His protruding erection told me what he wanted. Nevertheless, he respected my wishes enough not to press the issue. He put some distance between us and sat on the sofa on the other side of the room. He turned on the television.
"What is it about you, Destiny?" he asked as he watched me intently. His eyes were so full of need. That baffled me.
"What do you mean, what is it about me?"
He bit down on his bottom lip. "I mean, what is it about you that has me so thrown off. I've never had a woman in my hotel room, unless it was for… you know. But with you, I'm satisfied with just watching you sit there."
"You will have to tell me tell me what it is. You're the one who invited me to your room, Jacob."
"I guess I just didn't want our conversation to end at the coffee shop. I wanted to see more of you; needed to see more of you," he said as his eyes raked over my body.
I stood up, put on the robe, and sat back down on the bed. "Well, you got to see all of me. Are you happy?" I asked, tying the robe tighter.
"Yeah…Come sit beside me," he said, patting the spot beside him. It was not a request, but an order that I followed. Once I sat down, he reached over and pulled the string releasing my bare flesh, again. He ran his fingers over my neck, admiring it as if it were a perfect sculpture. He then ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my face to his.
Looking into my eyes, he crushed his lips against mine. His other hand had a firm grip around my back. My arms flew around his neck as our tongues danced. We kissed with tension, as if we were both awaiting a release. I hadn't had sex in months, and the way he owned my lips said he hadn't felt real passion in just as long. I wanted Jacob bad and that unnerved me. I didn't like not being able to control the overwhelming feeling emerging between my thighs. I ran my hands over his body, slowly and deliberately. He pulled my hands together and placed them on my legs when I reached his stomach.
"Touch yourself," he said, moving my hands to my own lap. I obeyed, slowly moving them up to caress each of my breasts, running my hands back down my stomach and thighs. "That's enough," he said, just as I was about to stroke my hottest spot.
What in the hell am I doing? I wondered, as I looked into the most handsome face I'd ever seen. I wondered what kind of mind control this eccentric, haired, green-eyed Caucasian man had over me. He replaced my hand with his and I felt his two fingers ease deep inside of me, finding my spot, and bringing my full attention back to him. I fell back on the sofa and began to wriggle, when he intensified his strokes. "Jacob… oh… that feels good."