by Lily Harlem
It was just how it went sometimes. I’d had the time of the month, and Tess’ asthma had played up, meaning she’d often come into our bed needing reassurance.
But thoughts of Jacob’s cock in my arse wouldn’t go away. If anything they’d intensified, become obsessive—almost. So on the second Friday since he’d come home from his business trip, I steadied my gaze on his over the breakfast cereal.
“Jacob, we need to get that spare room painted before your parents come to stay next month.”
He didn’t look up from scooping Weetos into his mouth and admiring a picture Lucy had done for her teacher’s birthday.
“Sure, love, next rainy weekend we get.”
“No.” I dropped my voice to the authoritative tone I used when I really wanted to be listened to. “I think you should take Monday off. We could do it together.”
“There’s no rush, we have four weeks.”
“Four weeks will fly by.”
“Well, why don’t you start and what you don’t get finished I’ll do in the evenings. You hate doing the ceiling, don’t you?” He reached for his mug of tea.
“Jacob.” I stood from the table and clattered two bowls together. “Take Monday off. We can do it then.”
Lucy stopped chattering and looked up at me, eyes wide.
Jacob’s gaze captured mine and he slowed his chewing. “It?”
“Yes, it.” I pursed my lips, willing him to guess the hidden meaning behind my words. “It will take both of us. I really can’t manage this on my own.”
“Ah.” His mouth curled into a sexy smile. “That. Yes, of course.”
“You have three spare days of annual leave to take.” I spun round to the dishwasher and began to load it. “See if you can book Monday off when you have that meeting with Dave today.” I slotted in two crumb-coated plates.
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” He came up behind me and squeezed his groin into my arse, winding his fingers over my hipbones as I stooped. “Not much going on other than stock taking at the moment.”
I stood sharply, instantly embarrassed by the hidden meaning behind the embrace.
“So sure, I’ll book Monday off.” He pressed his lips onto my ear and tightened his fingers further. “And I’ll look forward to spending that time with you…decorating.”
* * * *
The weekend went by painfully slowly, and I was in a permanent state of arousal. It seemed Jacob was too, and we had another silent bout of lovemaking on Saturday night.
“Love,” he whispered, touching his damp brow to mine once he’d got his breath back from his orgasm. “On Monday, I…” His words ran dry.
Smoothing my hands down his hot back and feeling his cock soften inside me, I touched my nose to his. “What?”
“I’m not sure I want…”
Oh, shit, he was backing out. And I was ready, more than ready. I was desperate for it. “Want what?”
“To…you know.”
I wriggled from under him, and he flopped next to me, scooping me against his body.
“Jacob? Tell me.”
He sighed. “You know I loved our time in the alley.”
“Mmm, yes, you’ve told me several times.” My heart, having slowed slightly, now thumped away again, the threat of disappointment hanging heavy in my chest.
“Well, I know you like my forceful side when I’m talking to you or taking you hard, but—”
I gasped. “You mean you don’t enjoy doing it? Oh, shit, now I feel stupid.” Heat rose up my neck, prickling and sharp spikes of hotness.
“No, no.” He cupped his palm over my cheek. “No, not that at all. It’s fun. It’s a new, exciting part of our sex life which I never thought we would experience. I love it, it’s so hot talking on the phone and knowing I can be a caring husband and father or bad Jacob, the man who takes what he wants, when he wants.”
My heart settled—a fraction. “So? What is it? What don’t you want to do on Monday?” I blinked in the darkness and could just make out the whites of his eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do the whole masterful thing while doing that to you for the first time.” The words tumbled from his mouth as if he wasn’t in control of them.
I remained silent.
“I know I talked about it in the alley when I was in character, but here, in our home, actually doing something I’ve never done before, to you or anyone, I want it to be us, real us. Not a game. This is special.”
I reached out and touched his jawline, ran my fingertips over his stubble. “Of course,” I whispered, relieved that he still wanted to fuck my arse but had just changed the way in which he wanted to do it. “I think that sounds a wonderful plan.”
He blew out a minty breath that breezed over my cheek. “Thanks, love, ‘cause I’m just so worried about hurting you and, well, your pussy is designed for me but that, there—it’s not natural, is it?”
“It’s natural to lots of people.”
“But not us.”
“Not yet, but I’ve been preparing.”
“Preparing?”
I wasn’t going to tell him, but it seemed it would help allay his fears, so I took a deep breath. “Yes, with the plug.”
“You have again, even after that time on the phone?” His surprised voice was a little louder.
“Shh, yes.”
“When?”
“During the day, when the girls are at school and you’re at work. Twice I’ve used it.”
“And masturbated?”
“No. I’ve just lain on the bed and pushed it in, slowly, getting used to it, the size of it.”
“And have you?”
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s comfortable now, and it must be the width of two of your fingers at the base.”
“That makes me feel a little better.” There was a note of relief in his voice.
“Jacob, this is supposed to be fun, not something you should be worried about.”
