Chapter 6: When Self Control Drifts Away

The door was shut behind them, and the sound was loud in the quiet guest room. Emily’s breath was trembling in the dark, and her silhouette, a soft curve was glowing against the faint light from the hallway.

Jacob gently placed her on the bed, but her hands were trailing up his chest immediately, pulling him down with her before he could even straighten himself. Her legs were parted, welcoming him into the warm cradle of her body.

“Come here,” she whispered, hungry, and breathless. “Don’t make me wait.”

And, he didn’t.

Their mouths collided together in a way that meant everything they have been denied of, months of glances, lingering touches, and stolen moments that is thick with unspoken desire. Emily’s fingers curled into his hair, tugging it softly, and pulling him deeper.

His weight settled between her thighs, and she gasped when she felt the hard length of him pressing against her. Her hips were raised, and she was rubbing it eagerly against the bulge beneath his sweatpants.

“God, Jacob…” she moaned softly.

He shivered. The sound of his name coming from her lips was needy, and pleading which sent heat tearing through his control.

“You are driving me insane,” he whispered against her mouth. “Do you know that?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and dark. “Then don’t fight it anymore.”

His hands were drifted down her sides—slow enough to make her arch, and firm enough to make her legs tremble.

He traced the soft curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the warm line of her stomach. When he reached her breasts, he paused, watching her reaction.

Emily’s breath faltered.

Her nipples were already hard, and tight with anticipation.

She wanted him and she was not hiding it.

He cupped one breast, and his thumb was circling it slowly, and deliberately, until she bit her lip to smother a moan.

“Don’t,” he murmured.

“I want to hear from you.”

Her lips parted.

Then he replaced his hand with his mouth.

Emily cried out softly as he sucked her nipple between his lips, his tongue trailing in slow, and torturous strokes.

Her back were arching off the mattress, offering more, and begging for more without words. Jacob’s hand moved to her other breast, kneading it gently while his mouth worshipped the first.

“Yes… Jacob…” Her fingers were gripping on his shoulders and her thighs were tightened around him. “I have wanted this for so long.”

He pulled back, enough to meet her eyes.

“Tell me.”

He wasn’t teasing, he needed to hear it.

And her voice were shivering with truth.

“I thought about you every night when he was working late,” she whispered. “I thought about your hands. Your mouth and your body over mine.”

Then, his control gave way.

He kissed her again… hard, and a groan hummed in his chest as his hand traveled down, until his fingers brushed against the heat between her thighs.

Emily gasped.

He stroked her slowly through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling how warm… how wet… she already was.

“You are soaked,” he growled softly.

“For you,” she breathed.

His pulse quickened.

He pushed the fabric aside and trailed his fingers over her bare skin. She was slick, impossibly soft, and was opening for him like she had been waiting for this moment, for him, all along.

And when he slided one finger between her folds, Emily’s head fell back against the pillow with a broken moan.

“Jacob—”

Then, he added another.

Her hips were pulled up off the mattress, and her thighs were shaking around him as he moved inside her—slow at first, exploring her, learning her rhythm, her breath, and the way she gasped when his thumb found her clit.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “So damn warm.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t.

His fingers curled just right, stroking the sensitive spot that is deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in slow, and devastating patterns.

Emily clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breath ragged and uneven.

“I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m… I’m already—”

“Let go,” he whispered. “I want to feel you cum on my hand.”

Her body tightened.

Every muscle was straining.

Every breath was catching and every sound was trembling out of her like she had been holding it in for years.

Then she broke.

Her climax hit hard—an uncontrollable rush that ripped a loud, and desperate moan from her throat as her body clenched around his fingers. Her thighs were trembling, and her hips were grinding helplessly as he guided her through it, kissing her softly.

“That’s it,” he murmured, holding her as her body shook lightly. “Good girl…”

Emily trembled at the praise.

He felt it. He felt her pulse quicken again, and felt how her body responded.

She wasn’t done.

Not even close.

When she finally caught her breath, she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Take these off,” she whispered. “I want you inside of me.”

“Emily…” His voice cracked. “Once we do this, there is no going back.”

She trailed her hand inside the fabric, her fingers wrapped around him—hot, thick, and pulsing hard in her grip.

“There is no going back,” she whispered. “I don’t want to.”

His breath stopped.

He stripped off his sweatpants, and Emily’s eyes widened when she saw him—thick, swollen, and the tip was already slick from how badly he wanted her.

“God…” she breathed. “Jacob…”

He crawled over her, guiding himself to her entrance. The heat of her was overwhelming—wet, open, and was inviting him deeper.

“You’re sure?” he murmured, his voice low with barely controlled need.

She lifted up her hips, rubbing herself along the length of him, and coating him in her warmth.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I need you. Please.”

He pushed forward—slow, and steady—feeling her stretch around him inch by inch.

Emily gasped, clutching on to his shoulders.

“Jacob—oh my God—”

He groaned into her neck.

She was tight.

So warm and so perfect.

He pressed himself deeper until their bodies met, until he was fully buried inside of her, and until the both of them were shaking with the force of holding back.

“Emily…” he breathed. “You feel—God, you feel unbelievable.”

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Move,” she whispered. “Please.”

And he did.

At first, it was slow, long, and deep strokes that made her breath hitch with every thrust.

She clung to him, moaning softly into his ear as her body welcomed him, surrounded him, and tightened around him in ways that made him lose his mind.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said against her throat.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hips meeting his. “Yes—Jacob, yes—”

He moved faster.

Their bodies met with a rhythm that was desperate, hungry, and months of unspoken desire finally unleashed. Her moans filled the room, breathy and uncontrollable, the sound of a woman finally getting exactly what she wanted.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I can take it—Jacob, please—”

He gripped her hips and thrust deeper…. harder… drawing a sharp cry from her lips as her body tightened around him again.

“I’m close,” she moaned. “Don’t stop—don’t stop—”

He kissed her hard.

“Come for me again.”

She broke beneath him—shaking, gasping, and her orgasm came crashing through her as she clung to him like he was the only thing holding her on earth.

Feeling her pulse around him, hearing her moan his name, was enough to push him over the edge.

He buried himself inside of her, and their body were tensed as pleasure tore through him.

“Emily—” he groaned, his voice were cracking as he came inside her, his pulse was deep, and filling her up until she trembled from the warmth of it.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Their bodies were tangled.

Their breaths were unsteady and their hearts were racing in sync.

Emily whispered, “Jacob… what do we do now?”

He lowered his forehead against hers.

“Whatever happens,” he murmured softly, “But I am not letting tonight be the last time.”

She smiled—slow, satisfied, and wicked.

“Good,” she whispered.

“Because I don’t want it to be.”