olives, salami & fruit for later."
"How about Frosties" she called back.
He stuck his head into the bedroom. "Rachel, you really do need to start eating like a grown up. I'll cook you a real breakfast. You need to keep your strength up you know."
"And why would that be?" she questioned.
He winked.
