“You just showered.” I groaned as my back arched involuntarily.
“So?” He moved his hips slightly to pull his towel off, throwing it onto the floor before lowering himself back on top of me. His cock was already hard and erect against me. Streaming kisses down my stomach, he grabbed my panties with his teeth and pulled them down my legs before tossing them to join his towel.
“Jakob,” I whimpered as his right hand played in my wetness. “We should be thinking about what to do next. We should be on our way to see Mrs. Renee.”
“I know what I want to do next.” He grinned before spreading my legs open and lowering his face to my private spot. “I want to do you with my tongue and then my cock. Then we can talk.”
“Jakob,” I groaned, but his answer was to put his tongue between my legs and to start sucking. “Oh!” I cried out as his tongue slid inside me and he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his face harder. “Oooh . . . ,” I screamed as his tongue moved back and forth in abandon and licked me up. I could feel my orgasm building up quickly, my mind losing focus on everything else. When he pulled his tongue out of me, I cried out at the loss of him inside me, but he soon rectified that by sliding his hard cock inside me.
“Open your eyes, Bianca,” he growled. “I want to see your expression when I make you come.” He thrust into me and groaned. “Shit, you’re so wet.” He moved his hips faster as he slammed into me. “I can’t have enough of you, you know that, right?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I cried out.
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled out of me, pulled me up, and pushed me forward. “Ass back.”
“What?” I moaned as he slid into me from behind. “I thought you wanted to see my eyes when I came?”
“I’ll watch your face again in a moment. For now, I want you to feel every inch of me inside of you. I want to fuck you so hard and deep that you won’t ever forget me.”
“Faster!” I screamed as he made his pace more deliberate.
“Nope.” He moved even slower, sliding his cock in and out at the pace of a snail before pushing himself in hard right at the end.
“Jakob,” I whimpered as my body tingled all over. “Please.”
“Please?” He laughed and pulled my hair back. “Kiss me,” he commanded, and I turned my face so that he could claim my mouth. Then he pulled all the way out of me and licked his lips before entering me again slowly. “Hold on to the sheets.” He chuckled and then increased his pace, so that his cock was flying in and out of me.
“Ooh!” I screamed as I felt myself taken to the top of the cliff. “I’m coming!” I screamed again as I gripped the sheets tightly, cascades of pleasure rippling through my body. “Oh, Jakob.”
“Bianca.” He grunted as he continued slamming into me, then I felt his body shuddering as he exploded inside me. He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me and pulled me into his arms. I stared into his face and closed my eyes, my body feeling exhausted as I cuddled up next to him.
“End act one, scene one.” He groaned as he kissed me hard.
“What do you mean?”
“This is where I’d end the scene.” He groaned. “This is where I’d end the entire play.”
“What play?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“Who are you, Jakob Bradley?” I asked him quietly. “What’s your story?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been thinking about something and it’s been bothering me for a while.”
“What’s that?” He leaned on his elbow and stared at me.
“You said your mom was a maid for the Bradleys.”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“You said your mom refused to take money from your dad.”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“George the doorman knew your mom, and he recognized me because of my mom.”
“Yes.” Jacob’s eyes narrowed.
“Which means that you grew up here. My mom died when I was young, so your mom lived here for a long time. How did she afford it? Where did she get the money?” I looked at his face carefully, but his expression never changed.
“I guess Bradley must have given her money after all?” He shrugged.
“So he wasn’t that bad to her then, was he?”
“Well, they were in love for a while.” He shrugged. “Maybe he gave it to her as a parting gift, before he married someone else.”
“Yes, maybe.” I nodded, thinking back to Larry’s comment. You can’t trust Jakob Bradley. I hated to doubt him again after everything and especially because of what Larry had said, but things still weren’t adding up.
“Why did you even think of that?” he asked me softly, his fingers running up and down my arm.
“Not sure.” I jumped up, suddenly uncomfortable with my own thoughts and doubts. “I should shower.”
“I’ll join you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” He smiled sweetly. “Isn’t that what couples do? Shower together?”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“We’re in this together, Bianca.” He came up behind me and his arms encircled my waist. “It’s you and me, kid.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. Oh, how I wanted to believe that.