=-Bethany's POV=-
As soon as we entered the hotel room, Jacob undressed me, and when he undid my brassiere, I gasped for air. As I observed his hands move to cup my breast, my chest began to rise and fall.
As he began to caress my breasts, I arched my back and looked up at the ceiling, but Jacob seized the opportunity to plant a kiss on my neck. His tongue licked both the skin under my chin and the hollow at the base of my neck. I moaned as his tongue elicited pleasure from me, particularly when he traced soft, feathery kisses behind my ear.
Jacob wrapped his mouth around one of my breasts and gently sucked on it, causing me to bite my lower lip. When his tongue began to play with my nipples, I reached behind his head and grabbed some of his hair.
Before he carried me to the bed, I surrendered control of my body and permitted him to subjugate every inch of my skin. I made no objections when he removed my pants and underwear. Even though my eyes were a bit blurry from earlier alcohol consumption, I watched in awe as he removed his T-shirt and pants.
Jacob's sculpted physique captured my attention, and I was astounded that he had maintained it for so long. Those chiseled abs were still present. I would be hypocritical if I told him he couldn't have me because he was utterly magnificent.
He stated, “You still have the option to say no,” but I declined and shook my head.
I responded seductively while extending my arms to him, “I still desire you. Are you certain you don't want me, too?” I inquired when I observed hesitation in his eyes. He must have assumed I was inebriated and unable to control my actions. As I sat up and pulled him into bed with me, I smirked.
When I lowered my mouth to kiss him while on his back, he whispered my name, “Bethany...”
Jacob wasted no time and continued the kiss that I had initiated. His hands groped my breasts as our tongues fought like swords within our mouths. As he struggled against my softness, I gradually elevated my hips above him until he became as hard as iron.
“Allow me to make love to you, Bethany,” he said as he instantly shifted our positions. Then he entered my body, and our bodies began to sway to an invisible rhythm.
I closed my eyes and relished every second of his intense desire. As his thrust became deeper and harder, I wailed loudly with his name. I had not felt loved in bed for a very long time, and I missed it. When he accelerated his movement, I called out his name, and he covered my mouth, causing me to continuously moan.
I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that he was staring at me as he accelerated. Our eyes, as well as our bodies, were locked, and it was the most erotic sensation I'd ever experienced.
I wasn’t prepared for the intense rush of pleasure I experienced while gazing into my partner's eyes as he delivered the final and most potent thrust. It was extremely gratifying to my body and soul, and I clung to him tightly as my body trembled with happiness. Jacob brought me to the pinnacle of happiness throughout the night, and I was unable to refuse him once. We satisfied each other's cravings until our bodies were exhausted, at which point we tried again.
When I awoke, the room was dim, and I was initially disoriented because I was unfamiliar with the surroundings. When I saw a man lying on his stomach, my eyes widened in fear, but when I recalled what had occurred, I gasped for air. I slowly removed his hand from my stomach and pushed myself out of bed. I once again yielded to Jacob's seduction and shared a bed with him. I hated him and his guts, and I had no right to forget what he did to me! I clenched my teeth as I recalled how everything had begun!
He whispered, “Don't leave me,” and when I looked at him, he pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him.
It was difficult to sleep with him, and I did not dare to move. It was a challenging circumstance to be in. I was also hesitant to swallow my saliva and clear my throat. When I dared to look at him, he was sound asleep in a difficult position.
Previously, when he begged me to stay, I complied. I reprimanded myself for being a pushover toward Jacob Summers! When I viewed him, he appeared to be sleeping. I attempted to move but was terrified of waking him.
I had to control my breathing because I was so aware of his presence, and I convinced myself that he would not blink if I tried. I contemplated returning home, but where would my sense of accomplishment be then? As a result, despite the discomfort, I chose to remain.
My attention was drawn to his steady breathing, and I moaned at the agony of battling my own thoughts about trying to kiss him goodbye until the effort of thinking about it exhausted me.
I was startled awake when, in the next instant, he slid his legs under the couch. It was challenging but manageable. Although I made numerous attempts to remove it, my strength was insufficient, and I feared waking him up. The sudden placement of his hand just below my breast caught me off guard, and I gasped for air.
I was more than willing to participate in his game, so if he is attempting to make fun of me, he was in for a world of trouble. Since we did it last night, there is always the possibility that he will attempt it again.
I quickly shifted my weight and turned to face him, then placed my palm on his flat stomach to make him feel uncomfortable...just as I did! He remained motionless and unresponsive, which led me to believe he was probably asleep.
As a result of being so close to him, the scent of his shampoo permeated my nostrils, or perhaps I should say that his general male odor assaulted my senses. At that time, he shifted his legs and placed them between mine, which was extremely close to my private region. I became terrified at the possibility that he was awake and playing a practical joke on me.
“Jacob?” I had to confirm my suspicions to ensure that they were accurate.
“Hmmm?” He responded with a drowsy tone.
I realized with widening eyes that he had been awake the entire time! Since he was a practical joker, I smacked his arm, but he grabbed mine and dragged me to his body. I attempted to pull away from him as the proximity grew too close, but he impeded my movements.
“Jacob, no!” I tried to prevent him!
I could feel goosebumps on my skin when he whispered, “I'm so tempted right now to do something I shouldn't do.”
“Such as?”
“Such as this one,” he murmured, before invading my lips, devouring it, and rendering me incapable of rational thought.
No matter how hard I attempted to push him away, I was unable to dislodge his legs from between my thighs. When he began fondling my honeypot, I became paralyzed with fear. I feared losing myself again, just as I did the night before.
