Take a Breath(35)

“Are you okay, Ana? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, “No, Jake. Please, go on.”

He pushes himself in deeper and pulls out, then pushes in a little more. I’m already over how sore I am as his relentless power of this cock is pushing and pushing. He bends down and sucks on my nipple and proceeds to grind himself into me, flexing his hips around and around. I can feel his body pressing and rubbing against my clit, and with the sensation of his cock, I’m already nearly over the edge again.

“That’s right, Ana. This is where you belong, my hard cock inside your tight pussy. My pussy. Come for me, Ana.”

As if on cue with his command again, I come screaming his name, as the orgasm is still going on and on. He is now pounding harder and harder into me, until finally he finds his own release and lets out a delicious sound as he falls on top of me.

We lay there for a while our breathing laboured as we try to calm down from our high.

“I think I may have found my vocation.”

“Oh, and what might that be, Mr Bennett?” I laugh.

He pulls his head up to my face and stares at me with those blazing green eyes.

“Being inside you, Ana. Feeling you around my cock, it’s like you were meant to have me. A perfect fit.”

My eyes glaze over and a tear drops down the side of my face. He gently wipes it away.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I know, Jake,” I sigh. “But you don’t know how long I have waited for you, waited to hear you say those words to me.”

He tenderly strokes my hair. “It’s not been easy for either of us,” he sighs.

He rubs the tip of his nose against mine and I suddenly feel the loss of his body on mine.

I think back to Mike’s words. “He’s not a predator and his intentions were always honourable towards you. I could only imagine he wanted just to be with you—protect you—even if it did torture him in the process.”

I see Jake standing up, sliding his boxer shorts on and I pout. He looks over and starts laughing.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He suddenly looks a little cross. “Well someone has to feed you, Ana, as you’re obviously not doing it yourself. I’m going to make some breakfast, but if you have something in mind I’d rather you tell me first.”

I think for a minute and soon come up with something. I am hungry, very hungry.

“I think I will have the Jake special please with extra tongue lashings on the side.”

I give my sweetest innocent expression I can muster and flutter my eyelids at him. He laughs and heads out the door.

“I will give you plenty of that, Ana, don’t you worry about that. But for now, you need to eat.”

He makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen and I suddenly realise how much I need to use the toilet. I get up quickly, a bit too quick as I have to sit myself back down. Head rush. Maybe I do need to eat.

I use the bathroom and wash my hands. I check the time and realise it’s already 10:30am. I quickly rush to my room to get one of my pills. I certainly can’t forget to take these now, especially after my little speech last night. I grab my toothbrush and phone on the way out and light it up. I have 3 text messages. I open the first as I proceed to brush my teeth. It’s from Jessie.

‘How are you getting on, Missy? Spill the beans? I feel like a freak in this pissing dress. Can’t wait for later when Jerry peels it off me! The wedding went well and the family loves Jerry. Did you knock the mystery man’s socks off?xx’

I completely forgot about Jessie with everything that has been happening. I check the time the text was sent and it was 8:30pm. I look at the second one sent at 11pm from Tony.

‘Ana, we really must talk there is so much I want to say. I could make you happy if you give me a chance. Please call.xx’

Poor Tony. I really did lead him on last night and it’s not fair on him. I will need to speak with him, but I’m not sure what else I can say that hasn’t already been said. I check the third one sent at 10am this morning. It’s from Jessie again.

‘Ana, where are you? Is everything ok? I didn’t hear from you last night.xx’

After brushing my teeth I sit down on Jake’s bed and decide I must reply to Jessie’s text, but not sure how to word it.

‘Hi Jessie, I’m glad all went well last night. Everything went well with me, too!! See you next week.xxx’

It’s not the best of text messages, I know, and she will be pretty pissed at how little it gives away. As if on cue my phone rings and I answer.

“Jessie, hi.”

She sighs, “Don’t Jessie hi me. What’s been happening? I want to know. Did you get laid last night?”