Rating: MA for lemons
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Stephenie Meyer. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Tuesday night
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When Bella opens the door to room 128, she's disappointed to find it empty. She was really hoping to find him tonight. Last night she had experienced a new sort of happiness. A Jacob sort of happiness. She wants to feel him laughing against her lips again.
She's not a bold person, not at all, but she has the sudden urge to lie down naked in the bed. She wants to see the look on his face when he realizes she has nothing on under the covers.
What actually happens is that she falls asleep within moments of lying down.
Jacob smiles when he arrives. She's in there. He can feel her.
When he opens the door, the first thing he notices is the little puddle of pajamas on the floor. He smiles. The second thing he notices is her slow, even breathing. He chuckles to himself. She must have meant to seduce him, but fell asleep instead.
It's still working. She is seducing him, even if she doesn't know it. Bella, naked, in his bed, waiting for him and him alone? Yeah. It's working.
He silently approaches her. She's curled on her side away from him, sheet pulled all the way up to her chin. He can't quite decide how to start. Should he wake her up first? Kiss her on the cheek and say, "Honey, I'm home!" Or just turn her onto her back and just start ravaging her? Tickle her in the ribs like she did to him the previous night? He is getting hard thinking about his options.
He starts by pulling the sheet down and brushing her long hair back, exposing her neck and pale shoulder. He loves the way her skin looks right now. Luminous. Smooth. Soft. Not freezing cold and hard as marble. She's going to stay this way. He'll make sure of it. He presses his lips to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, lightly, so she doesn't wake up. He wants to look at her for a while longer.
He pulls the sheet down a little farther revealing her long, slender arm. He loves the feeling of those arms wrapped around his neck when he goes in for a crushing hug. The sheet falls a little of its accord, so he can see her shoulderblade and the top of her spine. He wants to run his tongue down the dip of her back, tracing the outline of each vertebra with his tongue, but he's not ready to wake her. Not yet.
Instead, he pulls the sheet down further, revealing her hand resting on her hip. He loves those slender fingers running along his scalp. It's a habit she developed before she knew she loved him. When they were just Jake 'n Bells. He would sit on the floor in front of her, casually watching television or just talking. He's not sure she even knew she did it, but she'd always eventually start playing with his hair. The sensation of her fingers lightly massaging his scalp, or her nails gently scratching, was heaven. He'd have to stop himself from humming in pleasure. Now he can add a different sensation to their repertoire. He wants her to tug hard on his hair while he goes down on her, or better yet when he's moving deep inside her. He wants her to yank on his hair while she screams out his name.
He has outgrown his denim shorts, the head of his cock sticking painfully out of the inflexible waistband. He pauses to remove his clothes, and then crawls back onto the bed. The movement causes the sheet to slip down more, showing off the lovely curve of her backside. Jacob's mouth begins to water. If he had to pick a favorite body part on Bella... Okay, he could never pick just one. But he truly loves her ass. And now that he's held it in his palms to keep her writhing on his mouth, he can never look at it the same way again. And he had looked at it inappropriately enough to begin with.
He wants to sink his teeth into it. Wants to leave a mark. Wants to spank her, lightly, enough to arouse and entice but not enough to hurt. Or maybe to hurt just a little, if she wants him to. He wants to see what it looks like when he pumps into her sweet pussy from behind.
He tugs the sheet off all the way. He's surprised when she doesn't wake up. Maybe the warmth of his body, despite not being pressed against her, is enough to keep her warm.
Bella has amazing legs. She doesn't seem to know it, but they're long, slender, and perfectly shaped. She doesn't need to wear high heels to make them look good. He actually prefers her barefoot rather than in shoes, walking with him along the beach, little toes wiggling in the sand. Right now her legs are curled up a little against her. He wants them wrapped around his waist. Or kneeling in front of him. Or thrown over his shoulders. Or kneeling on either side of his head. Okay, it's time to wake her up. Now he just has to figure out how. Oh, the possibilities.
