My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 77

Evelyn

As my top slipped off, Jacob's hands moved with effortless grace, easing my shorts down in one fluid motion. His lips found my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My back arched, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer as our lips collided. Our kiss was fierce and desperate, as if our very existence depended on it.

And, hell, it fucking did.

Neither of us had even the slightest idea of when...we'd meet again or if Dad would ever approve of our relationship. The uncertainty of our future loomed over us.

And there was the problem—we wanted everything at once, without any losses or any relations perished and it was mostly unlikely to happen if fate were to oppose us and it seemed like fate would oppose us.

"I love you, Evelyn... I love you so fucking much," he murmured as he skillfully removed my panties, and with a deft movement of his nimble fingers, my bra followed suit. His warm fingers against my cool skin sent shivers down my spine, a sensation that was nothing short of breathtaking.

I had missed his touch. I missed it so much!

Sitting up, I unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide down. My fingertips glided across his smooth skin, tracing his powerful biceps, the golden chain that adorned his neck, and finally down to the veins in his arms. He was a vision of perfection—majestic, capable of stealing anyone's breath away.

I gazed into his eyes, partially concealed by the fall of his tousled hair. His lips were swollen from our fervent kisses, and in his emerald eyes, I found nothing but love. I had longed for it. To see that love in his eyes, I had ached for it. I was dying to see it again and now that I could see it here...my emotions were a mess.

God...I couldn't believe he was mine again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we let ourselves fall onto the bed once more, our bare chests pressing against each other, my erect nipples brushing against his solid chest.

Our lips collided again, and I boldly slipped my tongue into his mouth. With his right hand, he held my hips in place, gently caressing my pussy. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation, and my body quivered, yet neither of us broke the kiss.

I traced my thumbs on his stubble and sharp jaw, goosebumps appearing on my skin at the contact before I finally let my hands reach between us and slid down his trousers, sliding halfway, I used my feet to slide the rest down. His cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. The heat between us was inexplicable.

Time seemed to slow down, matching our rhythmic movements. My whole world had dwindled.

We were famished, eager to make up for the days we'd lost. Every second counted, and we had already lost too many.

Breaking the kiss, Jacob lavished attention on my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth and circling his tongue around it.

My eyes fluttered shut as I moaned his name softly, "Aah...Jacob..."

He continued his loving caresses, moving to the other nipple and then licking his way down across my cleavage and navel. His tongue finally landed on my bare pussy, and he maintained eye contact as he parted my thighs. Kissing my folds, he explored with his tongue, slowly driving me wild before he forced his tongue into my dripping wet hole.

I clutched the bedsheets, throwing my head back. Jacob continued with his slow sensual movements, occasionally teasing my sensitive spot—my clit, making me gasp for more.

"Jacob, please," I writhed on the bed, my hips jerking uncontrollably to his touch, my body quivering with desire. I struggled to stay still, but he was already pushing me to my limits.

"Just a little more, baby," he murmured, continuing his sensual torture by suckling and kissing my folds into his warm mouth and ever so slightly grazing his teeth on the sensitive nub. He soon succeeded in pushing me to the edge, and I felt the climax approaching—my walls clenched and unclenched. My body trembled as I tried to hold on, my hands now shooting to grasp onto his silky hair locks.

He quickened his movements, pushing me over the periphery even more. The last threads of my control unraveled, slipping through my fingers, and I moaned out his name aloud, my hips moving in sync with his guidance, grinding against his face and he gladly let it every time hitting sensitive spots.