A mix of pleasure and pain skitters from my neck and shoots all the way down to my pussy, causing me to squeeze my legs against his thighs.
Warm, wet lips kiss over the area he just bit and then trail up to nip along my jaw, all the way to my lips, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before kissing me deeply.
I had been goading him earlier, knowing he needed a little push to get him to do whatever it was that he wanted, and now that it seems like he is, I'm more turned on than ever.
His free hand slides down my body and undoes the button to my shorts before sliding in and settling between my legs, rubbing my clit in a leisurely way. The hand in my hair loosens and moves so that he's gripping the back of my head, holding my mouth to his.
This is his show. I feel like all I can do is metaphorically sit back and enjoy the ride.
I rock my hips along with his fingers, feeling so greedy I can't get enough.
When he inserts two fingers inside, I have to grip his shoulders for purchase and let out a breathy moan into his mouth.
He continues fingering me, pumping in and out while rubbing a thumb over my throbbing bud. I'm sure my nails are close to puncturing his skin, but I can't seem to loosen them. He's hitting all the right spots, driving me wild, to the point of release.
This time when I orgasm, he doesn't slow down to let me catch my breath. He flips me so that I'm on my hands and knees and tugs down my shorts. I free one leg from them and then feel his chest press into my back.
I'm still so worked up and continue to pant while one of his hands reaches around and squeezes one breast while the other works to pull his own pants down.
Once he's freed, his hand slides up from my ass to my neck, goosebumps forming on my skin in its wake. Then, gathering my hair in that hand, he pulls my head back, and I decide right now that I love having my hair pulled by him.
“I've always wanted to try it this way,” he whispers in my ear. “Are you ready for my cock?”
A puff of air escapes my lips when he nibbles on my lobe, and I do my best to nod.
Jacob rubs his dick along my ass before lining himself up and thrusting into me in one go.
“Oh!” My hand flies up to the wall in front of me, stopping me from falling forward.
“Yesss,” I hiss out.
I start pushing back at the same time that he moves his hips forward. Skin slapping skin and our heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard. The gentle rock of the boat is barely noticeable through our movements.
Warm lips skate across the skin of my shoulders and neck, and although he's still gripping my hair, holding my head back, it's not hard enough that I can't lean into his touch and rub his cheek with mine.
Then, releasing my hair, he grabs my jaw and turns my face so that he can kiss me, groaning deep in my mouth.
After another couple of minutes, he sits back, pulling me with him and holding me flush against his chest while his dick is still buried inside me.
“Fuck, Remi. You're going to make me come too quickly.”
Both of his hands move up to my chest, where he squeezes and plays with my nipples.
“Jacob,” I breathe out, dropping my head back against him, enjoying every feeling he's gifting me. “So good.”
“I want you to come again before I do.”
The glide of his hand as he moves over the skin of my stomach, going lower, lower, lower, has my breaths coming out in short puffs. He doesn't stop until he reaches my clit and his fingers start to move in quick circles, increasing in pressure, doing everything I taught him, and more, as he pumps upwards from beneath me.
It takes no time at all before I'm clenching tight around him and moaning out his name.
Jacob thrusts up a few more times and then holds me tighter against him with an arm banded across my chest. Vibrations shoot through me as he groans into my neck and releases inside me.
A few seconds pass as we catch our breath, his hold on me never loosening. It feels warm and comfortable to be held by him like this. It makes my chest tingle and expand at the same time.
“I fucking love–”
Everything seems to go deathly quiet when he cuts himself off, and his words hang in the air between us. I find myself holding my breath, waiting for him to finish that sentence.