He starts by nuzzling his nose along the small of her back. He loves the way she smells. The vanilla and strawberries scent and her underlying Bella smell is intoxicating. It's sweet, like she is, warm, like she is, and appetizing, like she is. He reaches out his tongue, and runs it along the length of her spine, all the way up to the nape of her neck. She squirms a sigh of pleasure and shifts to turn around, but he holds her still with a hand on her hip.
"Not yet, baby."
He pauses to inhale the scent of her hair, then moves it off her neck and traces his nose back and forth over the trapezius muscle connecting her neck to her shoulder, back and forth, several times. He kisses along the same path, back and forth. He bares his teeth and lightly nips, and then massages the tiny bite with his tongue. She moans and tries to roll over again. He holds her still.
"Not yet, baby."
He lifts her arm forward so he can access the skin along her side. He knows she's sensitive there, and runs his nose along her flesh again, still surrounded by her scent. Up and down, up and down. He extends his plump bottom lip to trace the same path as he moves back up, dragging along her skin. She's tingling all over from these gentle, barely there caresses. He reaches a particularly ticklish spot, and tortures her gently with his tongue. She squirms and giggles, and he relishes the sound. She tries to roll back again, and he pushes her gently but firmly onto her stomach. She's not getting the hint. He chuckles, and the deep, warm sound washes over her.
"Not yet, baby."
He moves to the other side of her back, and runs his nose up and down just to the left of her spine. He could do this all night. Maybe he will. (No, he won't). He switches to light kisses, up and down, and then runs his tongue along her flank. Her breathing grows heavy. So does his.
She has no idea how long he's been doing this, but it's torture. Wonderful, sweet torture. He hasn't touched any of her obvious erogenous zones, and she's panting with want. But he won't let her turn over. He won't let her touch him, and he's barely touching her. She grips the pillow beneath her head and tries to hold still.
Thankfully, he moves down of his own accord. She is very close to begging. He runs his nose along the fold under her left buttock, and then traces it with his tongue. He places tiny kisses all over her bottom. The tingling all over her body is turning into a warm flush, a deep heat. She is growing wet and swollen right where it counts.
His kisses change to little bites. He can't resist. He's not going to use his teeth enough to leave any marks, not tonight, and he pushes down the urge to really sink his teeth into her soft flesh. Each time she feels a little pinch, a jolt of pleasure shoots to her core. He's so close to where she wants him to be. Her want is rapidly turning into need.
He uses his hand to spread her legs apart, and she sighs in relief. She's not sure how much more teasing she can take. Then she feels the tip of one finger stroke, so lightly she's not sure he's even there, along her outer lips. She tries to push herself down onto his hand, but he instantly moves away.
"Not yet, baby." His voice is low and husky. She wonders if she could come from the sound of him alone.
He's hot, hard, and dripping. He wants badly to pull up her hips and sink in, balls deep. She wants it too, he can tell. But the more he teases her, the harder she will come. He wants to see just how hard, and for how long, he can make her come. He sets it up as a challenge for himself. And Jacob Black does not back down from a challenge.
He scoots down further, all the way to her feet. Her adorable little toes are wiggling. Her feet aren't as sensitive as his, but he doesn't mind. He can still make this work. He runs his nose along the bridge of her foot, just barely. The light sensation of his skin and the puffs of his breath turn her on even more. He repeats the motion on the other side, and then sits on his heel to bring one foot in his lap, and massages her foot with his large hands. She groans in response, so he does the same to the other foot.
Then he releases her foot, bends down again, and licks a long pathway from just above her heel, up the backs of her leg, pausing to swirl his tongue in the back of her knee. Her hips are writhing into the mattress, trying to put some pressure on her core. He wants her so badly that he's biting his bottom lip so hard, in order to distract himself from his desire, that he is close to drawing blood. He can't see her face, but she's doing the same thing. He stills her hips with his large hands and a firm touch, pulls her up on her knees just a little, and can't wait any longer. He has to be inside her, now, at least for a little bit.
