“Yes, sounds good to me,” he laughs. “I completely lose it around you.” He thinks for a moment and then says, “And before I forget, don’t ever do that thing with your finger again in public.”
I quickly remember what he’s referring to and put my finger up to my lips. “What do you mean, this?”
He lets out a growl. “Yes, and stop it, or I might have to take you on the table again and where I really want you is in my bed.”
I feel like I’m walking on clouds at the moment. I’m so happy to hear that he wants me. I will not think about tomorrow, I just want to cherish this night. All the worries and the preparation for today was all worth it in the end. I got what I have always wanted. Jake.
I scoot my bottom down to move off the table when Jake raises his hand.
“Hold on a sec.”
He rushes to the toilet and comes back with some tissues and gently wipes me down. I’ve never had this before. It was kind of weird, but nice. He disappears and comes back to help me down.
“I need to ask you something.” He looks sheepish.
“What is it?”
“Are you on the pill? I know I’ve not taken care of the situation very well. I wear condoms all the time and have been ever since I got Matthew’s mom pregnant. I have always been so scared it will happen again, not that I regret Matthew at all—I love him to bits—but I was young and stupid and have always thought a baby should be made out of love. I have been wearing them without fail ever since then, just in case. With you I seem to lose all my faculties. Logic seems to go right out the window and all I see is you—and me inside you—and everything else is irrelevant.”
My heart pounds at his words. I’m not quite sure how I find my voice. He’s so beautiful, inside and out.
“Jake, don’t worry, I’m on the pill and have been for a while. I have a lot of trouble in that department, so need to take them. I have done for quite a while now.”
Understanding of what I mean washes over him.
“Trust me when I say, Jake, that I will never want to make a baby with anyone unless it is for the right reasons. Take it from someone who has been there and never wants it for their child.”
His admission of how much he wants me raises the butterflies inside me. I wanted him again. I don’t know what his speech all means, but I like it and I don’t want it to end.
“I just think I should have responsibility on my part. It shouldn’t be just up to you to sort out contraception. I should be sharing it. Sometimes the pill can go wrong.”
I stroke his arm, “I know what you mean, but it doesn’t make a difference to me, Jake. I am on the pill regardless of a relationship, but if you are that worried about it, then we can start using condoms.”
He grabs me and picks me up over his shoulder. “Jake, what are you doing?” I squeal.
“I’m taking you to my bed where you belong. Fuck the condoms. I like the feel of me inside you too much.”
He hauls me up the stairs to his bedroom and drops me on his bed. I’m giggling like an idiot now as he bounces on the bed and tickles me until I can’t breathe.
“Jake, please stop. Please!” He stops and looks into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Ana. My Ana.”
I stop breathing as he brings his head down to my neck and starts kissing it gently. My God, I think I’m going to die from the fire rising in my body.
“I want this dress off you so I can kiss every part of your body. I have been dreaming about doing that ever since that goddamn shower. Turn over.”
I quickly do as he asks and I feel him unzip me. Anticipation of what we’re about to do sending my heart fluttering again. He remembers that shower being as painful for him as it was for me. Now he knows he can take me whenever he wants.
“Now turn back,” he demands.
I do as I’m told again as he pulls one strap off one arm and then the other. He is taking his time now as he gently slides the dress down towards my feet and discards it on the floor. He then motions with his finger for me to sit up, so I gladly comply. He wraps his arms around me and unhooks my bra, letting it slide down my arms. It sends shivers down my body. He looks back at me for a moment and smiles.
“Beautiful, Ana-Lucia.”
I gasp. He knows my full name. I haven’t heard that name since I was very little.
“No one’s called me that for a very long time,” I sigh.
“I think it is a beautiful name. I don’t know why you don’t use it.”
“It's a little girl’s name,” I say.
“No, it’s a mature,” kiss, “Beautiful,” kiss, “Young lady's name,” kiss.