Page 65 of The Wife
“Night, Ellie. Merry Christmas.”
“Night, Jake. Pretty good day today?”
“Very good day today. See you in the morning.”
I didn’t move for a while. Just sipped my champagne and waited. I had one shot at this and I figured I needed him in the right frame of mind. Lazy, comfortable, near ready to fall asleep but not quite there.
Finally I got up and followed him upstairs. I made a quick stop at my room to pick up what I needed. Then I made my way down the hall to his room. I knocked quietly even as I was opening the door.
Jake had been in bed and was just now swinging his legs to the floor.
“Ellie, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
I walked over and stood in front of him. I thought I would be more afraid, but I wasn’t scared at all.
“I have something else I want to give you. I want you to hear me out. I want you to be my first, Jake. Because you are everything you said my first time should be. I trust you. I care for you. I know you’ll be gentle with me and I just can’t imagine doing this for the first time with anyone else. Tomorrow is happening. We both know how this ends. So no chance of either of us getting more hurt. Please, Jake. Just this one last thing. For me.”
He reached out and put his hands on my hips and rested his head against my breasts. I stroked his hair because he seemed to need the comfort.
He sighed. “I can’t…”
It hurt but I guess understood.
“Not,” he finished. “I can’t not have you. Okay. Just this once.”
My heart started to pound in my chest. I held up the condom I brought and he took it out of my shaky fingers.
I stepped away from him and lifted my flannel top over my head, then quickly pushed my bottoms off and stepped out of them. No underwear, so I was naked. In front of Jake.
“You’re right,” I whispered. “It’s a little scary, but not so bad.”
He touched me then and I thought I might faint. Just his finger running along my collarbone, then down the center of my chest. He didn’t touch my breasts. He did tickle my belly button.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
If he said so.
Then he was lifting me and turning me so I was on the bed. I scrambled under the covers and I saw him bend down to get rid of his boxer briefs. I knew he wore boxer briefs because along with socks and the shoes I bought him a set of those as well.
“We’re going to take this slow.”
“Okay.”
“You sure about this, Ellie?”
“One hundred percent.”
He kissed me and that made it easier. I could focus on how wonderful that was, because the few times we did kiss it was electric. I got lost in the taste of him, the feel of him.
Then he moved closer to me. Brought my naked body up against his and oh my god!
It was amazing. His body was so warm, it was like snuggling up against this big bear. I could feel the fuzz of hair on his chest, his legs, his arms and his… dick (remember I promised never to call it by a nickname.)
Then his hand that had been holding my face slipped down and cupped my breast, and that was amazing too. He teased my nipple in a way that kind of hurt and made me bump up against his thigh. He used that thigh to hold my legs down so I couldn’t move at all. I had to just feel. His dick was pressed against my belly. It was very hard and very hot and it felt way bigger than I remembered from the towel incident.
As in, I’m not sure it was going to fit big. But I would deal with that when the time came.
For now it was all good. He kissed my neck. He slid down on the bed and kissed the tops of my breasts.
