Page 19 of The Lover
This, I thought, was going to be fun. I stopped thinking about how the lights were on and how strange this was that Jake was doing this. I stopped thinking about everything other than how good his touch felt. How much I’d missed the smell of him.
It was the reverse of that phrasedeath by a thousand cuts. Instead, Jake was giving me pleasure by a thousand touches. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them, watching the whole time what that did to my breasts. He stroked a finger through my pussy lips, barely touching my clit, which made it even hotter. Then he put that finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
Oh my.
Yes, I thought I was starting to understand. The Jake who took my virginity had been patient and sweet and endlessly giving. The Jake who was with me now in this hotel wanted to fuck.
“Get on the bed,” he told me.
I did and I watched his eyes as I spread my legs. They got really super dark. Then I watched as he impatiently took off his clothes. His pressed checkered shirt and jeans. He’d ironed everything, which meant this was important to him. That made me happy.
Finally naked, he loomed over me as he crawled onto the bed, his hips between my legs, his cock pressed up hard against my pussy.
“Tell me you can handle this, Ellie. It might be a little… rough.”
I wrapped my thighs around his waist and pressed myself against that cock, making him wet with my desire. Showing without words what I wanted. I’d been turned on since he told me what the hotel key was.
“Jake,” I said softly, whispering in his ear. “I would very much like it if you fucked me…hard.”
His head dropped down so that his forehead was pressed against mine. He reached for the strip of condoms and this time I watched as he slid it on. Then he was kissing me, his tongue pushing into my mouth even as his dick was pushing inside my pussy. It was tight and it stung again as he worked himself to the hilt, but I didn’t tell him stop.
This was no longer about me losing my virginity, or him making it easy for me or any of that.
This was about us and our bodies being together. Because I didn’t know how he felt, but for me there was a certainty about us when we were like this. Jake Talley was supposed to be inside me.
His hips started to pump, and it hurt. Then he tilted my hips higher so he could go even deeper, and that hurt. Then he started snapping his hips really hard like he had no control over it, and I reveled in the hurt. Because alongside that pain and pressure of him being inside me came the other feeling. That sense that if he just kept hitting that one spot over and over and over…
“Jake! Yes! Please!”
He growled, pumped himself harder and faster, and now I really understood the difference between what we’d done before and what we’re doing now.
This was fucking, and it was glorious.
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“Fuck yes.” I slapped her ass and she gasped. I had her on her knees, her back arched, her face shoved in the pillows catching her cries. This was the first time I was taking her from behind, and it was fucking amazing. Every time with her felt richer and deeper. Like I could get as far into her as I wanted and she would take all of it.
Her hair was spread out over her back in this honey wave.
Mine. All of it mine.
Some instinct had me gathering it in my hand. I tugged on it and it forced her head back, all while fucking her so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back my come. Then I would shoot into her and that would be amazing too.
“Jake. Jake. Stop. Stop!”
It took a second for the words to penetrate. Stop, she was telling me stop. Immediately I pulled out of her and let go of her hair.
“Shit, Ellie did I hurt you?” Shit, shit, shit. I had let myself lose all control.
She was breathing hard. I was too, for that matter. My dick was about to explode but I wasn’t doing a damn thing until she told me what was wrong.
“Ellie? Was I too rough?”
She shook her head.
“Ellie, talk to me.”
