“Please, Ana,” he implores. “You have to get me out of these cuffs.”
I could have played with him some more—made it more unbearable—but I felt I had taken it as far as I could. I caressed his face as the song came to an abrupt end.
I plucked the little key situated between my breasts, Jake, watching my every move. I place my left leg in between his thighs, bringing it up to his groin. I rubbed it there with my knee. He moans and gives me a look as if to say, “That’s enough.”
I quickly move myself around gently pressing my left leg against his, as I turn.
I let one hand free—which he moves towards him—but he waits patiently for the next. My heart is pounding against my chest as I let the other hand free. He rises from the chair and spins round rubbing at his wrists.
I stand there transfixed at his hungry stare. I move my hands to toward my back and grab the bedpost, bracing myself for what he has in store with me now that he is let loose. The thought has my senses running wilder than ever.
“Ana, you fucking tease. I don’t know whether to spank you or fuck you seven shades till Sunday.”
I grip the post begging him with my eyes exactly what I want him to do. I drop the riding crop and take off the hat letting it fall to the floor.
“I think I’ll settle for seven shades.”
His face morphs into the animal I know he is as he strides towards me, picks me up and drops me on the bed.
“Seven shades it is then.”
I giggle, loving every moment. He throws himself on top of me and pushes his hand between my suspender belt and down into my stocking. I’m as wet as hell. This has been the best foreplay I’ve ever had.
He presses his hand on my sex and quickly realises they have buttons he can swiftly rip off. He certainly doesn’t hesitate, he rips at it in one fell swoop.
I moan into his mouth which is now pressing against me, the hunger evident in his whole body. I feel like I’m on fire. Sex with Jake is always this intense, but the build up to it has lit fires alight I never knew existed. I can feel how hurried he is to get inside me and the feeling is more than mutual.
He places a finger inside me and I move my hips up meeting his finger.
“Ana, you’re so fucking wet. I think I’m going to come on the strength of this.”
I rip at his shirt, pulling at him, desperation oozing through my very pores.
“Jake, fuck me please.”
He hears the desperation and the same vibration through his chest ripples through to mine.
“You need to keep those shoes on. You don’t know what they do to me. I nearly died when I saw you in them that night. I didn’t want anyone else to see them on you but me.”
I suddenly wished I had never gone out with them on if this was how he felt. His need for me was like a genie granting the ultimate wish. I wanted to please him in every way possible. Nothing else mattered when I was with him. It was just us, in our big bubble of Jake and Ana, and I prayed every day that it would never burst. He is my all, my everything, and these moments with him were all I ever needed.
He starts kissing my neck, any fears quickly forgotten, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy. The feeling of his lips on my skin has my whole body a slushy mess beneath him. We’re both desperately trying to yank at his jeans as if we can’t get them off soon enough. I have this abrupt wish to be superwoman, so I could have ripped them off him by now. We barely manage to get his boxer shorts down enough before he thrusts himself into me.
“Jake,” I cry, as he thrusts again and again.
My heart is pounding through my chest as the tension builds and builds through each of his thrusts. I’m grabbing at anything I can reach—anything I can grip a hold of—so that I can pull him deeper and deeper inside me.
“Jake!” I cry.
His pounding becomes faster and faster, as the stars again are forming all around me. My head feels lighter and lighter as pure bliss takes over my being. I feel my whole body lift as I climb into the depths of heaven never felt by anyone else in the world.
“Jake!” I scream again.
I feel I’m getting close. Any barriers around me, knocked down by the decadent monster that is Jake. I close my eyes as I let the feeling take over. I can’t hold back anymore. Jake screams my name and I lose control digging my nails into his back. I’m willing him inside me more and more, as I climax all around him.
“Ana, fuck. You keep doing this to me,” he screams, as he thrusts his release again and again. As always, I meet him there, ready to take what he can give.
My mind is racing with the comedown of the most magnificent sex.
“Just when I think it can’t get any better with you, something happens to change that,” he pants. “Ana, is it just me? I can’t fucking think straight around you.”