The song’s coming close to its end as I spin around once more and move my hips up and down above his crotch. He growls once more as I trail my hand down his chest, towards his groin, and squeeze, finding out just how hard he is for me. He jerks against the chair, and I feel the vibration in his chest as he lets out another pained sound.
“Please,” he implores me. “You have to get me out of these cuffs.”
I could play with him a little longer—make it even more unbearable—but I feel I’ve taken it as far as I can. I smile and caress his face as the song comes to an abrupt end.
I pluck out the little key situated between my breasts as Jake watches my every move. I place my left leg in between his thighs, bringing it up to his groin. Rubbing there with my knee, I make him moan so loud that it vibrates right through me. He gives me a look as if to say, That’s enough, and I know I have to set him free.
I quickly move myself around, gently pressing my left leg against his as I turn. I let one hand free, and I think he’s going to make a grab for me, but instead he waits patiently for his next hand. My heart’s pounding against my chest as I unlock the next cuff.
Once done, I stand back and watch as he rises from the chair before rubbing at his wrists.
My heart is thrumming, and my gaze is fixed on his hungry stare. Moving back, I feel the bedpost and grab it, bracing myself for what he has in store for me. The thought has my senses running wilder than ever.
“Ana, you fucking tease. I don’t know whether to spank you or fuck you seven shades till Sunday.”
I grip the post, begging him with my eyes exactly what I want him to do. I drop the riding crop and take off the hat letting it fall to the floor. “I think I’ll settle for seven shades.”
His face morphs into the animal I know he is as he stalks towards me, picks me up, and drops me on the bed. “Seven shades it is then.”
I giggle, loving every moment, but soon the heat’s rising as he throws himself on top of me and pushes his hand between my suspender belt and down into my panties. He cocks one eyebrow, giving me a smirk once he realizes just how wet I am.
He presses his hand on my pussy and quickly registers they have buttons he can swiftly rip off. He certainly doesn’t hesitate; he rips them off in one fell swoop, making me gasp.
Thank God I shaved down there earlier.
As he presses his mouth against me, I can’t help the little whimper that escapes my lips. Sex with Jake is always this intense, but the buildup to it has lit fires I never even knew existed. I can feel how hurried he is to get inside me, and the feeling’s more than mutual. After all that foreplay, I’m more than ready.
As he places a finger inside me, I move my hips up to meet it. “You’re so fucking wet. I think I’m going to come just from the strength of that.”
I rip at his shirt and pull at him as desperation flows through my veins. “Fuck me, please.” He hears my desperation, and the same vibration beginning in his chest ripples through to mine.
“You need to keep those shoes on. You don’t know what they do to me. I nearly died when I saw you in them that night. I didn’t want anyone else to see them on you but me.”
I suddenly wish I had never gone out with them on if that was how he felt. His need for me is like a genie granting the ultimate wish. I want to please him in every way possible. Nothing else matters when I’m with him. It’s just us—alone in our big bubble of Jake and Ana—and I pray every day that it will never burst. He is my all—my everything—and these moments with him are all I will ever need and all I could ever want.
As he starts kissing my neck, any fears are quickly forgotten as my eyes roll to the back of my head in pure, unadulterated bliss. The feeling of his lips on my skin has my whole body sparking with the intensity of it. We are both desperately trying to yank at his jeans as if we can’t get them off quickly enough. I have this abrupt wish to be superwoman, so I can rip them off him with ease. We barely manage to get his boxer shorts down enough before he thrusts himself into me.
“Jake!” I cry as he flexes his hips against me again and again.
My heart is about to beat right through my chest as the tension continues to build with each of his movements. I start grabbing at anything I can reach in order to pull him even deeper inside of me.
“Jake!” I cry again.
His pounding becomes faster as the stars again begin to form all around me. My head begins to feel lighter and lighter as pure bliss takes over my whole being. I feel my body lift as I somehow rise into the heights of heaven itself, and at this moment, I am certain we are the first to ever experience this feeling.
“Oh, God!” I scream.
I’m already getting close. Any barriers around me have been knocked down by the decadent monster that is Jake. I close my eyes as I let the feeling take over. I can’t hold back any longer.
Jake screams my name and I lose control, digging my nails into his back. I’m willing him inside me more and more as I climax around him.
“Ana, fuck. You keep doing this to me,” he shouts as he grunts his release again and again. As always, I meet him there, ready to take whatever he can give me. My mind’s racing with the comedown of the most magnificent sex.
“Just when I think it can’t get any better with you, something happens to change that,” he pants. “Is it just me?” he sighs into my mouth as he kisses me.
“It’s not just you, believe me.”
He buries his head into my shoulder, and we lie there for a while trying to catch our breaths. The candlelight is dancing off of Jake’s silhouette, and I watch, simply fascinated by his beauty. In this moment, I am so happy … so deliriously happy that I never want it to end.
“Ana, I—”
“Yes, Jake?” I ask eagerly. I have a feeling that his next sentence is going to be one of the most important sentences of my life.
“I—” Suddenly, right at that pivotal moment, Jake’s phone decides to ring, effectively cutting him off. All thoughts of whatever he was about to say are now lost.
“Sorry. I have to get this just in case. You know … work?”
I nod in understanding as Jake fumbles to reach for his phone. The moment is immediately ruined by the person on the other end.
“Bennett,” he answers. “Oh, it’s you. Yes, it’s fine. Go ahead.” He is silent for a moment while he listens. “Sorry to hear that, buddy.” He nods. “Okay. I hope you feel better soon.” He waits until whoever’s on the other line finishes. “You know they will probably want to come and visit, don’t you?” More silence. “Okay. As long as you’re aware. I will give you a heads-up. Yep. We’ll talk later.” He flips his phone shut. “That was Tony.”
I wriggle underneath him, and Jake maneuvers himself off. “I take it he’s still not well then?” I ask.
He nods his head. “He says he has some sort of stomach flu. He won’t be able to make it in tomorrow. He says he should be back on Thursday, but I think the Feds will want to go to his home once they realize he’s not coming in.”
I move myself onto my stomach and prop myself up. I want to get a better look at my man.
He’s laying on his side, gently tracing one finger from my shoulder down to my back. I shiver beneath his touch.