The prominent arousal straining against his sweatpants was a constant testament to the impact she was having on him. In another audacious move, she traced her hands down his chest to the waistband of his sweatpants, slipped her fingers into his boxer shorts as well, and slid them off him until he kicked them onto the floor.
"This is your final opportunity to back out because if we proceed any further, I won't be able to stop," Jacob managed to utter through clenched teeth, as if the mere notion of halting was already inflicting physical discomfort.
"I don't want you to stop. I never want you to stop," she replied sincerely, craving this, craving him more than she'd ever craved anything.
"You might still be tender, but I'll take it slow, okay?"
"No, don't go slow. Just please fill me up
