Page 56 of The Wife
“Trust me, Ellie. Let me do my thing.”
She moved her hand away and I brought my thumb down on her clit. It was a hard little nub and her whole body tightened like a bowstring when I found it.
“Oh, Jake. That’s it. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. So good!”
I sent two fingers inside her this time and she bucked. She was so damn wet. I tried not to think about how she felt, how she sounded. Only on what I was doing. Her breaths were coming faster, her hips were pumping. I pressed down on her clit again with my thumb.
“Jaaaaaaake.”
“Come on baby, come for me. Just let go.”
And then she did. I could feel her body jerk. The tug of her pussy squeezing my fingers. Her soft cries as the pleasure overtook her. It was unlike any other sexual experience I had ever had.
I held her as she came down from the pleasure of it. I held her as she started to cry softly. I held her until I knew she was asleep. Then I forced myself to get out of the bed and lay down on the floor next to her instead.
I did that because I liked holding her too damn much.
Soundlessly, I moved the fingers I’d used to make her come under my nose and inhaled.
I think that’s when I knew I was completely and totally fucked.
* * *
Ellie
Iwokeup feeling as if someone had taken all the joy out of the world. Wow, this sucked. I couldn’t believe people actually chose to take drugs like that if the aftereffect was this.
I guess the same could be true of drinking and a hangover. I had never had a hangover, so I couldn’t be certain.
Cautiously I looked over the side of my bed. The blanket and pillows were gone. So was Jake.
I tried to wrap my head around what happened between us and how I felt about it. It was going to be super awkward to see him, that was for sure. Also not exactly up on the sexual etiquette of what to do the day after you begged someone to make you come.
Was a thank you enough? Should I be thinking more along the lines of a gift?
What I wasn’t thinking about… Bobby.
Or at least not thinking much about him.
Truthfully, there was a certain comfort in doingthatwith Jake. Yes, this thing had happened. He’d touched me. He’d put his fingers inside me. Made me come. It was all super intense. Although in some ways it had seemed… okay. Even right.
At the end of the day, there was no one I trusted more. Who respected me more. Jake wouldn’t tease me or taunt me with my confession. He wouldn’t use what he’d done to press anything between us. He was the one who understood how powerful sex could be and why we needed to be careful about it.
I understood that better. The physical pleasure of what he’d done to me had been awesome. Amazing. I really hoped now that I’d crossed that barrier I would be able to figure out how to do it myself.
But it was the intimacy of it all, I thought, that was really profound. Feeling his arms around me, hearing his voice close to my ear. It was like he’d completely wiped away the horrible memory of what Bobby had done by replacing it with a caring and devoted Jake.
If we’d been having sex since June, when I wanted to change our relationship, and he decided at some point he wanted out of the marriage—it would be as devastating as a real divorce for me.
Which meant I needed to move forward with my plan sooner rather than later. Because knowing what it was like to be held by him, to be pleasured by him… I shivered. It was only going to get worse.
I pushed myself out of bed and forced myself through my morning ritual, much like I had through my nightly one. I needed coffee though, if I was going to work up the energy for a shower, and I couldn’t help but think the caffeine would help clear this funk I was in.
Downstairs, Jake was sitting at the kitchen table reading one of his scintillating (not—soboring) animal husbandry magazines.
“Hey,” I said, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, hesitant of what his mood would be.
Come on baby, come for me.
