“Come with me…” he said, taking her hand in his. He led her to his room and closed the door behind them.
She followed without protest, wondering what he was up to. But then, she was glad for this opportunity. They hadn’t really spent any time alone in a few evenings.
Jacob cupped her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers. It was a deep, heated kiss; his tongue trailing her lips and her own slick muscle.
Tara was taken by surprise but soon melted into the kiss. She returned it with her own passion, her arms moving to encircle his shoulders and neck. She let out a pleased hum through the kiss, letting him know it was certainly to her liking.
He pressed her against the door, his hands busy with hiking her dress up past her hips. Jacob was hot and virile; he could feel his blood boil. He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them down, lifting her body to help her remove them completely.
Tara was lost in the passion. It had seemingly come out of nowhere. Her mind raced, not knowing whether to stop him or not. She didn’t want to, but she was nervous. But the excitement overrode the nervousness. She clung to him, waiting for him to take his next actions, preparing herself for whatever he may do.
The man placed her upon the bed and trailed his kisses along her neck and throat, sucking and nipping at her flesh. He unzipped his trousers and reached between her thighs, to finger her tight cunt, coaxing her sweet honey to seep from the hive.
Tara became bold herself, unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside to trail over his flesh, loving the feel of him. His attention to her neck and throat made her feel hot all over, and beneath her dress and slip, she could feel her nipples harden, brushing against the fabric. He was moving so fast. But it felt so good. She could feel the wetness coming away on his fingers from between her thighs.
His lips soon found hers once again. He felt his erection brush against her smooth inner thigh. He was hard–incredibly so–and she was ready. Jacob shifted above her as his hand guided his cock between her welcoming nether lips. He broke the kiss to brush her delicate chin and jawline with his lips, as his free hand ran across her clothed breast.
“Tara,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. Jacob clenched his jaw as he entered her. She was tight, almost too tight. He gave a few hard thrusts until he was in entirely. It was a snug fit, but not unpleasant. He kissed her neck, feeling himself throb within her.
Tara hissed in pain. She still clung to him, not wanting him to stop. When he was all the way in, he stretched and pulled at her insides, but her body conformed to him, making room for his size, wrapping around him snuggly as the pain gave way bit by bit to the lovely pleasure to be had. Tara rolled her head to the side, letting out a breath she was holding, a small sound of pleasure then leaving her. She gave a roll of her hips and found it pleasing.
Jacob instinctively brought his hips to meet hers. He was unable to hold back. He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, his lips sealing hers with a kiss as he proceeded to drive himself into her soft, warm depths. His thrusts were hard, sharp, but steady and consistent. He was a hungry animal, wanting more of what the young woman had to offer.
Tara returned his kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her into his mouth with every thrust he made. She met her hips to his, meeting him in movement, grinding her little bud against him, her body excited and pleased with the sensation of his thick cock moving in and out of her and the pressure and grinding against her clit. Her hands moved across the flesh of his back, down to his waist, feeling the power of his thrusts. He was filling her with pleasurable sensations, and her body was acting accordingly.
He grunted a bit and angled his hips to hit that little spot inside. That’s when he broke the kiss… His gaze was locked on her and the expression of pure bliss she had. Jacob rolled their bodies over, where she was on top and his hands squeezing her hips and thighs.
When he rolled them over, Tara began to rise and fall on him, using her knees to lift her up and bring her crashing back down on him. She continued to grind herself against him, panting and make soft noises. She rested her hands on his chest, using him for balance and to help in her own thrusting. She leaned over him, kissing him, her lips trailing from his down to his jaw and neck, nibbling at his ear as her gentle breath played across his skin. She sat back up again, hands firmly planted against his chest, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she pumped herself away on him, feeling that pleasurable tingle course through her.
Jacob gripped her ass, helping her move upon his dick. He eventually moved and placed her below him once again, a thin sheen of sweat forming.
With every thrust he continued to make, it grew more intense, until finally, her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, seizing up all around him before releasing into massaging waves of pleasure and bliss. Tara cried out softly, panting in her ecstasy. She continued to move under Jacob, her body wanting to ride out the pleasure and to coax him to his own release.
He held himself above her, to watch her orgasm race through her petite form. She was stunning. Jacob drove himself into her quivering depths, making his own noises of pleasure; until he finally came, his throbbing cock spilling his thick seed into her willing body. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him yet again as he panted softly against the bed sheets.
Tara rested against him, her head on his shoulder, panting softly. She felt hot and sweaty, but oh so fulfilled. When she got her breathing under control, she moved her lips to his neck, kissing him softly, rolling her tongue across his lightly sweaty flesh, tasting the salt of him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and heaved a pleased sigh against him.
Jacob rested his hands on top of her legs. He, too, was fulfilled. After a while, he reached up to stroke her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.
Tara smiled. She loved it when he did that. She moved to kiss him, softly and sweetly. She looked over at his bedside clock. “I should be getting back into the kitchen…I still have a dinner to cook for everyone…it’ll be a little late…” She murmured. “You should take a shower, refresh yourself…”
“Mm… I should,” he said, smiling against her skin. He kissed her again before rolling out from under her. He stretched his arms above his head and looked to Tara. “I’ll see you in a bit…” He leaned over to kiss her brow before standing to venture into the washroom.