Page 67 of The Wife
Until I needed something else. Something more.
I let go of his arm and cupped his ass cheek and tried to push him deeper. He groaned and his head fell back and then his hips started to move a little faster. Yes, that was it, that was what I needed. It kept building and building and it was different than when he had his mouth there—this felt like it was coming from inside me.
“Jake!!!”
And then it happened, this incredible pleasure/pain/pleasure that I couldn’t stop. My whole body shattered apart and it was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
Then I felt his hips snapping against me hard. He was so deep inside me. His breath was harsh against my ear. It was all so animalistic.
“Fuck! Ellie,” he shouted even as he continued to thrust into me.
Then he was dropping on top of me and it felt as if Petunia had just landed on me. Still, I wasn’t moving. Instead, I stroked his sweaty back and squeezed around his middle with my thighs.
After a minute he lifted his head. “You okay?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He laughed and slowly disengaged his body. Then he got up, to deal with the condom I figured. It was weird. Like suddenly I was empty without him. I was sore and achy but I wanted him back. Inside me.
He came back and I wasn’t exactly certain what to do. Should I get dressed and go back to my room now that the deed was done? But he settled the matter by climbing into bed and wrapping his arms around me, bringing my back up against his chest. His head on the pillow next to mine.
“Jake…on a scale of one to ten, that was an eleven.”
He squeezed me and I couldn’t help the tears that came. But he didn’t seem to mind.
Sixteen
Ellie
Iwokeup to hear the sound of running water. It was disconcerting and even more so because I was in a strange bed.
A strange bed that smelled like Jake.
I felt the smug smile creep over my face. That’s right. I got good and fucked last night by Jake Talley. (And no, I was not going to think about how this used to be my father’s bed because that was a little gross and I wasn’t thinking about my dad at the time so it was okay.)
The running water was the shower and suddenly it occurred to me it was morning and we were going to be getting divorced in a couple of hours. I had a few more things on my sex list I wanted to do before we called it quits.
I bounced out of his bed and ran down the hallway to my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Because minty breath was important.
Then I jogged, completely naked—so weird—back to his room, hoping he was still in the shower. He was.
I opened the bathroom door and I saw him behind the glass pop his head up.
“I got to do things last night,” I said. “But I really didn’t get to see a lot. I think it’s only fair.”
He was assessing me. Wondering what kind of mental state I was in right now. Was I going to cry and say I changed my mind about everything because we’d had sex?
Or was I going to proceed as planned?
Then he stopped assessing me and started looking at me. Wow. That was a look I could get used to. I shivered and my boobs shook and that seemed to decide him.
He slid the glass door open and stepped back. I stepped inside and closed the door, letting the hot water hit my back.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Jake. You’re very handsome and built and I would love to take the time to study your body, but right now I’m mostly interested in your dick.”
He huffed out a laugh. “As long as you call it by what it is.”
“Right. Not going to call it a peen.”
