Chapter 14

Jakob

"Lean back, sweetheart."

One of the wonderful things about having a mate who works during the day is being able to do something nice for her when she returns home.

Jo and I kiss like teenagers on the sofa while dinner simmers on the stove. Her skirt is hiked all the way up to her hips. She's already tugged off my shirt, and I've done the same to hers. My jeans are unbuttoned, allowing the smallest crumb of relief to my erection.

Jo leans back against the sofa pillows, and I sweep one arm around her hips, tugging her forward.

My good girl does as I say, granting me access to the damp heat between her thighs as I slide my hand down the front of her knickers.

I cup her pussy, and we both let out a shuddering gasp. "You're so wet for me, Josephine. I can already feel it."

She responds with a quiet moan, her arms circling around me, drawing me deeper and deeper into her spell.

My fingers find their way between her warm, wet folds. It would be so easy. I could tug her knickers off, free my straining cock, and slide into her. She'd say yes. I know she would.

But my Jo's not ready for that yet.

Her sweetness coats my fingers as I slowly, carefully explore her pussy. The anticipation and excitement on her face, her swollen lips, her blown pupils — Josephine is too beautiful for words.

I slip my middle finger into her tight entrance, gauging her reactions carefully. Her muscles tighten, and not just her inner walls. Jo's body tenses up, and I pause my movements.

"Baby, you okay?"

"Mmm, yes," she whines, her hips writhing like she wants to ride my finger but she's not sure how to do it. Her breasts heave, demanding to be free of her bra.

Those strong legs that grip me close start to move. The tender flesh of her thighs rubs against the outer seam of my jeans.

"I've got you, Jo."

I slip a second finger inside. Her brow furrows. Jo pulls me close and crashes her mouth to mine.

"Relax into it. You don't have to ride me, just let me take care of you."

Her face softens, and her muscles relax around my stroking fingers.

My thumb meets her prominent clit, hard and warm. I curl my fingers forward and strum her clit at the same time. Her eyes close as her body tenses up again.

"Jakob…Jakob! I'm coming…"

"If you keep moaning my name like that, we're gonna have a problem," I murmur against her mouth, continuing to rub and stroke with my curled fingers.

Her moans make me crazy, and I feel compelled to take her plump bottom lip between my teeth. I'm crazed for her. I absolutely must put a stop to her gasping and repeating my name like that. It's too much. Too sweet. This is all so new to Jo, and she responds with so much intensity. Her sensitivity makes me hard to the point of pain.

"Problem? No problems!" Jo breathes. "D-do whatever you want!"

I can't stop touching her. I can't stop—will never stop—making her feel this good. If I spend the rest of my life making her writhe and come this good, I'll have lived my life to the fullest.

I'm surprised at the growl that comes out of me. The throb in my jeans is out of control, and just as I think I'm about to lose it, my sweet Jo's orgasm seizes her.

Those breathy little squeaks are the most fucking adorable sounds I've ever heard.

My forehead meets hers as her release rolls through her, my hand wringing out every last bit of pleasure she can stand.

Pulling back, I let her watch me suck my fingers clean, taking pleasure in her shocked expression. Her lips part as if she wants to say something, but she hesitates.

"You taste incredible," I say, licking the last of her sweetness from between my fingers. "In case you were wondering."