Bought for Love(47)

That forceful persona that I’d missed so desperately was back and my core drenched instantly. Without any hesitation, I reached under the short cotton dress I wore and slid the scrap of silk down my legs, tossing it aside, before lying back down.

I turned to face him, and he turned me back away. He maneuvered my body so I was laying on my side, and lifted one of my knees up toward my chest. Without wasting any time, he placed his hand over my hip, and slid down between my now shaved sex, his fingers caressing me passionately.

God! I’d missed having his hands on me, and was so wet his fingers had no trouble slipping inside and stroking the inner walls of my vagina until I was panting. I was so close to coming when he pulled back those magical digits, I whimpered in disappointment.

He fidgeted behind me and then the hot warmth of his cock caressed my folds from behind. “I’m going to take this slow, baby. If I hurt you, tell me immediately.”

He meant exactly what he said as he inched that beautiful shaft inside me with such care that I felt my body stretch to accommodate him with each move forward. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.”

With more patience than any man should have he slowly began making love to me. It felt so incredible after having refrained from this so long, and I pressed back against him trying to make him increase his pace. I wanted more. He gripped my hips firmly and he pushed deep inside, stilling.

“Don’t do that again. You take what I give and nothing more, understand me?”

I wanted to argue but he slowly began thrusting inside my body again, and I had no choice but accept his solid grip on my hips. It wasn’t enough. There was no contact with my clit this way and each stroke felt great, but also lacking the intensity I needed. “Jack!” I whimpered as he continued at that laidback pace making me want to scream in frustration.

He pulled out slowly, and then shocked the hell out me when his hand landed smartly on my ass. “Hush.” That smack did something incredible to my body because when he slid back in, it felt even better than I could ever imagine. I moaned in appreciation.

“I know what your body needs, my greedy little girl. But you’re not coming until I do, so just,” he pulled out slowly all the way, then plunged back in with a little more gusto, “Take. What. I. Give.”

He increased his rhythm and I stopped fighting his will. Only then, did his hand leave my hip. Those fingers of his slid over my clit, and he pumped harder as he pinched. “Come now baby.”

He didn’t have to ask again, my body flooded with a pleasure that left me breathless as he found his release simultaneously. Long moments later, He softened inside me, but kept us connected.

“I’ll always know what you need, Emily.” Wrapping his arm around my waist gently he snuggled his face into my hair.

“You always have, Jack,” I whispered the words in reverence. My sweet, control freak. How could I deny him anything, when everything he did made me feel like a pampered queen?





chapter Fourteen





Labor of Love


Our lovemaking was pretty tame over the next eight months, but I had no complaints. Some of the toys still ended up in our bedroom, but Jack was so careful with me these days that he thought out everything we did.

Since my due date had arrived, and passed by a week we were told to refrain from any sexual contact, though. I really wanted to slap the doctor for that order, because I knew Jack wouldn’t go against her requests. To be honest, though, I felt like a beached whale at the moment, and although Jack was inventive with his techniques, I couldn’t imagine finding pleasure even if we had made love. I was more than uncomfortable. To the point that walking had become almost a chore.

With that discomfort, I became moodier than ever. Jack and I were getting ready for bed and I was griping about how swollen my ankles were. He took it all in good stride, which made me want to punch him in the face. I didn’t say my logic made any sense.

“The sooner this thing is out of me, the better.” I knew he hated it when I said things like that, but I was tired of him being so understanding. Just like he had in the beginning, Jack had mellowed considerably when our due date came and went, letting me be as bitchy as I pleased.

“How do you think the baby feels hearing you speak that way?”

I finally slipped into bed, after much effort and scoffed. “If Junior wants to complain he needs to pop out and tell me himself.” We still didn’t know if Junior was a Juniorette because we decided not to learn the sex. Jack was convinced it was a she, and I believed otherwise. He couldn’t be right about everything!

“She’ll come when she’s ready.” He adjusted himself in bed, and laughed softly. “I’d say her hotel room is pretty amazing. I never want to leave it when I check in.”