Erotic Fiction: I’ll Always Be Yours
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“Okay, you can come in now.” I slowly turned the doorknob, stepping through the front door and towards the threshold of Jacob’s living room. A walkway was created by tea light candles, lining the path leading to a blanket spread out over the beige carpeted floor.
“Jake.” Completely stunned by this romantic gesture, all I could manage to say was his name. “Wow.”
He patted the empty spot beside where he sat, and I crossed the space between us to settle down next to him. Around us were some of my favourite foods, set out on little plates for us to snack on. Above, fairy lights were hung up along the corners of the ceiling, the soft illumination casting a warm glow around his face, a golden halo around his loose curls. I leaned forward and kissed him, overwhelmed with that giddy feeling one can only get when they’ve been taken off guard by something so romantic like that.
Jacob grinned, the sheepish smile spreading over his face. He shrugged. “I like to make you happy.”
And he did.
I reached forward to take a little canapé from the platter, nibbling into it once and finishing it off with a second bite. It was delicious, really, but I knew the food could wait. I wanted to thank him first. His lips met mine the moment I moved towards him, hand cupping the back of my head gently. Jake was — is — the most incredible boyfriend I could have ever asked for. Thoughtful, perceptive, kind, and affectionate at all the right times. He knew me like the back of his hand, our conversations as easy as counting to three.
His hand slid down my back, guiding me onto my knees and closer to him. In an instant, I was on my feet, laughing as I pulled him to stand and guided him towards the nearby couch. It was as if we were in high school again, making out on the soft cushions of his sofa, our fingers tangled in one another’s hair. Jacob put his hands on either of my shoulders and kissed my forehead once. Then my cheek. The tip of my nose. A peck on the lips. I moved into him again for another kiss, parting my lips tenderly.
The pillows were soft against my back, giving way easily as Jacob reached beneath me to lift my skirt and slowly roll off my black tights. They slid smoothly from my skin, pulling my panties along with them, and off the tips of my toes. I watched as he undid his belt buckle slowly, our eyes trained on each other until it slithered from the belt loops and dropped onto the floor. When I moved my hands to unbutton his pants, he swatted them away, playfully chiding me with a chuckle.
As his pants fell to his knees, I helped him kick them off. Our bodies were a tangle of limbs, skin to skin, as we giggled and rolled over one another. With his chest pressed against mine, I drew in a long breath; the scent of his skin was so familiar, etched forever into my mind. As familiar as everything about Jacob was — where and how he liked to be touched — each moment of intimacy between us found a way to feel exciting.
I folded my leg gently over his back, guiding his body towards mine. He kissed me again, our lips meeting the moment his finger slid into me. Slowly, he trailed it across my skin, the wetness slick against my thigh. It was a drawn-out, sensual process, his fingers preparing me for what was to come. What I was waiting for.
Jacob paid attention to my every movement. Each noise I made, each twitch of my hands, he responded to with his touch. With adjusting his speed, his depth. By the time he lowered himself into me, my heart was racing wildly in my chest, the bird-like fluttering beating at the rib cage. Jake’s mouth trailed along my jawline and down my neck, resting finally on my collarbone as he thrust in and out of me steadily. Inside of me, he stroked against the perfect spot that was leading me towards the precipice, edging my body to its tipping point.
A small cry escaped my lips, and he pulled out, bringing me back down from Cloud Nine with a gasp of air. I cursed, the word tumbling its way through a giggle.
“Do that again,” I whispered, sighing, “just like that. Please.”
