“I think he just needs the little boy’s room. He’ll be out in a bit.”
“We are going to say our goodbyes now and head off, but I’ll wait for Jake before we go.”
I gave Alison and Mike a kiss on the cheek and excused myself to go into the kitchen to start cleaning up. I’m gathering all the paper plates when Tony walks in.
“I’m going off now, too. I just wanted to say—”
At that point Jake comes bounding in through the door and Tony quickly shuts up.
“Did you have a good time, Tony?”
I know Jake doesn’t give a damn if he has or not. He just wants him out of his kitchen and away from me.
“Yes sir, thank you. I was telling Ana I was leaving.”
“Ok, great. We shall see you next week then, yes?”
At that point I felt quite sorry for Tony. Jake is definitely being alpha male and showing him who's boss.
“I’ll show you out,” Jake says, motioning to the door.
Tony comes and kisses me on the cheek, which makes Jake clench his teeth together.
“Call me anytime. I’ll see you soon.”
I say my goodbyes and Tony along with the remaining guests, head out the door.
I’m just finishing stacking the dishwasher with glasses when Jake walks in. Standing near the table with a dishcloth in my hand, I’m frozen to the spot. For a few seconds nothing is said, just the same intent look in his eyes I see time and time again. His face turns predatory as he heads straight for me. Before I know it he has grabbed me and his lips head straight for mine in a ferocious embrace. He runs his hands through my hair and starts kissing the side of my neck.
“Oh, Jake,” I moan.
He lifts me up onto the table and my dress rides up.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this moment. I never want to wait this long again,” he whispers.
I’m frantically trying to unbutton his jeans and I rip at his shirt. He growls in my ear and then I hear the tearing of another pair of panties being ripped apart from me. He puts his hand down on my sex and enters one finger inside me. I gasp.
“So wet for me, Ana. So ready for me.”
“Always,” I stutter back.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been for me ever since I knew you felt the same way I do. It’s always been painful for me before, but since your drunken confession it’s been unbearable.”
I wonder what he means for a moment but then he kisses me again and reaches up to my clit to stroke it. All my thoughts forgotten. I go wild at his touch and I feel I’m going to fall apart with a climax any moment.
“Don’t come yet, Ana. I want to feel you around me. I love the way you feel.”
My head is spinning and the urge to feel my release is palpable.
“Please, Jake. Please.”
I hear a slight laugh when he releases his hand and he quickly thrusts his throbbing erection deep inside me. I gasp aloud.
“Shit, Ana. You’re so tight.”
He moves gently and it’s killing me. “Faster Jake, faster,” I demand.
I’ve been waiting so long for him to take me hard ever since that wall. I need it like my lungs need fresh air.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Ana, and you’re going to make me come quick.”
“Jake, please. Just fuck me!”
With that he spurs on, letting it be known just how fast he can fuck me. I’m starting to see stars as I know my climax is near building and building. A moan escapes me as I can feel myself tightening around him.
“I can feel you’re close. You need to come for me, Ana. Now.”
I lose control at his command and I’m screaming his name.
“Fuck, Ana.”
Jake seems to be racing faster still as my body is convulsing around him. It’s not long before Jake makes a glorious guttural sound as he finds his own release. I feel his hot cum inside me and the feeling is exquisite. Words fail me how anything can be as good as this feels right now. This is my version of heaven right here.
We are lying on the table panting, trying to calm down from the massive high of the most amazing animalistic sex. Before I can stop myself the words are out, “Please don’t leave me this time.”
His understanding sinks in as he answers. “Ana, I told you, I can’t leave you alone anymore. I can’t stay away, your pull is too much,” he breathes in my ear.
“Really, you’re not going to fight me?”
“No, I can’t do it anymore.”
He lifts himself off me—feeling the loss of his skin on mine—and he quickly pulls his trousers up.
“Sorry about your panties. I seem to be making a habit of this. I’ll have to buy you some more.”
“You mean more rippable ones?” I ask, with a cheeky grin.