She's aching for him, and is so happy when he fills her a deep, single thrust. She lets out a long, "Aaaaah," of pure satisfaction, and he pumps. He grunts low in his throat with each thrust. Once. Twice. A third time. Her breath is heaving. Her pussy is tight and hot. But he's not done, not by a long shot. He pulls all the way out and leans back on his heels. She is bereft.
"Not yet, baby." His voice sounds strangled, and she knows he's torturing himself as much as he is torturing her.
He flips her onto her back, and then his entire body is pressed up against hers, and he's kissing her with deep, open mouthed kisses. Her catches her whimpering breaths against his own. The weight of him is wonderful, but she wants so much more. He kisses her for long minutes, grinding his erection into her thigh. She can feel wetness seeping from the tip and sliding along her leg. As he licks along her lips, she grabs his firm ass and tries to pull his hips toward hers, but he's too strong.
"Not yet, baby."
She pouts in protest, so he grabs her lovely bottom lip between his teeth and bites down gently. She loves it and she moans, and the sound is almost enough to break his considerable self control.
Instead, he moves down her body, and draws her right breast deep into his mouth. This has two purposes. First, to torture her further, and second, to get his needy cock away from her body. He is determined to make this last as long as possible before fucking her. He needs to hear her beg. He sucks at the nipple deeply, and rolls the other between his fingers. She's very sensitive here, and they both know that if he does it just right, he can make her come from this alone.
But he doesn't want her to come, not yet. When she comes, he's going to be deep inside her.
He switches his mouth and his fingers from side to side, bring her close and then backing away, over and over again. He rolls her nipple between his lips, then rapidly flicks his tongue across the tip, then sucks deeply, then stops altogether to just look at her. He has achieved one goal tonight. She has both fists buried into his thick, black hair, trying to keep his mouth in one place long enough to bring her to satisfaction. But he refuses. He does lower his mouth back to her breasts again long enough to bite down on her nipple, again gently, enough to make her cry with want, but not enough to hurt.
He shifts up again and drags the head of his cock against her swollen, aching clit. He does it once. Twice. A third time. It's heaven. It's hell. She's vibrating beneath him, head thrashing side to side. She feels him start to back away, and finally breaks down and begs, "Jacob, please, Jacob!"
He responds by dragging his cock against her once more, not quite enough to make her come. His voice is breaking.
"Not yet, baby."
She is more frustrated than she has ever been. She loves him. She hates him. She needs his cock, his mouth, his hands, something. She is so, so close. She just needs a little more. "No, yes... please, more!"
He is silent as he ignores her cries. He moves down to press his cheek to her stomach. She skin there is soft, and her belly is smooth and flat. He moves to brush his nose along her navel. He knows how close she is, that just one brush of his finger or his tongue will set her off. He's not ready for that yet, even though she wants it more than anything. He drops light kisses on her belly and waits for her to calm down, just a little, just enough for her to back away from the edge. His skin is hot against hers, and soft. He slowly opens and closes his eyes to brush his lashes against her, and the sweetness of the gesture melts her heart.
As soon as he's confident that she won't orgasm as soon as he touches her again, he bends down to rest his head between her legs. He runs his hands along her inner thighs, and just looks up at her. She picks her head up to figure out what he's doing, and they just stare at each other for long moments. She feels open, exposed. If it were anyone else she would be scared at the look that he's giving her. His eyes are focused, hard. There is a determined tension in his jaw. She realizes he's memorizing her, again.
He drops his gaze from her face to her pussy, and she can hear him take in an audible breath. He's inhaling her essence. He wants to cover himself in it and never wash it off. Then he lowers his nose to the juncture of her thigh, and her skin tingles at the light touch. He follows with tiny kisses on her upper legs. She can feel herself throbbing, she wants him so badly. Her voice is a bare whisper, "Jacob... Jacob... please..."
He moves just enough to press his kisses on her outer lips. It's closer, but it's still not enough. In frustration, she reaches for her nipples with both hands, and rolls them between her thumbs and index fingers. She didn't know it before Jacob started touching her, but she likes them pinched. Hard.
He stops altogether, and moves to pull her hands away. He pins them at her sides.