He tugged me tighter and twined his legs with mine. The dense hairs on his shins tickled. “I’m not really worried, love, especially after what you’ve just told me. I just want it to be special. It’s kind of like taking your virginity again.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“I just know it’s going to be amazing for me and I want it to be amazing for you, too, and I don’t want anything getting in the way of feeling so close to you, so part of you.”
Snuggling into his neck and tucking my hands beneath my chin, I sighed into my usual sleeping position. “It will be perfect, Jacob, I just know it will, and I trust you to stop if I can’t handle it.” As I said the words I knew he was trusting me too. I would have to make it right for both of us, the way he did for me so many times.
My arsehole had a lot to live up to.
* * * *
Monday dawned grey and drizzly. The usual scramble for school had me tense and rushing. Jacob stayed in bed, at my instruction, and I plonked a cup of sweet tea next to him as I raced into the room to grab a fleece and a book.
“I’ll be back by ten-thirty. I need to call in at the chemist and the library. The books are due back today and the girls have so many out I daren’t risk a fine.”
Library fines bothered me, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why.
“Sure.” He grinned sleepily up at me. “You do that and I’ll get ready.”
I paused and twitched my brows. “Ready? I thought you were always ready?”
He smirked. “I am, but today requires extra preparation.”
I brushed my lips over his. “Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
The chemist had a long queue and I tapped my foot impatiently, willing the pharmacist to hurry. The library was quiet, but the absence of sound seemed to make the erotic images in my mind more vibrant. My anticipation more encompassing.
I was caught at every red light on the way home, and by the time I pulled into our drive my clit was buzzing, my heart racing and my a
rse cheeks had clenched so hard I was lifting from the driver’s seat.
Bolting through the front door and throwing my keys and handbag down, I was suddenly hit by the sugary scent of vanilla. I paused.
“Jacob?”
“Up here, love.”
I climbed the stairs, shrugging out of my fleece. His deep, steady voice was an aphrodisiac all of its own.
“In here.”
The scent was stronger on the landing and the air held a hint of steam. I pushed into the bathroom, following his voice.
He’d drawn the blinds, and a long row of candles stood regimented on the windowsill, their flames shivering. The golden shimmer and heavy fragrances were startling after the dull Monday morning chores. It was like being transported to another world.
Jacob sat on the side of the bath wearing just black boxers, his skin shiny and his jawline unshaven.
“Hi,” he said in a lazy, sexy drawl.
“What’s all this?”
“I want you good and relaxed and I know how a hot bath with candles and a shoulder rub makes you all pliant.”
“Pliant?” I grinned at the opportune use of one of my favourite words.
“Yes, pliant. Soft and mellow. Ready for me.”
I stepped out of my shoes and tugged down my jeans and knickers. A hot bath with a shoulder rub sounded perfect. Because even I had to admit, my muscles and tendons were tight to the point of discomfort. Not good for what we had in mind this morning.
“Mmm,” he said, eyeing my neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. “You look good on a Monday.”
I whipped off my sweater. “Don’t I every day?”
“Yeah, love, I just don’t often get to see you stripping naked on a Monday morning. It’s a treat.”
I flicked the clasp on my bra and cupped my breasts. Tweaked my nipples to hard little points as I jutted my hips jauntily.
He stood. “Get in the bath,” he ordered, his voice rasping. “While I still have the self-control to give that shoulder rub.”
Not wanting to miss out on the treat, I hopped in, faster than I should have. The temperature was lobsterpot hot, and I gasped as I sank low.
He shifted to the back of the bath, dipped his hands in the water, and set up a firm squeeze on the tendons between my shoulders and the nape of my neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said, the heat penetrating my skin as I breathed in the vanilla scent. It reminded me of my favourite cakes.
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “I want to make you feel more than nice, love. I want to make you feel like you’re flying high.”
I shifted on the base of the bath, and the piping hot water flowed into my pussy. Sighing, I shut my eyes. “Great plan,” I whispered, thoroughly looking forward to the promise of flying high.
He continued to rub and squeeze, easing knots from my shoulders and scooping water and frothy bubbles onto my skin. The steam was heavy with our desire and the quiet splosh of the water echoed erotically around the tiled walls. I began to feel dreamy, his big, firm, familiar fingers transporting me to a wonderful place where only we existed.
Eventually he lifted his calming hands and I opened my eyes to the dim light.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
The lust already pooling in my belly tugged at my pussy and clit, and my nipples peaked. I was more than ready. I’d been ready for weeks.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for his offered hand.
He urged me up, helped me out, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around my shoulders. My skin was hot and tingly, the towel super-soft, as if my senses were heightened.
I leaned into him as he smoothed his hands over my back, drying and warming me further.
“That was perfect,” I said.
Crooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head. I stared into his face, his handsome, adorable face that I knew better than my own, and felt my heart would burst with love. What we were about to do I could only do, would only do, with him.
There was only Jacob.
Our lips connected and, in a sudden flourish, he scooped me up, holding me tight against his bare chest.
I linked my fingers behind his head as he kicked the door open and marched into our bedroom.
He searched my mouth with his tongue even as he lowered me onto the bed. I explored his mouth, too, absorbing his flavour, his texture, knowing I would never get enough.
