Always and Forever (35 page)

“You like that? We haven’t even started yet.” He teases me

His tongue persists in teasing me by circling around my
nipple. He repeats this action over and over again, it feels incredible but all
I really want is for his mouth to latch onto me. His left hand makes its way to
my other breast, massaging and squeezing it between his fingers. His touch is
firm and strong, his forceful grip heightening the passion between us. I start
to grind my hips against him, delighting in the fact that I’m making him even
harder. He’s straining against his boxers to be inside me and the thrill of
this is intoxicating.

“I can feel how badly you want me. I’m all yours, Jake. You
can take me.”

“Bethany, the things you do to me.” He growls, harshly
squeezing my breasts.

I’m taken by surprise when he takes my whole nipple in his
mouth, sucking on it with so much agility and expertise. It’s easy to become
lost in the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain. He’s so attentive in his
task; his mouth is locked so tightly around my breast, I’m sure I’ll be bruised
afterwards. It’s as though he’s claiming me for his own, he’s making me his and
I’m more than willing to give in to him.

“Jake, please don’t stop.” I plead with him.

 “Wow, I love to hear you beg.” He whispers in my ear,
gently biting on my earlobe.

To illustrate his point, he doesn’t return his attention to
my nipple right away. He blows cool air over it, making me squirm and writhe
about in ecstasy.

“Touch me again, Jake. Please.”

“That’s right, baby, beg me for it. I might just give you
what you want.”

 His focus moves over onto my other breast and his
hand starts to massage the one his lips were fastened on just a moment ago. My
nipple is already tender and swollen from his persistent suckling but I find
myself relishing in the feeling. I want him to mark me, I want him to own my
body and make it his in every way that is possible. Everything about Jake astounds
me; he makes me feel alive, bringing me so much joy and exhilaration. He is my
addiction; I need him like I need the air that surrounds me to breathe. He
consumes my every waking thought and I can no longer remember a time when I
could live without him. I should be terrified, I should run in the opposite
direction but I won’t. I don’t desire a cure; I don’t want that magnetic pull
to break.

“I love you, Jake.” I moan, running my fingers through his
hair.

“Baby, I need to know what you taste like.” He’s panting
and breathless but he looks up at me with an expectant gleam in his eye.

I know exactly what he means and I nod my head, giving him
the silent confirmation he was after. I can scarcely believe what I just gave my
consent to, I don’t know what it will feel or if I’ll even like it but my whole
body is tingling in anticipation of what’s to come. I feel euphoric and
extremely powerful. Jake is in complete control and yet he somehow manages to
make me feel like I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who’s calling the shots.

He gives me a triumphant smile before turning his attention
back to my breasts. He takes them in his hands and pushes them together,
creating a false cleavage in the process. I watch in fascination as he drags
his tongue in between them, provoking a string of sexual sounds to escape my
lips. He chuckles to himself at my outcry and continues his journey down my
stomach. When he reaches the top of my panties, he looks up at me to see if I’m
ok. I bite my lower lip, wanting him to know how badly I need him to carry on.

He slips his fingers underneath the material, gently
sliding them down my thighs and leaving me completely naked. His eyes roam over
my body, absorbing every single detail. His burning intensity for me radiates
from his gaze, leaving me flushed and excited.

“My God, you’re exquisite. You’re stunning, Bethany.”

He kneels before me, a look of reverence and devotion on
his face and I close my eyes, wanting to conceal my discomfort his adoration
brought me. I’ve never found myself particularly beautiful; women always find a
flaw within themselves that they would change if they could.

His lips tenderly kiss along my inner thigh, causing my
body to jerk in reaction to the unfamiliarity of being touched so intimately.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just too sensitive.” I stutter.

I’m so humiliated, the first time he touched me down there
and I flinched away from him.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. I want you to respond to me.” He
smiles broadly, reminding me of his capability.

“It’s just that all of this is so new to me, I want to get
it right but I have no idea what I’m doing!” I wail.

“Shh, there’s no right or wrong here. You have no idea what
you’re doing to me. Yes, I’ve been with people before but never like this. It’s
never been important to me before you and this is just my way of showing you
what you truly mean to me and how much I love you. I’m just as nervous as you
are, probably even more so because you are without a doubt the most
astonishing, beautiful girl to ever grace my existence.”

 I prop myself up on my elbows so I can see him
clearly and for the first time I consider the possibility that this moment is
just as monumental for Jake as it is for me. He opens his heart to me with such
sincerity and honesty, how could I undermine the great importance Jake would
place upon tonight? Yes, he’s had sex before but never with someone he actually
cares for. I’ve always believed myself to be a fairly average sort of person.
I’m nothing extraordinary and nothing spectacular, just me. Yet here I am,
lying naked and exposed in front of this divine human being and he’s the one
telling me I’ve changed his life. I will never tire of hearing him confess his
love for me but once again I’m rendered speechless by him, feeling inadequate
and insufficient in his presence.

“Make love to me, Jake. I trust you.”

I lie back down and try to relax my body. I feel Jake’s
hands hold my hips in place and my legs apart. This time I won’t be able to
wriggle away, I’m firmly in place and held in place by his strong hands. Just
like before, Jake’s lips start by trailing kisses down my inner thigh. He keeps
my legs spread wide as his tongue finally tastes me. I’m unable to move, my
lower body is pressed firmly into the mattress and all I can do is lie back and
enjoy the unimaginable, something I was certain I’d never get to experience.
His warm breath and the heat of his mouth is enough to make me tremble and
shake uncontrollably. His fingers continue to grip my thighs, making sure they
stay wide open for him. He needn’t bother; of their own accord my legs fall
apart, desperately seeking his approval and gratification.