"Not yet, baby." His voice is firm. Even though he has stopped her from pleasuring herself, has taken his lips and hands away from her core, his voice brings her level of arousal up even further. She squirms a little to see what he will do. He pins her down more firmly, and she aches for him even more. There's nothing else she can do, so she just whimpers beneath him and bites her bottom lip. He loves it.
When he's confident she won't try anything, he releases his grip and returns to her core. He opens his mouth and shoves his tongue deep inside her, and she wails. He takes long licks along her lips, then plunges his hot, thick tongue back in. She moans and squirms and clamps her thighs down on his head. He swirls his tongue in broad circles at her entrance. He studiously avoids her swollen nub, letting her climb higher and higher, and again, just when she is about to come, he pulls away.
"Not yet, baby."
She is so, so ready, so desperate, that a few tears actually slip out of the corners of her eyes. He stalks up her body, looking like the predator he is, and hovers over her. He bends his lips to capture her tears, and tastes the salt on his lips. She can't help but be comforted by the gesture, despite her desperation. Her voice is a pleading whisper, "Jacob... Jacob."
He stops her with another deep, slow kiss, doing with his tongue exactly what she wants, but in the wrong place. He's holding his body stiffly above her, so she can't get any other contact with her needy body. He stares hard at her mouth, determination in his eyes. He lowers his hips enough to drag his length against her wetness again, draws her lubrication along his cock. It brushes up gently against her clitoris, and she tries to wiggle down to increase the pressure, but he keeps backing away.
After long moments of that torture, he lifts off her entirely and she wants to scream in frustration, until she sees him crawling up the bed, the predatory gleam back in his eye. She leans up on her elbow, and he kneels beside her, his swollen cock glistening with their intermingled fluids, right beside her head.
She's panting heavily. Oh dear lord yes. Now she can torture him like he's been torturing her. She licks her lips in anticipation, and he sucks in a gasping breath.
He reaches out his left hand to twist his fist in her hair, and firmly but gently draws her toward his enormous cock. She looks up to meet his eyes, her breath washing over the head of his penis. His eyes are hard and glittering, hers are desperate and pleading, and he tugs her forward. His grip is firm in her hair, but it doesn't hurt one bit. She opens her mouth, and the head of his cock slips in between her luscious lips.
Oh god. The taste of him and the taste of her blended together is the most sensual thing she's ever tasted. She's moaning openly against his skin. She enthusiastically sucks him into her mouth as she feels the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, and she reaches with her free hand to grip his base. His feral grunts are music to her ears.
She tries to back off so that she can run her tongue along his length, but his grip is too firm. He keeps her mouth wrapped around his cock. His dominance pushes her arousal further, and she pumps and sucks enthusiastically. She doesn't realize she's moaning around him. His balls tighten against his body. He's about to come, but he doesn't want to come in her mouth. Not tonight.
So he pulls away, suddenly, and she nearly falls over from the sudden loss of him.
Now his voice is a growl. "Not yet, baby."
He needs to calm down, or he's going to come at any second. Not that she would mind.
He dives back between her legs, and goes straight for her clit. She's so close that he can only swirl his tongue around it twice before he realizes that if he doesn't stop immediately, she's going to orgasm. He's still not going to let her.
"Not yet, baby." He's barely audible.
He backs off to place gentle kisses on her upper thighs again, and she begins another litany of begging. "Jacob... Jacob... please... please... I can't take it anymore."
He laves his tongue along her slit, not deep enough to be inside her, not high enough to touch her clitoris, and listens to her as she squirms. "You have to... I need... Please, Jacob. Anything. Do anything to me. Do anything with me. I'm yours. Just, please!"
She fists his hair with both hands and tries to pull his mouth more firmly on her body. He loves the tugging sensation on his scalp.
He grins lasciviously at her and crawls back up her length and stares down at her. Her hair is a mess from thrashing against the pillow. Her whole body is flushed and she is covered in a sheen of sweat. The smell of her arousal is enough to make him dizzy, and he can taste her essence on his tongue. She is gripping at his scalp so hard that she has broken the skin. He feels like a god.