He lowered my pajama bottoms, and his hand slithered into my underwear without a peep from below. My breathing became erratic after feeling his palm on my wetness, stroking it on my clits, and gently folding it into my folds.
As he inserted one of his fingers into me, the volume of my whimpering grew. He appeared completely perplexed by my response, and his actions suggested that he was unable to resist probing every inch of my body.
“Moan for me, baby,” he instructed.
I made an arching motion toward him as the sound of my breathing drew his attention. It was inevitable that it would come out when he tried to satisfy me with his finger, and he refused to stop when I begged him to stop because I could no longer handle it.
“Is it alright, baby?” In response, I merely nodded my head while clenching the edge of my lower lip with my bottom lip.
When I first felt the beginnings of my orgasm, I screamed with joy and wailed even louder. In response, he thrust faster and deeper until I yanked him away and called his name from across the room. A few seconds later, when I attempted to regain my breath, I was unable to look him in the eyes because the intensity had subsided. Oh no... I wailed as he fiddled with my clitoris for some time.
I was powerless to stop him while his touch performed miracles on my body. The blanket I was using to conceal my lack of clothing was taken from me. He whispered, “Beautiful,” before stroking me in ways only he was authorized to do.
With my permission, he was free to do whatever he pleased with my body. “Please take me,” I begged.
He assured me, “Later, baby,” and I placed my trust in him.
I was caught off guard by the sudden removal of his own garments, and I tried to avert my eyes from his maturing physique, but I was unable to. When we felt the need to satisfy one another, our breathing became irregular.
I was immediately terrified and had second thoughts about my actions. His gaze questioned my reluctance, and I could do nothing but stare at him. I was speechless and unable to resist his seductive behavior.
To gain greater access to my moisture, Jacob shifted his position. He slowly formed a circle with his middle and index fingers on my clitoris and then released it. He stroked it in a gentle, circular motion until it became aroused, then gradually increased the speed and rhythm of his strokes until he achieved the desired level of stimulation. As I arched my back towards him, his fingers deftly moved into and out of my body.
I repeatedly pleaded with him, “Please take me,” until he agreed to my request. I mumbled “Ohhhh...,” my voice breaking with emotion.
I could only wriggle my body toward his hand when he refused to quickly embrace me in his arms. When he curled his finger within me, I again groaned and my eyes rolled back into my head, just as I was about to reach the climax of our sexual encounter. When I was about to reach the peak of my orgasm, Jacob would move his fingers away from me and touch a different part of my body, causing me to feel indescribable pleasure.
Upon observing Jacob's smirk, I moved my hand delicately toward his genital region. I was surprised to discover how hot it was on my hand. It was then that I handled it as if it were the most significant object I had ever held.
I massaged his lengthy shaft, and he did the same to my breasts. Our hands were obsessed with exploring every nook and cranny of our bodies at all times. When his hand reached my honeypot, I widened my legs and tightly closed my eyes to avoid being seen. Even as I allowed him to enjoy torturing my clitoris, I couldn't help but be concerned about when he would take me, especially since his manhood was already firm and heavy on my palm.
I informed him, “Allow me,” to which he agreed by furrowing his brows. I desired to make him as happy as he had previously made me.
It was time for me to rise and place my weight on his strong thighs. His enormous erection compelled me to kiss and adore it, which I gladly did. Prior to sucking him to massage his shaft, I touched its tip and vigorously stroked it up and down.
Jacob groaned even louder, and I enjoyed the way his body arched toward me.
I kissed the tip of his erection and drank the cumin-infused liquid dripping from it. I was tempted to do more given how enjoyable it was. I eventually lost control and began to constantly lick him.
Due to my sexual desire for Jacob, I was unable to refrain from sucking him so hard. When my tongue delighted him in ways he had never before experienced, his body temperature rose to a potentially lethal level. It captivated him, and he wishes he could have seen more. He jerked my hair up and down with his fingers.
“Bethany,” he murmured as he lifted me to my feet, mumbling the name. “Stop it immediately,” he urged.
I understood why he requested that I refrain from providing him with lip service. His respiration became increasingly irregular and labored as the day progressed. When I asked him to touch me again, he complied, and I was appreciative of his assistance.
He grasped my breast and stroked it until the excitement caused my nipples to rise. As a result, I was aroused whenever he cupped my softness and played with her nipples throughout the night, which he did multiple times.
“Please take me now,” I pleaded, and he nodded his head in agreement.
Subsequently, I writhed in agony as he attempted to shove his rigidity down my throat. Even though I was an experienced woman, I had trouble controlling my breathing as he went deeper.
In the end, he was unable to refrain from burying his erection into my body until it reached the deepest part of my body, thus breaking his vow. My eyes widened as he moved a little further away from me. When he started to move, I opened my mouth while staring into his eyes and uttered, “Ahhh...” I was forced to endure the discomfort of his large shaft until my body adjusted to it.
During the perfectly synchronized rocking motion of our bodies, I begged him to go faster and harder. The heat generated by his pushes into and out of my body caused me to excessively pant until we both reached our peak of pleasure.
“Bethany...,” he murmured as he gently nibbled the flesh on the back of my neck, causing me to become even more agitated. I whirled my hips around his hardness until he moaned with pleasure at how much he was enjoying it.
I instructed him to kiss me, and he did so without hesitation. I whispered “I'm coming” into his ear.
As he continued to thrust into me, he sucked my lower lip until I felt his sperm surge into my uterus. “Me too,” he replied, before sucking my lower lip and pressing deeper.