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Her eyes opened wide, her gaze focusing on his face as he looked up at her.
"Those beautiful eyes," he murmured under his breath, before he drew her nipple back between his lips and hummed against her tender flesh.
"Oh." Her hips bucked up against his knuckles and now she had two hands on his shoulders, her close-cropped nails biting down against his skin. "I feel like I'm about to fall."
"Then fall, Molly. I won't let you go."
"Ah-"
He turned his head to see her face and it felt like the way he tugged on her nipple held just enough tension that it pushed her over the edge into her release.
* * *
It was a strange, floating sensation, as if the bed against her back was more of a cloud than a mattress. Either way, she wasn't going to argue.
Twice she'd found her release, but he hadn't.
And Molly Ferguson had never been a selfish person.
But before she had to figure out a way to tell Jacob to 'get a move on' without sounding like a bossy woman, he seemed to figure it out on his own.
Planting one hand down on the sheets beside her shoulder, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a wrapper.
Molly, wanting to seem a little less of a silly girl and more of a worldly woman, lifted her chin. "Just one?"
It was his turn to be surprised, raising his eyebrows before lowering them over a big, satisfied smile. "I've got more. Let's start with one."
She wasn't sure if she should watch as he put the condom on, but there was no way she wasn't going to.
Molly knew what everything was going to look like. She'd seen pictures and maybe even seen a few guys in movies, but up close and personal?
This was Jacob, and she'd spent more than her fair share of time imagining what this would be like. For once, she wished that she had the other kind of eidetic memory. What would it be like to save these memories in her head?
When he was done, he reached for her thigh, but she had anticipated the need for space and brought her knees up again, opening her legs to fit him in between.
Braced on one elbow at her side, Jacob fit himself at the apex of her thighs and moved closer.
At first, it just felt like a bit of a stretch, but the further he pushed in the more she had to drop her knees down toward the bed. She parted her lips on a slow, shallow groan as he shifted and braced his hand on either side of her body.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and she lifted a hand to wipe it off with her fingers.
Jacob turned his head and placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist and hitched one leg under her thigh.
"Oh." Her hand clasped at the back of his neck and held tight as he sank into her and bottomed out. "That's tight."
"Yeah." He smiled, but it was a little thin and she felt a droplet of sweat fall from his forehead to her breast. "It's a tight fit, but it's going to get better. I promise."
Her smile held no reservations. "I know."
Jacob shifted again and she exhaled on a "Wow." The tiniest bit of friction sent lightning through her veins.
"Is that?"
She swore that Jacob almost laughed, but she didn't blame him.
"Oh, it's way better than that."
Molly shifted against him, squeezing her thighs against his hips. "Please, I want to know."