He drags his cock against her clitoris one more time, and then holds still, and finally lets her squirm a bit against him to relieve her need. But again, when she's about to come, he pulls back, and she moans in frustration. "Jacob, Jacob, fuck me, please!"
"Not yet, baby."
Instead, he lowers his lips to her neck and licks over her pulse point. She writhes and arches her back, just able to press her hard nipples against his chest. It's the most contact that he allows her. He licks long lines over the column of her throat, and then gently bites down on her clavicle.
She's a mess. She hasn't stopped moaning or begging or wailing for several minutes. She arches, wiggles, squirms, and grabs at his arms and his shoulders. She grips his firm buttocks and tries to bring him closer, but he's going to do what he wants, when he wants, and there's nothing she can do to change his mind.
Finally, finally he moves his hand between her legs. She feels him stroking her gently, on the outside, and whimpers more in frustration. Then he slides two fingers in as far as they will go. He stills them then, since she's so close to coming, any more movement at all will set her off. She clenches at his hand with her internal muscles and tries to wiggle to make contact with the base of his hand against her clitoris. He stays just out of reach as he keeps his face buried in her neck, breathing her in.
He waits until she's not quite so close, then curls his fingers just a little, inside her cunt where several nerve endings come together. She cries out, locks her legs around his hand, and tries to keep him there, but he removes his hand. Her whole body aches with his withdrawal.
"Jacob! Jacob! I need you! Fuck me, fuck me, please!"
He can't take it any longer, either. He has to be inside her. His cock is so hard it hurts. He centers his hips between her legs, and pushes just the head of his cock in. He's almost as close as she is, so he moves at a snail's pace until he's buried to the hilt. He holds her hips still with his hands so she can't wiggle against him, can't bring herself any more pleasure on his body than he is willing to give. He settles deep inside her, and doesn't move.
She feels so, so full. She's crying again, both needing him to move and being so, so happy that he's inside her. He's gigantic, and even not moving at all, he feels amazing filling her. They're both vibrating with tension, but otherwise not moving. It's torture. She keeps begging. "Please, please, Jacob, move."
She can barely hear him, even though his mouth is right next to her ear.
"Not yet, baby."
They're both so close that if he makes a single move, it'll be all over. And he's just finally made it inside her. He still wants this part to last.
He kisses her lips, her nose, her ears, her cheeks, staying still, deep in her body. She clenches and releases around him, but gradually comes down a bit from the edge. When she finally feels a little relaxed, he begins to move. He only pulls back a couple inches before he pushes back inside. He rocks gently against her and in her. It's wonderful.
Her fingernails are still digging into his back, leaving marks. He wishes he wouldn't heal so fast, so that he could feel what she's left on his skin after they are done.
Slowly, slowly, he moves. He leaves his angle such that he doesn't drag against her clitoris, and the gentle pace keeps her from having an orgasm. Right now she doesn't care. She has been waiting all night. She can wait a little longer, now that she feels so full with him. She knows he won't stop until she's completely satisfied. She moans and sighs and relaxes a bit as he slips in and out of her, so gently.
She wants him to know how she feels. "You make me feel so good, Jacob." She pauses for a long, "aaaah," as he slips mostly out of her, and then an extended, "mmmmmm" as he rocks back in. "I want to keep you here forever."
He grins, and she understands that that is what this evening has been about. Making it last as long as possible. Making their time together last as close to forever as he can. The look in his eye is different. He wants her to be happy.
She stretches and arches her back as he continues slipping in and out of her. Now he's the one moaning, continuously. But still not picking up the pace enough for either of them to come.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Jacob Black."
He pulls his face from her neck and looks at her. He smiles, a warm, happy smile, and pulls nearly out of her. He shifts to sit on his ankles, draw her butt up so she's resting her backside on his knees, braces his hands on either side of her waist, her knees bent around his forearms. "Now, Jake?" she asks.
"Now, honey." He finally, finally, slams firmly into her body.
