Page 68 of The Wife
He closed his eyes in what I was sure was embarrassment. “You heard that?”
“Yep. Trust me, stopped listening soon after. Now if you will hold nice and still...”
I slowly dropped to my knees. Then I realized that wasn’t comfortable on the tile floor. So I got up, opened the shower door, snagged a towel from the rack to put under my knees, and tried that again. Better.
He was already hard. “Is this a morning thing?” I asked.
“No, it’s a you’re naked and your tits are jiggling in front of me thing.”
Good. I wanted it to be a reaction to me, not some biological function. It was definitely as big as I thought last night. Bigger than the dildo I bought for sure. Heavier. I reached up to stoke him in my hand and his thighs flexed.
“Show me how to do this,” I asked, fascinated by how hard it was in contrast to how silky he felt in my hand.
His head leaning back on his shoulders, he told the ceiling, “You’re doing fine on your own.”
I tugged and pulled, loving the feel of him in my hand. Loving the way his breath grew harsh.
I was working my courage up for the ultimate introduction when Jake said the dirtiest thing I had ever heard.
“Fuck Ellie, you need to suck my cock. Now.”
Wow. That was so flipping hot. I didn’t hesitate, I popped the head of his cock past my lips, in my mouth along my tongue. Taking him as deep as I could. I could feel his hand in my hair, pulling me closer until it was too much and I had to back off. But then it was just like it was last night—as soon as I eased him out of my mouth, I wanted him back in deep.
I kept bobbing my head like that, shallow then deep, shallow then deep. And his whole body was getting tighter and tighter. I could taste his pre-cum, the salt of it. It wasn’t gross at all.
Then Jake said the second dirtiest thing I had ever heard.
“I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, back off. Ellie—shit, I’m serious.”
I was too. Deadly serious. If anything I sucked on him harder. I felt the first splash of it hit my tongue. I was still doing my head-bobbing thing even as I swallowed what was in my mouth. When it was over he stepped back. I hadn’t even realized I had my fingers dug into his ass cheeks.
I could still taste him. Still feel him in my mouth. My sex was pulsing, but I thought I was still a little too sore to do anything about that. Jake was breathing heavy, like I had put him through some intense workout.
He helped me up and then he hugged me. Just that. The press of our two naked bodies squished together front to font for the first time.
For the last time.
* * *
“Come on, Jake. It’s only fair.”
“I’m not doing this with you, Ellie.”
We were sitting in the kitchen. Our appointment with Howard was in a few hours so we were relaxing until then. He was pouring me coffee and scowling at me. Considering I had only recently had his penis in my mouth, that didn’t seem right.
“Why not? Just answer the question. On a scale of one to ten how good was that blow job?”
He glared at me.
“What? I need to know how much room there is for improvement.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.”
“Uh, we’re a little past that aren’t we, Jake? Your penis, my vagina, remember?”
Then he did something unpredictable. Something I wasn’t expecting. His hand slammed down on the kitchen island and caused me to jump.
“Damn it, Ellie! This is serious. Do you get that? I took your fucking virginity. It’s mine. Now and forever. This is not some fucking joke to me.”
