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Authors: Natalie Dae, Lily Harlem
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instantly embarrassed by the hidden meaning behind the embrace.
“So sure, I’ll book Monday off.” He pressed his lips onto my ear and tightened his fingers further. “And I’ll look forward to spending that time with you…decorating.”
* * * *
The weekend went by painfully slowly, and I was in a permanent state of arousal. It seemed Jacob was too, and we had another silent bout of lovemaking on Saturday night.
“Love,” he whispered, touching his damp brow to mine once he’d got his breath back from his orgasm. “On Monday, I…” His words ran dry.
Smoothing my hands down his hot back and feeling his cock soften inside me, I touched my nose to his. “What?”
“I’m not sure I want…”
Oh, shit, he was backing out. And I was ready, more than ready. I was desperate for it. “Want what?”
“To…you know.”
I wriggled from under him, and he flopped next to me, scooping me against his body.
“Jacob? Tell me.”
He sighed. “You know I loved our time in the alley.”
“Mmm, yes, you’ve told me several times.” My heart, having slowed slightly, now thumped away again, the threat of disappointment hanging heavy in my chest.
“Well, I know you like my forceful side when I’m talking to you or taking you hard, but—”
I gasped. “You mean you don’t enjoy doing it? Oh, shit, now I feel stupid.” Heat rose up my neck, prickling and sharp spikes of hotness.
“No, no.” He cupped his palm over my cheek. “No, not that at all. It’s fun. It’s a new, exciting part of our sex life which I never thought we would experience. I love it, it’s so hot talking on the phone and knowing I can be a caring husband and father or bad Jacob, the man who takes what he wants, when he wants.”
My heart settled—a fraction. “So? What is it? What don’t you want to do on Monday?” I blinked in the darkness and could just make out the whites of his eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do the whole masterful thing while doing that to you for the first time.” The words tumbled from his mouth as if he wasn’t in control of them.
I remained silent.
“I know I talked about it in the alley when I was in character, but here, in our home, actually doing something I’ve never done before, to you or anyone, I want it to be us, real us. Not a game. This is special.”
I reached out and touched his jawline, ran my fingertips over his stubble. “Of course,” I whispered, relieved that he still wanted to fuck my arse but had just changed the way in which he wanted to do it. “I think that sounds a wonderful plan.”
He blew out a minty breath that breezed over my cheek. “Thanks, love, ‘cause I’m just so worried about hurting you and, well, your pussy is designed for me but that, there —it’s not natural, is it?”
“It’s natural to lots of people.”
“But not us.”
“Not yet, but I’ve been preparing.”
“Preparing?”
I wasn’t going to tell him, but it seemed it would help allay his fears, so I took a deep breath. “Yes, with the plug.”
“You have again, even after that time on the phone?” His surprised voice was a little louder.
“Shh, yes.”
“When?”
“During the day, when the girls are at school and you’re at work. Twice I’ve used it.”
“And masturbated?”
“No. I’ve just lain on the bed and pushed it in, slowly, getting used to it, the size of it.”
“And have you?”
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s comfortable now, and it must be the width of two of your fingers at the base.”
“That makes me feel a little better.” There was a note of relief in his voice.
“Jacob, this is supposed to be fun, not something you should be worried about.”
He tugged me tighter and twined his legs with mine. The dense hairs on his shins tickled. “I’m not really worried, love, especially after what you’ve just told me. I just want it to be special. It’s kind of like taking your virginity again.”
“Yeah, I
“So sure, I’ll book Monday off.” He pressed his lips onto my ear and tightened his fingers further. “And I’ll look forward to spending that time with you…decorating.”
* * * *
The weekend went by painfully slowly, and I was in a permanent state of arousal. It seemed Jacob was too, and we had another silent bout of lovemaking on Saturday night.
“Love,” he whispered, touching his damp brow to mine once he’d got his breath back from his orgasm. “On Monday, I…” His words ran dry.
Smoothing my hands down his hot back and feeling his cock soften inside me, I touched my nose to his. “What?”
“I’m not sure I want…”
Oh, shit, he was backing out. And I was ready, more than ready. I was desperate for it. “Want what?”
“To…you know.”
I wriggled from under him, and he flopped next to me, scooping me against his body.
“Jacob? Tell me.”
He sighed. “You know I loved our time in the alley.”
“Mmm, yes, you’ve told me several times.” My heart, having slowed slightly, now thumped away again, the threat of disappointment hanging heavy in my chest.
“Well, I know you like my forceful side when I’m talking to you or taking you hard, but—”
I gasped. “You mean you don’t enjoy doing it? Oh, shit, now I feel stupid.” Heat rose up my neck, prickling and sharp spikes of hotness.
“No, no.” He cupped his palm over my cheek. “No, not that at all. It’s fun. It’s a new, exciting part of our sex life which I never thought we would experience. I love it, it’s so hot talking on the phone and knowing I can be a caring husband and father or bad Jacob, the man who takes what he wants, when he wants.”
My heart settled—a fraction. “So? What is it? What don’t you want to do on Monday?” I blinked in the darkness and could just make out the whites of his eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do the whole masterful thing while doing that to you for the first time.” The words tumbled from his mouth as if he wasn’t in control of them.
I remained silent.
“I know I talked about it in the alley when I was in character, but here, in our home, actually doing something I’ve never done before, to you or anyone, I want it to be us, real us. Not a game. This is special.”
I reached out and touched his jawline, ran my fingertips over his stubble. “Of course,” I whispered, relieved that he still wanted to fuck my arse but had just changed the way in which he wanted to do it. “I think that sounds a wonderful plan.”
He blew out a minty breath that breezed over my cheek. “Thanks, love, ‘cause I’m just so worried about hurting you and, well, your pussy is designed for me but that, there —it’s not natural, is it?”
“It’s natural to lots of people.”
“But not us.”
“Not yet, but I’ve been preparing.”
“Preparing?”
I wasn’t going to tell him, but it seemed it would help allay his fears, so I took a deep breath. “Yes, with the plug.”
“You have again, even after that time on the phone?” His surprised voice was a little louder.
“Shh, yes.”
“When?”
“During the day, when the girls are at school and you’re at work. Twice I’ve used it.”
“And masturbated?”
“No. I’ve just lain on the bed and pushed it in, slowly, getting used to it, the size of it.”
“And have you?”
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s comfortable now, and it must be the width of two of your fingers at the base.”
“That makes me feel a little better.” There was a note of relief in his voice.
“Jacob, this is supposed to be fun, not something you should be worried about.”
He tugged me tighter and twined his legs with mine. The dense hairs on his shins tickled. “I’m not really worried, love, especially after what you’ve just told me. I just want it to be special. It’s kind of like taking your virginity again.”
“Yeah, I
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