They both wail. He's finally done torturing her. This time, he pounds harder and harder into her with each thrust. He's ready for her to come, and they both know it. He wants her to come harder than she ever has. "Yes! Unh... Unh... Yes!... Oh!" She screams with each deep thrust. He's grunting and sweating, and she has to reach over her head to brace her hands against the headboard so she doesn't slam into it. He's biting his bottom lip so hard he bleeds. She punctuates each thrust with a yell, "Fuck!... Fuck!... Jake!... Fuck!". Bella feels the explosion building deep within her belly. Her entire body is shaking. She can't keep her eyes open. Can't get in enough air. He's as deep as he can go with each movement of his hips, and he finally grinds against her clit to punctuate the thrust. Once. Twice. A third time. She comes so hard she sees stars behind her closed eyes. Screams his name on one long breath, "Jaaaaaake!", her hot pussy clenching around his desperate cock, and passes out.
It takes him a few seconds to realize what happened. She's too relaxed under him. Shit. He wanted to fuck her into oblivion. But not literally. He doesn't know what to do. He hasn't come yet, and his balls ache, his cock hurts. He can't seem to stop fucking her, but it feels wrong. She's not around to tell him it's okay. He reduces his thrusts to shallow rocking. It's the best he can do, he needs her so badly.
When she comes to, it's probably only a minute later. Her whole body is humming, and he is still fucking her, slowly and gently. She opens her heavy lids to look up into his face. He looks like he's in physical pain. He's as desperate now as she was earlier.
As he rocks in and out of her, he groans, "Unh... Honey... Unh... Are you... unh... okay?" She nods and smiles a blissful smile at him. "Mmph... I'm sorry... I should've... unh... stopped... Unh... I can't stop... unh... You feel so... mmph... so fucking... mmph... so good..."
It was a turn on, before, her usually talkative Jacob being silent, other than his denials of "Not yet, baby" in her ears. She's more used to this. It's also turning her back on, that and the rocking of his cock inside her. She stares at his mouth. His plump, red lips swollen and wet. "I'm glad you didn't stop, baby. I always want to wake up this way. With your cock in me."
"Fuuuuck..." he groans, and picks up his pace. "I need... Unh... I need... to fuck you... I need... Unh... Goddamn... Unh... Can I fuck you... harder baby... or is it... unh... too much... unh..." He swallows thickly.
She's getting keyed up again, his broken, desperate words telling her how badly he wants her. She peeks up at him through her lashes, and bites her bottom lip. He stares at it, remember her lips around his shaft, licking their mutual fluids off him.
"You think.. mmm... after all that... mmm... teasing... that I'm gonna... unhh... let you... get away... unhh... with just... one orgasm?"
Her clit is throbbing again, her womb aches for him to pound into her again.
"God... thank god... oh, Bella..." He pumps firmly a couple more times, and pulls out.
She surprised until he turns her over, and pulls her up on her knees. He pushes down her shoulder, and tells her, "Grab the headboard, baby. Brace yourself. I have to take you. Like the animal that I am," he growls.
She moves to follow his instructions, and waits. She hears him shifting behind her, and then the sound of flesh on flesh, but feels nothing. She turns her head, and nearly comes again when she sees what he's doing. He's sitting back on his heels, staring at her dripping core and submissive position, pupils black and dilated, biting his bottom lip hard. Oh god. Jacob is touching himself. He is gripping himself tightly in his right hand and is pumping firmly. Harder than she would have thought to do. Her mouth goes dry. She gets lightheaded with arousal as she watches him.
He tears his gaze from her lower body and meets her eyes. "You like watching me, honey?"
She can't think the words she needs to respond, so she just nods, and looks back down at his huge length in his fist.
He whispers, "I wanna watch you too. I wanna watch you come all over your own hand."
Does he want it now? She's nervous, but if he gets as turned on watching her as she is watching him, she's willing. She gulps in air and starts to straighten up.
He lets go of himself and pushes her back down, gripping her shoulder. His hand is still wet from touching himself, her fluids and his mingled on his hand. She shudders with want. "Some other time, baby. I have to be in you now." And he buries himself in her again.
