Evelyn
I woke up to the breathtaking sight of Jacob's face. His arm enveloped my waist, pulling me in close, our naked bodies entwined beneath the cosy blanket. The sensation of our skin against each other was pure bliss.
In the serenity of his slumber, Jacob appeared even more captivating, his features softened and peaceful. It was a view I wished I could wake up to every morning, but the reality was far from that. He and I were so close, yet we were miles apart and perhaps would have to remain that forever.
My own troublesome thoughts began shrouding my mind right at the very fresh start of the morning.
Did we even have a forever? Was I raising my expectations too high?
Fuck this shit!
I decided not to let my thoughts ruin this moment, and shrugged all of it and the notions away.
Reaching out, I gently brushed aside a few stray strands of hair that adorned his forehead. A smile played upon my lips as my fingers trailed down, caressing his jawline and grazing the subtle stubble.
How could someone be so fucking pretty?
Okay, I know "pretty" might not be the most fitting description for a rugged man like him. Yet, when it came to Jacob, I was helplessly infatuated, just like I had been since I was a kid.
My thumb glided over his velvety lower lip on its own, eliciting a slight tensing of his muscles. The subtle movement beneath his closed eyelids hinted at the awakening of his consciousness.
He was indeed awake but not fully yet.
Suppressing my smile, I leaned in closer, playfully brushing my lips against his.
Finally, he made a move.
His hand shifted to my lower hip and he pulled me closer until there was practically no distance left between us. A soft gasp escaped my lips involuntarily as I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.
So the morning wood thing is real. Noted.
"It's not very kind to tease a man who's still asleep," he murmured, his eyes gradually opening. As his gaze met mine, a surge of butterflies erupted in my stomach, sending tingles throughout my body.
Before I could react, Jacob shifted down, nestling his head in the curve of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. His hands wrapped around my hips, his warm breath caressing my skin and causing goosebumps to form all over.
Yet, despite the overwhelming sensations, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I found myself threading my fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "So, what are you going to do about it? Because I have a feeling I'll take advantage of every opportunity."
He chuckled softly, his voice husky. "There's not much I can do to punish such a beautiful woman, but I can think of plenty of other options that I would much prefer."
"And what are they?"
"Perhaps, I'd eat you out till you faint," His blunt statement caught me off-guard but from the smirk that tugged at his lips, I knew he was not done yet and my assumption came true when he pushed me on my back and hovered me, the blanket thankfully still covering half of our bodies.
"Or even better if I....fuck you in all holes." He whispered, leaning closer to my ear.
Heat surged to my cheeks, and a whirlwind of sensations twisted in the depths of my being. The seriousness in his tone sent an electric current coursing through me, awakening a kaleidoscope of desires.
Holy shit!
"Which option would you choose, Evelyn? Being filled in all holes or have me eat your sweet pušsy till you lose even the last bit of consciousness?" He grabbed my jaw and looked at me with his enchanting green eyes.
I did not know what to say.
Damn! How could I focus on anything else, or even the voices in my own head, when Jacob's face loomed so close, his lips mere inches away from mine?
He was just too...addicting.
"How about you kiss me good morning and then we decide?" I finally spoke.
A smile spread on his lips, "That was smooth...." Without further ado, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, sealing them in a deep passionate kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth and he ravished me.
I could do this my whole life, just keep him, me and this moment on a never-ending loop and I'm sure I'd never ever get bored of it.
As we both parted because of the need for air, it would be a lie to say that we both didn't have the same bright smiles spread on our faces.
"We should get ready and head downstairs because if your dad and Clara see us like this, I think that's going to be a huge problem," He spoke, a small chuckle slipping past his lips.
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