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onto my side, facing the phone.
Jacob’s breaths joined mine, and for a moment we took the time to calm down from our highs. I wondered what he was thinking as my clit ached and my arsehole stung. Had he come so hard and fast because of lewd thoughts about ramming his cock into my arse?
I hoped so.
He spoke then, his voice thick, back to normal. “So, you have another fantasy?”
“I do. You want to join me in it?”
“Fuck, yes. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll be careful.”
“Only if you’re sure?”
His concern touched me. “Yes, I’m sure.”
The sky had darkened further by the time we’d finished talking and said goodnight. Stars glittered, easily seen without the hindrance of clouds. I couldn’t see the moon, but the light from it brightened one corner of my view, the colour tinged silvery-blue.
I wondered if Jacob was still buzzing like me, and whether he stared out of the window at the same scene, wishing he was back here.
In bed. With me.
Tonight and tomorrow I would sleep alone, and then he would be home, as would the girls, our lives going back to normal until we made another reservation at a hotel or waited until the dead of night before we fucked. I smiled at the knowledge that our lovemaking had turned such a sharp, beautifully exciting corner, and the road ahead was littered with so many possibilities, so many avenues to explore.
I could hardly wait.
Suddenly, our sex life had got one hell of a lot more interesting.
Chapter Six
Two weeks later there was still no arse action and I was getting frustrated. Jacob and I had made love only once, missionary, in the still of the night, hoping the girls wouldn’t hear us. One ear on the door and lips pressed tight to muffle moans, we’d barely moved, barely clicked into the lovers we wanted to be. The duvet had been pulled up over his shoulders despite our hot bodies, and I’d been hyper-conscious of the slight squeaks in the mattress.
It was just how it went sometimes. I’d had the time of the month, and Tess’ asthma had played up, meaning she’d often come into our bed needing reassurance.
But thoughts of Jacob’s cock in my arse wouldn’t go away. If anything they’d intensified, become obsessive—almost. So on the second Friday since he’d come home from his business trip, I steadied my gaze on his over the breakfast cereal.
“Jacob, we need to get that spare room painted before your parents come to stay next month.”
He didn’t look up from scooping Weetos into his mouth and admiring a picture Lucy had done for her teacher’s birthday.
“Sure, love, next rainy weekend we get.”
“No.” I dropped my voice to the authoritative tone I used when I really wanted to be listened to. “I think you should take Monday off. We could do it together.”
“There’s no rush, we have four weeks.”
“Four weeks will fly by.”
“Well, why don’t you start and what you don’t get finished I’ll do in the evenings. You hate doing the ceiling, don’t you?” He reached for his mug of tea.
“Jacob.” I stood from the table and clattered two bowls together. “Take Monday off. We can do it then.”
Lucy stopped chattering and looked up at me, eyes wide.
Jacob’s gaze captured mine and he slowed his chewing. “It?”
“Yes, it .” I pursed my lips, willing him to guess the hidden meaning behind my words. “It will take both of us. I really can’t manage this on my own.”
“Ah.” His mouth curled into a sexy smile. “That. Yes, of course.”
“You have three spare days of annual leave to take.” I spun round to the dishwasher and began to load it. “See if you can book Monday off when you have that meeting with Dave today.” I slotted in two crumb-coated plates.
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” He came up behind me and squeezed his groin into my arse, winding his fingers over my hipbones as I stooped. “Not much going on other than stock taking at the moment.”
I stood sharply,
Jacob’s breaths joined mine, and for a moment we took the time to calm down from our highs. I wondered what he was thinking as my clit ached and my arsehole stung. Had he come so hard and fast because of lewd thoughts about ramming his cock into my arse?
I hoped so.
He spoke then, his voice thick, back to normal. “So, you have another fantasy?”
“I do. You want to join me in it?”
“Fuck, yes. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll be careful.”
“Only if you’re sure?”
His concern touched me. “Yes, I’m sure.”
The sky had darkened further by the time we’d finished talking and said goodnight. Stars glittered, easily seen without the hindrance of clouds. I couldn’t see the moon, but the light from it brightened one corner of my view, the colour tinged silvery-blue.
I wondered if Jacob was still buzzing like me, and whether he stared out of the window at the same scene, wishing he was back here.
In bed. With me.
Tonight and tomorrow I would sleep alone, and then he would be home, as would the girls, our lives going back to normal until we made another reservation at a hotel or waited until the dead of night before we fucked. I smiled at the knowledge that our lovemaking had turned such a sharp, beautifully exciting corner, and the road ahead was littered with so many possibilities, so many avenues to explore.
I could hardly wait.
Suddenly, our sex life had got one hell of a lot more interesting.
Chapter Six
Two weeks later there was still no arse action and I was getting frustrated. Jacob and I had made love only once, missionary, in the still of the night, hoping the girls wouldn’t hear us. One ear on the door and lips pressed tight to muffle moans, we’d barely moved, barely clicked into the lovers we wanted to be. The duvet had been pulled up over his shoulders despite our hot bodies, and I’d been hyper-conscious of the slight squeaks in the mattress.
It was just how it went sometimes. I’d had the time of the month, and Tess’ asthma had played up, meaning she’d often come into our bed needing reassurance.
But thoughts of Jacob’s cock in my arse wouldn’t go away. If anything they’d intensified, become obsessive—almost. So on the second Friday since he’d come home from his business trip, I steadied my gaze on his over the breakfast cereal.
“Jacob, we need to get that spare room painted before your parents come to stay next month.”
He didn’t look up from scooping Weetos into his mouth and admiring a picture Lucy had done for her teacher’s birthday.
“Sure, love, next rainy weekend we get.”
“No.” I dropped my voice to the authoritative tone I used when I really wanted to be listened to. “I think you should take Monday off. We could do it together.”
“There’s no rush, we have four weeks.”
“Four weeks will fly by.”
“Well, why don’t you start and what you don’t get finished I’ll do in the evenings. You hate doing the ceiling, don’t you?” He reached for his mug of tea.
“Jacob.” I stood from the table and clattered two bowls together. “Take Monday off. We can do it then.”
Lucy stopped chattering and looked up at me, eyes wide.
Jacob’s gaze captured mine and he slowed his chewing. “It?”
“Yes, it .” I pursed my lips, willing him to guess the hidden meaning behind my words. “It will take both of us. I really can’t manage this on my own.”
“Ah.” His mouth curled into a sexy smile. “That. Yes, of course.”
“You have three spare days of annual leave to take.” I spun round to the dishwasher and began to load it. “See if you can book Monday off when you have that meeting with Dave today.” I slotted in two crumb-coated plates.
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” He came up behind me and squeezed his groin into my arse, winding his fingers over my hipbones as I stooped. “Not much going on other than stock taking at the moment.”
I stood sharply,
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