Page 55 of All of Us

I nodded. “I still love you, too.”

He kissed me gently, and I immediately melted into him. It felt like going home, memory took over, and my body responded because I knew him.

“God, I missed you,” I said against his lips.

His teeth pulled on my lower lip, then went back in, and I opened for him willingly. The way his mouth moved against mine, our tongues tangled, which made me moan. There were only two men who ever made me feel like this from a kiss. The simple act conveyed passion, desire, and a natural connection.

Jacob made sweet noises which drove me crazy, my arousal proud and needing attention. He pulled me against him, our bodies flush. I could feel him steel solid on my belly; my need for him ramped up even more.

I kissed up his neck, over his jaw, and sucked gently until I was at his ear. “I want you.”

His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, and he guided me back to his mouth. He kissed me deeply, desperately, his hands touched my body, which made me shiver, and my toes tingle.

“Jesus,” I said under my breath.

Tugging me back, he looked me in the eyes. “I need you.”

My tongue licked over his throat and down his collarbone. His skin was warm under my tongue, and the taste of him pulled a memory from years ago. I kissed the muscles on his chest, then sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting it firmly. Jacob arched into me, and I wanted to do it a thousand more times. I scraped my teeth against his ribs and licked a warm, wet stripe down his stomach.

As I sucked softly on his warm skin, my lips followed his treasure trail, excited about seeing what was under those sweats because he wasn’t an eighteen-year-old anymore. He was a man, his entire body had become more, perfectly more, and I was sure his cock had only gotten better. I couldn’t help but kiss that deep V that he had gotten from hard work on a cattle ranch.

I looked up at him. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

He smiled and brought me up to his lips, disappointment at not getting my mouth on his thick member rushed through me. He lay on top of me, his hips moved, and he rutted against me. Our cocks were painfully hard as they rubbed against each other. He rolled his hips again, and the feeling sent electricity through my body; the air sparked around us.

“Can I take you to your bed?” He smirked at me.

“Yes.”

He hauled me up against him and walked me backwards up the hall, our kisses desperate. He pushed me hard against the wall.

“Oomph.”

He laughed. “Sorry. You bring out the devil in me.”

The comment made me smile, but I went after his mouth, not wanting to talk. “Come here.”

He grabbed my ass and boosted me so my legs went around his waist. It was an amazing perk not being a huge man, and Jacob was strong. He held me close as he carried me easily to bed, where he lay me down, his body over mine.

“I need you naked.” He looked at me, his eyes dark, and without hesitation, he grabbed the side of my shorts and pulled them down. “Fucking hell. You are gorgeous.”

Throwing my shorts on the ground, he placed soft kisses on my thighs. Using one of my moves, he scraped his teeth over my hips, then licked and kissed my stomach. When he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, I groaned.

“You naked.”

“Great idea.” He removed his shirt, and I could feel the energy double between us.

As he lay on top of me, the fire turned into an inferno when our skin touched. I tried not to be overly eager, because I’d wanted this for years, and it would be easy for my body to take it to an end too quickly.

We slotted together, his cock against mine, and he moved. The crowns rubbed over each other, and when the shafts touched, it was one of the most erotic things I had experienced. My eyes rolled back.

“Holy shit, Jacob.”

Our kisses became hungrier. Both of us leaked steadily, making our movements slippery as our bodies created that much-needed lubricant. If we kept this up, I wouldn’t last long.

We stopped kissing, and he looked at me, his eyes dark. He swallowed hard. “Could we. Would you? Can.” He was suddenly shy. “Dusty, I want to. Not that what we are doing isn’t, but—”

“Jacob, deep breath, you can ask me anything.”