Chapter - 54
"Guess this is where we part for the night," Seraphina said, standing in front of her house. The evening air was cool, and the streets of Ironhelm were quiet. Elara had returned to their house from the restaurant, leaving Jacob to escort Seraphina home.
Jacob nodded, his blue eyes meeting hers. "It's always a pleasure spending time with you, Miss Seraphina," he replied warmly.
She smiled, a gentle blush coloring her cheeks. "The pleasure is mine, Jacob. Thank you for a wonderful evening. It's been a long time since I've felt this... at ease."
"I'm glad to hear that. You deserve to feel at ease and enjoy yourself."
Seraphina stepped closer, her fingers lightly resting on Jacob's arm. "Jacob, can I share something with you?" she asked.
Jacob nodded. "Of course, Miss Seraphina."
She took a deep breath, "I know what you've gone through was devastating, but you don't have to carry that burden alone. It's okay to let others in. You have people around you who care, who want to support and love you. You don't have to keep suffering in silence. Just look around, Jacob. You're not alone."
Her words hung in the air, imbued with sincerity and warmth. Then, with a tenderness that took Jacob by surprise, Seraphina reached up and gently caressed his cheek, her fingers soft against his skin. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her lips were warm and tender, a gentle reminder of the kindness and support she offered.
As she pulled away, Seraphina's eyes held his for a lingering moment, her fingers still resting against his cheek, a final, meaningful look that spoke volumes. Then she turned and slipped inside her home, leaving Jacob standing there, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
Jacob made his way back to his house, unaware that the night still held one more surprise for him. As he opened the door to his room and stepped inside, he was taken aback to find Elara waiting for him, sitting quietly on his bed. She was still in the dress she had worn to their dinner.
"Elara?" Jacob asked as he moved to sit beside her. "What's wrong? Why are you in here?"
Elara stood up and took a deep breath, her hands moving to the shoulder straps of her dress. Before Jacob could fully grasp what was happening, Elara had slipped off her dress, letting it cascade to the floor.
The sight of Elara's beautiful, mesmerizing, and supple naked body left Jacob momentarily stunned. His breath caught in his throat, and it took him a few moments to find his voice again.
"Elara, what are you doing?" he finally managed to ask.
Elara took a step closer. "I love you, Jacob," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're the first man I've ever loved. You've given me so much—more than I ever imagined possible. You've changed my life, and I don't know how to repay you. All I have to offer is myself—my heart, my body, my love."
Jacob rubbed his hands over his face, struggling with his emotions. "Elara, please. I can't... I don't know how to love anymore," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow.
Elara knelt before him, her hands gently cradling his. "Let me show you," she said softly, her voice quivering with earnest emotion. "The only thing I want is to be with you, to make you happy. You don't have to do anything for me. Just let me be a part of your life. Just... let me in."
Jacob gazed down at the blonde-haired woman before him, her eyes brimming with hope. He sought words to deflect her, to push her away, but none came. Exhausted from the isolation that had long shrouded his heart, weary of the perpetual misery, he found himself yearning for the warmth and connection he had once known.
"I'm not sure I can ever be the man you deserve," Jacob confessed.
Elara placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "You've already given me more than anyone else ever has. Allow me to be here for you. Let me help you rediscover that part of yourself," she said.
"Jacob, just for tonight," Elara whispered, her voice a soft plea that tugged at his heart. And finally, Jacob's resolve crumbled.
Elara rose, her hands gently cupping Jacob's face before she captured his lips. The kiss started tenderly, a gentle brush of lips that sent a shiver down Jacob's spine. But as Elara's confidence grew, the kiss deepened. Her tongue teased and probed, seeking entrance, before slipping inside Jacob's mouth, mingling with his in a dance of passion and longing.
Jacob's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he surrendered to the moment. Elara's fingers threaded through his hair, anchoring him to her as their kiss grew more fervent. For the first time in a long while, Jacob allowed himself to feel—to embrace the warmth and connection Elara offered so freely.
Elara's hands moved with purpose, deftly helping Jacob remove his trousers and shirt. By the time their lips parted, breathless and yearning, Elara was straddling him, her moist, warm pussy teasingly grazing against his hardened length.
Jacob's hands gripped Elara's supple buttocks, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he buried his face in her neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her reminding him of the apple orchards from his childhood.
"I love you so much, Jacob. I promise I'll never leave you," Elara murmured, her voice filled with sincerity and passion. She lifted her hips, one hand guiding Jacob's cock to her dripping entrance. As she began to lower herself onto him, a gasp escaped Jacob's lips, the sensation of her warmth and tightness overwhelming.
Slowly, inch by inch, Elara descended, her moans filling the room as she took him deeper. When she finally enveloped him fully, her body shuddered with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a raw and unfiltered need that neither had felt before.
As their tongues entwined, Elara's body trembled with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She had never felt anything like this—this was her first time truly making love, and the depth of emotion and pleasure took her breath away. Her first orgasm built up rapidly, cresting like a wave as she clung to Jacob, her moans a symphony of ecstasy.
Jacob felt Elara's inner walls tighten around him, and soon his balls were drenched in her pussy juices. Her body went limp, and Jacob held her close, a tender smile forming on his lips.
"You can rest now. I'll take care of you," Jacob whispered in her ear. Elara opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a deep thrust from below, making her squeak in surprise.
He started with slow, deep strokes, savoring every moment of their connection. But soon, his pace quickened, driven by an uncontrollable need. His hips smacked against hers with increasing intensity, each thrust of his rock hard cock hammering into Elara's pussy.
Elara's body trembled with wave after wave of orgasms, her juices flowing copiously, drenching Jacob's thighs. She was utterly lost in the pleasure, her body melting into his strong embrace.
Jacob tried to slow down, to be gentle, but he couldn't. Her pussy was a perfect fit—tight, wet, and hot. He thrust into her with abandon, his grunts mingling with Elara's loud moans that echoed through the room.
As Elara reached another climax, her pussy walls tightened around Jacob's shaft, squeezing him with exquisite pressure. Unable to hold back any longer, Jacob thrust deep one final time, releasing his seed in a powerful surge, filling her womb with his love.
A few moments later, they lay intertwined under the blankets, their nude bodies pressed together. Elara's back was snug against Jacob's chest, her ass nestled against him, his cock resting against her still-leaking pussy. Jacob buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Just before Elara drifted off to sleep, she heard Jacob murmur softly, "I love you too, Elara."