Oh. Oh. Goddamn. This angle is the best yet. She falls forward, her forehead touching the pillow. He slides out. Slides back in. Each movement drags the head of his penis against the front of her walls, hitting something... something... she can't even finish the thought. She's overwhelmed.
He pumps deeply into her, grunting with each thrust. He can't talk any longer, and neither can she. Her voice escapes her in a long, continuous moan, punctuated only by gasping. He grabs her hips in both hands, trying to keep her still so he can get as deep as possible with each thrust of his hips. He goes faster. And faster. And faster. Each time stroking his big cock against that... something... that makes Bella crazy.
Her voice drives him mad. He can hear his own growls and grunts in the background, but his ears are filled with her continuous, "Aaaaaaaah," punctuated by a loud, "mmph" each time he hits her cervix. He wants to record it, play it back whenever he needs to hear her.
She struggles to stay partly upright, one hand braced against the headboard to keep them from moving up the bed with his pounding, the other grabbing the pillow underneath her. He sounds like an animal. His grunts turn into snarls. He pistons into her. She feels him bend forward so his chest is pressed up against her back, forcing his cock at an angle that presses him even harder into the spot that makes her wild, and she starts to come apart around him again.
She comes, and comes, and comes. He buries his face in her hair. He keeps her firmly in place with his left hand grasping her hip, and keeps pounding, drawing out her orgasm to incredible lengths. He supports his bent position with his right hand on top of hers on the headboard. He couldn't get any closer to her if he tried. She's still coming, and now becoming overly sensitive, so he slows his hips a bit and draws in deep, calming breaths. She's squirming a bit now, and not in a good way, so he holds himself still, buried fully inside her.
He waits until she has calmed down a bit and her breathing has slowed. He licks his lips and asks her, his voice as deep as she has ever heard, "Can you take any more, honey?"
"Oh, God, Jacob. You're insatiable. Whatever you have to give me. God, yes."
So he sits back on his heels again, and draws her backward into his lap. She has said she's ready for more, but he can tell she could use another minute to regroup. So he leaves her sitting on his cock, back pressed up to his, her legs bent on either side of his, and moves her hair aside to kiss along her neck. He feels her spasm around him a little when he reaches the sensitive spot behind her ear. He reaches around and cups her breasts in both hands. Her throbs inside her. She tilts her head to the side to kiss him, and brings her arm up and to the side to bury her hand into his hair again. He loves it. As his lips meet hers, he pinches her left nipple gently between his fingers, and slips his right hand down. He gathers some of their wetness with his fingers, feeling with his hand where their bodies are joined, and slips one finger over her clitoris.
She bucks and moans, and has to let go of his lips as she arches her back, pressing her breast further into his hand, rocking forward against his cock. She keeps her hand buried in his hair, and squirms and moves over him.
He clenches his jaw. He really, really wants to lift her up and slam her down, but he knows how good his fingers feel on her clitoris, and he can't manage both at once, so he waits just a little longer. He buries his nose into the crook of her neck, pinches her nipple harder, and works her clitoris with his hand.
Her whole body is tingling with pleasure. She grabs her other breast with her free hand and tugs at the nipple the same way he's doing with his other hand. He lets out a guttural moan at her movement, his cock twitches inside her, otherwise still, and speeds his fingers against her nub in rapid circles. It doesn't take long. She couldn't hold out if she wanted to. When he gently pinches her clit between his soaking thumb and forefinger, and rolls, she's gone. Her head falls back against his shoulder, and she rides the wave.
She's coming again, bucking and writhing all over him, and he can't take it any longer. He grabs her by the hips, picks her up so far he almost slides out, and yanks her back down. His hips buck up in rhythm with his hands on her hips. He does it again, and again, and again. She keeps coming all over him as he slams her onto his cock, hard. He's just yelling incoherent nonsense now, a jumble of feral snarls and cursing. In her orgasmic haze, she realizes she's swearing as well, and just when she thinks she'll pass out again, she feels him stiffen against her, and he roars. He slams her against his body one last time, his seed exploding, and exploding, and exploding against her womb.
They collapse onto their sides, still joined, and both instantly fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.