Take a Breath(49)

“You know I think it will look like a Tsunami hit your bathroom when we get out.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the bathroom floor, not if you’re going to make me come like that all the time,” he huffs.

I gasp. “Now Jake, you watch your little potty mouth. You’re a very naughty boy and I think your mother should have spanked you more often when you were a child. Maybe then, you would be more respectful.” I give him a teasing grin.

“Jake does not receive a spanking, Jake gives the spanking, remember?”

He raises that eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes at him.

“Now, Miss Sinclair, you didn’t just roll your eyes at me then did you? Because if you did, then I may have to start my tickle fingers again.”

I jerk back, “Tickle fingers? No, no of course not Jake. I would never roll my eyes at you.”

He studies me a moment. “I thought not,” he finally says. Now turn around. I’m going to sponge your back.”

I do as I ask, but firm arms are gripping me and helping me round anyway. I feel his jerky movements as he is reaching for a sponge and grabs the soap.

“I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this.”

I laugh and say, “And I’m the one on the receiving end. I guess we’ll both be happy. No one has ever bathed me before.”

“You must have been bathed as a child,” he asked, shocked.

I can feel the sponge now as the liquid oozes over me. It feels so relaxing.

“Well, yes, that goes without saying, but not with this level of intimacy.”

I roll my head back. “This feels so good,” I sigh out.

“Don’t, Ana. You’ll get me hard again and I want to take my time with you. I don’t want you to think that I just want you on my cock every fucking five minutes. I just can’t help myself round you. I know I keep saying it, but it’s true. Let’s talk about something other than us having sex, cos I can feel myself twitching again.”

I slide myself down a bit and find that he is telling the truth.

“Little fella wants to come out and play again.”

“Fuck, Ana, stop… Hey, what do you mean, ‘little’ fella?”

I start laughing hard. Typical male ego.

“You’re impossible, Jake Bennett, but I love—”

Oh shit, don’t say it. I nearly said. I can’t say it and spoil everything.

“I love spending time with you.”

Phew, nicely saved there I think. The only problem is, I have my back to him, so it’s hard to gage his reaction. I sit in silence as I wait for him to say something and I’m consciously aware I’ve stopped breathing for a moment.

The silence is killing me so I blurt out, “Tom thought I was gay.”

What I didn’t realise is that Jake was sipping some champagne at the time, and it has now gone all over my back.

“Shit, sorry Ana. He said what?”

He washes the sprays off my back and hands me my glass, so I can take a sip. Oh dear, now what?

“Oh shit—”

“Mouth!” he grunts.

I sigh, “Oh for fuck's sake.”

I couldn’t help that one. It just slipped out. I feel him go rigid as he grabs my arms and pulls me down onto him—holding me on for dear life. My breath is forced out of me as my adrenaline spikes. What is he going to do? I can feel he is still semi erect and it gets the fire between my legs going. Again.

“I’m going to let that one slide as I am more intrigued about why Tom thought you were gay. But if you ever swear like that to me again, I will put you over my knee and spank your bottom so hard, you won’t be able to sit on it for the rest of the day. Do I make myself clear?”

His hot breath is close to my ear and my chest is heaving. My breasts suddenly become very swollen and my nipples erect just on his barrage of words. I moan out a “Yes.”

He lets go of my arms, but I am lying against him still. I don’t want to move. He brings the sponge forward, dips it in the water and starts caressing my breasts with the sponge. I cry out. God, I want him all over again. When is enough, enough?

“Now, you’re going to tell me now what Tom said to you.”

I moan again, “Can’t we just—”

He moves the sponge down to my sex and starts rubbing it there. I cry out, “Can’t we just… oh God, Jake, please.”

He stops rubbing. “No, not until you tell me.”

He moves back to my breasts and my throbbing pussy is feeling the absence of his touch. I can feel just how aroused he is also, but he seems to holding on to some relevance of control. I just want to grab him and push his beating cock inside of me all over again.

“Because… agghhh!” I yell.