“That’s it, baby. Let me see you.”

I glow with pride at the sound of his encouragement. I’m
stretched out in front of him, brazen and without shame, no longer afraid or
self-conscious. I want this man and I want to please him. I want to give myself
to him; I want him to take from me what can never be returned.

He buries his head between my thighs, making it obvious how
much satisfaction he’s getting from this. I inhale sharply when his tongue
plunges deep inside of me. I can feel him bruising the soft skin on my thighs,
his grip unyielding. I can scarcely move an inch; we’re bound together as he
continues to make love to me with his mouth.

“
Fuck
, Bethany. You taste
incredible. You’re
so wet for me already; you want this just as much as I do.”

Upon hearing this, I start to move my hips in time with
Jake. He continues to ravish me with so much enthusiasm, plundering his tongue
inside over and over again.

“Jake!” I pant, gasping for oxygen, frantically thrusting
myself against his tongue.

“I love how you taste. You’re so sweet; I’ll never be able
to get enough of you.”

He swirls his tongue, parting me with his fingers and
making sure I’m completely open and exposed for him. I feel a warm gush of
liquid flow from me and I clench my legs together, mortified how my body is
reacting to him.

“I… erm…” I stammer nervously.

“It’s ok, baby. That’s got to be the sexiest thing I ever
saw.” He growls deeply, using two of his digits to explore my tight opening
whilst his thumb rests against my clitoris, stroking it in small circles.
Applying a gentle pressure, he starts to push his finger inside of me. It’s a
peculiar feeling but one I’m more than willing to embrace. My body instantly
protests against the unfamiliar invasion and I wince when I experience my first
spasm of pain. Gradually, his finger starts to make its way inside. Its just
one of his fingers and yet I feel so stretched. The sensation is strange and
unknown to me, immediately erasing all of the arousal I felt just a few moments
ago. Sensing my apprehension and fear, Jake stills his propping finger,
allowing me to familiarise myself with this new sensation.

“I’m ok it just hurts.” I assure him.

“Are you sure? You’re so tight and the last thing I want to
do is hurt you.” He says, glancing up at me in concern.

With caution, I start to rock my hips back and forth,
wanting to know what it will feel like to move against him with something
inside of me.

“You look amazing right now; I’ve never seen anything more
beautiful.” He groans, using my wetness to moisten his fingers. He slowly
starts to nudge a second finger inside of me, I thought it would cause me more
pain but my body is surprisingly more compliant and it accommodates the
intrusion much easier than before.

My newfound arousal seems to have given me a surge of
confidence and I no longer feel ill at ease or self-conscious. My insecurities
and inhibitions have been replaced with adrenaline and a longing that’s urging
me to respond to him. Once his fingers are inside of me, I start to rotate my
hips, craving more from him, craving everything he can give. My movements start
to become more demanding and Jake quickens his pace, easily sliding into me
with little effort.

“It feels so good.” I cry, throwing my head back in
euphoria.

“Let go, baby. Feel my fingers inside of you and use them
to make yourself come.” He instructs me, squeezing my upper thigh with his free
hand and throwing my leg over his shoulder.

 My hands fist the quilt beneath me, clinging on to it
for dear life. I want this moment to last forever. I’m sure that nothing in my
life will ever feel as incredible as this. He makes me feel powerful, exotic
and ridiculously sexy. I’ve never felt this wanton or uninhibited before and
it’s all down to Jake. His touch sets me alight, burning a trail of fire along
my skin wherever he caresses. His tongue joins his fingers, intensifying my
pleasure beyond belief. I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer
towards me and rejoice when my forceful action elicits a loud moan from Jake.
His tongue circles my clit, flickering against it with maximum speed. His
fingers curl inside of me, causing me to writhe about on the edge of pleasure
and pain. I never knew bliss could be so excruciating. He sucks on my clit with
so much virility and vigour, demanding that I surrender everything to him.

Without warning, I start to climb this immense wave. The
scorching heat inside of me starts to build up to an unbearable level; I
approach the top of this fantastic precipice, and moan loudly, begging for more
of this feeling. A glorious explosion erupts throughout my whole body. The
transcendent, exquisite sensation even reaches the tips of my fingers.
Somewhere far away I can hear someone’s piercing cries, someone’s deafening
screams. Surely they can’t be coming from me?

“Come for me, Bethany. Come on me, give me everything.”

Jake’s words embolden me to let go and rejoice in this foreign,
extraordinary experience.  Having reached the highest point of my
magnificent climax, I slowly start to come down from the highest point of
ecstasy to a peaceful serenity of post coital bliss.

“Wow, that was…” I close my eyes, needing a moment to figure
out my mixed up thoughts and take stock of my muddled senses.

“That’s got to be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard,
the sound of you coming.” Jake whispers in my ear, carefully removing his
fingers from me.

 I feel dazed and weightless, like a floating feather.
It’s going to take several minutes for me to feel grounded again.

“How was it?” He asks, pulling me into his embrace.

 I don’t think I’m capable of talking; anything I do
say right now won’t make much sense, I’m certain of it.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.” I
mutter to myself, still feeling disorientated and fatigued.