As he dipped his head to my breasts, I noticed the candles set around our room. There was a hint of vanilla in the air here too, and briefly I wondered if he’d been out and bought candles especially. James Blunt played softly on the stereo Jacob had brought up from downstairs, his voice dreamy and calming.
“Mmm, you taste divine,” Jacob whispered, nipping at my puckered areola.
I writhed for more. I wanted him to touch me all over. I was like a hot mass of wanton need infused with excitement. “Jacob,” I moaned. My patience had run dry. I needed him inside me, inside my forbidden entrance.
He must have sensed my urgency. “Turn over,” he said and nudged me with flattened palms.
I willingly rolled onto my belly.
Scooping his forearm beneath my hips, he raised me and eased a pillow, and another, beneath my body.
“Just relax and let me do the work,” he murmured, his breath warm in the hollow of my back.
“Yes, oh, yes, Jacob, please, now.”
“Patience.” He planted a hot, wet kiss on my left buttock and wound his fingers up my thighs, easing them apart so he could sit between them. “Patience, my love. Let me adore you in a way I never have before.”
I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my cheek onto the soft cotton duvet cover. This position was sexy as hell if he were about to fuck my pussy, but knowing his attention was going to be elsewhere gave it a whole new dimension. I squirmed and deepened the arch in my spine, offering my cleft up to his mouth as he kissed the globes of my arse.
My breathing quickened as he travelled the warm flat of his tongue down the crease between my arse cheeks. He kept going until he was actually licking over my puckered hole.
“Oh, God,” I groaned into the mattress. Of all the things I’d imagined, having him put his mouth there was not one of them. My face burned. Even though I’d bathed… This was all so new, so… My whole life that hole had been mine, private, just known to me. And there was my husband, licking it. Could I cope with that?
The muscles in my legs tightened on his shoulders—my little warning that I was embarrassed—but he took no notice. Instead, he firmed his grip on my buttocks and stretched them apart, exposing my most secret place some more.
Letting out a groan of part mortification, part desperation, I twisted my neck to face the other way. The sight of the butt plug, my vibrator, and a tube of lube on the bedside table greeted me.
“Jacob,” I gasped, needing to say his name as a whirlwind of thrilling images besieged me. Images of what was going to happen next. “Jacob.”
He didn’t reply. He circled and laved with his tongue, tapping over the taut wrinkles of puckered skin and smoothing over the flat flesh towards my pussy. Embarrassment left me and in its place the wetness of his mouth created a burning, furious whack of desire that seared right to the centre of my soul. This was as depraved as it was utterly glorious.
I was aware of his body heat on my back as he stretched upwards over me.
“You are simply beautiful,” he said, reaching for the plug and lube. “Thank you for being mine.” He sat back down between my legs.
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip because I couldn’t answer, the lump of emotion in my throat too hard, I groaned and shut my eyes again. His hand was on my arse cheeks, and all I could think of was what was coming next. My clit swelled and buzzed and nothing had even stimulated it yet, my breasts were tight and heavy, pressed into the bed.
Then there it was—pressure at my hole. Cool, wide pressure—it wasn’t the butt plug, it was the blunt tip of his finger.
&nbs
p; “Let me in,” he whispered. “Love, let me in.”
I willed myself to relax as he entered me. It didn’t hurt; I’d become accustomed to invasion now. It just made me impatient and eager for more.
“Oh, yes, Jacob, please, higher, touch me there. Touch me in there.”
He didn’t need asking twice. In a slippery slide he buried knuckle deep.
“Ah, yes,” I said, fisting the sheets.
“Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.”
“God, yes, so do you,” I managed on a shaky breath.
“You’re like satin, hot pillows of smooth, warm satin.” He moved his finger, stroking my internal walls.
“More,” I said. “Please, Jacob, I can take more.”
He withdrew his finger, and I chased it with an upward flick of my hips.
“Easy, love.” His voice was tight—he’d spoken in his calm voice, but I knew beneath the surface a vat of tension simmered. Sexual tension. I could just imagine how hard his cock must be.
Two lubed fingers were at my hole now, easing in. I breathed deep, braving the sting in my circle of taut muscle and then welcoming the fullness he created when again he sank knuckle deep.
“Ah, fuck, yes that’s it, your arsehole looks amazing,” he said. “It’s all stretched around my fingers.”
Releasing my grip on the sheet, I sent a hand through a space between the pillows and sought out my clit. Began to circle to a slow, steady rhythm.
“That’s it,” he said, “you work yourself while I ease out this tightness.”
Suddenly a slash of pain stung my rear hole.
“Ah, ow,” I gasped.
“Shh, it’s okay, I gotta get you open for me. My cock is wider than even the base of the plug.”
I sped up my rotations on my swollen clit and visualised what I must look like from where he sat. Arse in the air, legs spread. My fingertips fretting fast over slick folds of flesh and my anus, my gaping anus, revealing itself to him as his fingers scissored in a series of ever-widening movements.
I closed in on myself. Only sensation existed. All my thoughts and emotions, every part of my physical being was zoned on what Jacob was creating in my body.
