I pushed my body back into him hungrily, driving against him until our bodies were slapping. I wanted him to take it one step further.
I didn't ask for it, but I swear he must have read my mind, or read my body, because he withdrew, and I felt the head of his c**k a little higher up. I tilted my head around to look at him behind me. We made eye contact, I gave him a nod, and he gently pressed the tip of his c**k against the sensitive muscles. His c**k didn't go in. My muscles back there felt like a solid wall of flesh, not an opening.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “I need to relax. I guess I'm too excited.”
“Lube,” he said.
“Of course!”
I pulled away from him, opened my bedside drawer, and tossed a plastic bottle his way.
I returned to the same position, opening myself to him.
He applied some of the cool lube with his fingertips. He said, “This is my finger,” and he pushed the tip of his finger in. The sensation was electric.
I whimpered into my pillow.
“Too much?” he said, sounding worried.
I glanced back at his worried expression, then buried my face in my pillow so I didn't have to look at him. “More like not enough,” I said.
More lube was spread onto my opening, and then I felt something that wasn't a finger, but more like a knuckle, at my opening. In the space of four breaths, he eased the head of his c**k in.
“More,” I said, and he gave me more.
He gave me a lot more.
Moving as we had been, only with a tighter pressure and more sensation, we continued with the rhythm we'd had before. I reached down and touched my clit, which was almost too hot to touch. I guided his free hand to it and let him take over, everything now wet and slick from my juices and also the bottle of lube.
My pleasure climbed up and up, and I felt his c**k get stiffer, like he was about to come, but he didn't. He just got harder and harder, thrusting into me with an urgency I'd never experienced with Jacob. He slowed, and I cried out, worried he was going to pull out and leave me hanging on the precipice, but then he plunged into me. He moaned in pleasure and released into me, and I cried out as my orgasm shook me, familiar, but different.
When he was finished his shaking, he pulled me upright, so that he was kneeling and I was somewhat on his lap. He tilted my face with his hand so he could kiss me on the mouth. His c**k continued to pulse inside me, our aftershocks merging as we kissed.
He pawed at my front, and I realized with surprise I was still wearing my lightweight sweater, the one I'd chosen for our date.
The sweater confused me. The whole thing confused me. The c**k in my ass confused me. What the heck was that about?
Jacob bit me on the neck, still squeezing me tightly into him.
“I love you,” he said.
My mouth dropped open. I pulled away from him rather abruptly, making him go, “Youch!”
My butt was pulsing. “Oh my god, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?”
I stared down at his half-rigid cock. Had I broken it?
“I'm fine,” he said, smiling. “Just a little sensitive.”
I reached down behind me to my butt, and felt the condom hanging out with just the tip inside me. “Oh god!” I yelled as I pulled it out.
He looked aghast. “Did I hurt you? Oh, Lexie, I should have been more gentle, I just couldn't help myself.”
I shook my head and scrambled off the bed with the soggy condom. When he saw it, he started to laugh.
I squealed and ran into the the bathroom with it for immediate disposal.
Then I shut the door and locked it. I wasn't upset about the condom thing, as it hadn't broken, and goodness knows I wasn't worried about getting pregnant from what we'd done, but it was a good cover for what I was really upset about.
I peeled off my sweater and started the shower running. He'd said he loved me. But it was during sex, which didn't count. Or did it?
Did I love him?
I'd certainly missed Jacob while I was away. I'd looked forward to seeing him. And then, I'd thrown myself at him the moment he walked in the door.
Was that love?
He knocked on the door.
“You okay?”
“Just sweaty,” I said. “I'm going to have a shower.” I unlocked the handle, but didn't open the door. “You can join me if you want.”
There was a long pause.
“I'm hungry,” he said. “Mind if I scrounge up some crackers while I wait?”
“My place is your place,” I said, so relieved I'd bought some alone time in the shower.
In the hot shower, I washed myself off and then prodded and poked my butt to make sure everything was okay. We'd gotten pretty active in bed, but I seemed none the worse for wear, thanks to all the lube, plus starting slow.
Maybe I was ready to try new things.
Like a real relationship. With Jacob.
Sure.
We climbed into his little sports car, and I teased him about the size of it.
I said, “Your hair touches the ceiling!”
“So? It's a perfect fit. Just right.”
“Perfect fit,” I said, reaching over to squeeze his muscular thigh.
He gave me a sly look as he started the engine. How could one guy be so sexy? He was adorable.
We didn't drive to a restaurant, but away from downtown, toward the suburbs.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“My brother's.”
I folded my hands in my lap. Did I know Jacob had a brother? Hmm. Honestly, no. I had no idea how many siblings he had, let alone ever met any of his family. Or friends.
I quizzed him on the names of people I'd be meeting, just so I wouldn't make a total fool of myself. What I really wanted, though, was for him to turn the car around and take me home, but I couldn't say that. It was already bad enough he'd said he loved me and I hadn't reciprocated.
We pulled up in front of a modest-looking house in the suburbs. It looked exactly like the ones up and down the street, except with more giant, plastic kids' furniture on the front lawn.
We walked past a kiddie pool in the shape of a frog, filled with Barbie dolls and dirty water. Seeing those dolls, na**d and face-down in the water gave me a sinking feeling. It's not that I don't like kids. Kids are just small people, and some are great, like full-size people. Some of them, however, are little jackasses, and I don't tolerate jackasses of any age. Unfortunately, if you're annoyed by a kid and tell him or her to buzz off, people think you're a horrible human being. And so, I'm always on my guard around kids, at least until I get to know them.
Jacob grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I realized the squeaking sound was my teeth, grinding, and I told myself to relax.