We ripped at each other’s clothes while we kissed, as desperately as before but this time taking the time to actually undress each other all the way. Our shirts hit the floor, and he pulled back to run his fingers over my cheek tenderly as he tilted his head. “I wish we had a bed for this, but the best I can do is a couch.”
I frowned before taking a good look around and finally noticing a long leather couch in the corner. “I didn’t notice that before.”
“You were in here all of a minute before I kissed you, and then you ran out after.” He shrugged. “I don’t blame you for not noticing.”
“Why did we end up on the floor this morning if there’s a couch right there?”
He grinned. “Because I couldn’t wait even that long and neither could you.”
I thought back to how close and achy I’d been when he told me to get down on the floor, and I lifted a shoulder in agreement. “Thanks for not making me wait, I guess.”
“Never,” he said and it sounded suspiciously like a promise. Everything felt different tonight than it had this morning, though. More intimate.
We made our way to the couch still kissing but more slowly than before. When we reached it, Jacob unbuckled his belt while toeing off his shoes, then let his pants drop and pushed his underwear down.
I hadn’t gotten to see him naked this morning at all. The most I’d gotten a peek of was his chest and the top of his cock. The guy was unbelievably sexy with his clothes on, but with them off and his smooth leanly toned body on display, I might have had a little drool running out of my mouth.
He was built like he’d been sculpted by one of the old masters, his shoulders broad and his abdomen stacked. The only difference was that those sculptors hadn’t really endowed their statues well, while Jacob was huge.
I’d felt it before obviously, but seeing it was different. I had no idea how I’d fit that in. It was long and thick, a little curved, and very happy to see me. I undid the clasp on the back of my skirt, pulling the zipper down and letting it fall to my feet before I stepped out of it.
Walking around him, I sat down on the couch with my bra and panties still on, taking him by the hips and turning him around. Face to face with his cock, I saw a small amount of liquid at the top. I swiped my thumb over his tip, gathering the wetness and spreading it around.
When I glanced up at his face, his head was tipped back and his glare pierced the ceiling as his throat worked.
Our breathy moans mingled in the silence of the office, our hands roaming and exploring. He unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms before lifting my hands away from him for just a second so he could get my underwear off.
Jacob’s skin was smooth and warm beneath my fingertips once my hands were back on him, his muscles rippling beneath my touch. He let me pump him a few more times before he groaned and lowered himself onto the couch with me.
It was just wide enough to fit us, and he had to keep one leg bent with his foot on the floor to keep from falling off when he settled over me. My hips bucked as he slid his length between my folds, and he let out a loud string of curses before his mouth descended back on mine.
Our kisses grew hungrier, our teeth bumping together as my hands trailed all the way down to his firm ass. My legs pressed against the leather when he rested his hips more fully between mine. His tip pushed at my entrance, and he let out a heavy breath before suddenly moving back a bit.
“We still need a condom,” he said, his voice scratchy. “I’ll get one in a minute. I don’t really want to stop touching you for even that long yet.”
His fingers replaced his cock, delving into me while he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cried out, reaching between us for his hard length.
“Don’t stop,” I said while wrapping my fingers around his silky shaft and savoring the sounds he made.
“Never,” he said again, repeating his earlier promise. Sparks of pleasure zapped through me when he brought his thumb to my clit and circled it slowly. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
Jacob’s brown eyes bored into mine, the intensity of them nearly melting me on the spot. He slid another finger into me, and both of us moaned again. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I can’t get enough of you.”
His confession stunned me but not enough to make me demand that he explain what he meant. That delicious pleasure was already building up inside me, and like him, I didn’t think I’d have been able to stop him even if I wanted to.
Filing the information away for later consideration and perhaps a bit of obsession, I focused on the movements of my own hand and twisted my wrist on each upstroke. He hooked his fingers to massage that most sensitive spot inside me in response, all the while kissing me in that same domineering and yet somehow tender way.
“Laurie,” he bit out when I felt him growing and expanding in my hand. “I need to be inside you now, or you need to stop.”
“I’m not stopping,” I breathed, “so you better get inside me then.”
My hips were suddenly writhing against nothing but air as he withdrew from me. I released him at the same time, but I could hardly focus on anything other than the friction I so desperately needed on my clit.
He growled when my own hand moved. “Yes. Show me how much you want it.”
My cheeks flooded with heat, but I didn’t know if it was because I was embarrassed that he’d noticed or whether it came from how extremely hot I found his demand. Whatever it had been, I complied with his request under his fiery gaze.
My eyes fluttered closed and I sucked my lips into my mouth as my fingers moved. I heard foil ripping, then felt the leather dip ever so slightly when he crawled back over me. He freed my lip with his thumb, then brought his mouth back to mine.
Winding my arms around his neck, I moaned into our kiss when he lined himself up and pushed in. With one hand on my hip and one on my cheek, he broke away from my lips to pull back and look into my eyes as he buried himself to the hilt.
Our bodies trembled together once he was fully seated inside me. He started moving slowly but was quickly setting a punishing pace without breaking it once. Pleasure swirled around in my belly and my body tensed as he drove me toward that peak of ecstasy.
Jacob ground his teeth together as he watched me, his grip on me tightening when my muscles started to milk him. My back arched and my eyes squeezed shut when he moved his hand from my hip to my clit, giving me that last little bit I needed to get me there.
“Jacob, yes.” It was all I could do not to scream his name, but I knew I couldn’t even if I didn’t remember why. I whispered it into his ear instead, and the small act made the moment feel even more intimate than it had before.
I held on to him as the intensity of my orgasm left me dizzy and breathless, my bones turning to jelly. When I came to, his eyes rolled back and he rested his forehead against mine as his thrusts became sharp and hard.
An almost tortured expression flickered across his features, and a shiver ran through me to see his face contorted in pleasure the way it was. He came on a soft groan, into my ear just like I’d only let him hear my pleasure, and I was still spasming around his cock when he smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Fuck, Laurie.” He gathered me up in his arms and rolled so he was on his back and I was draped half over him to keep from falling off the couch. Our limbs were tangled, and the way he held me was too familiar.