Page 83 of Into the Dark
“It feels…strange. Full.” I gasp. “But good…” And it does. God, he’s inside my…
Jake pushes in once more and with a deep grunt of pleasure takes my breath away. He must be all the way in. It’s such a tight fit—almost as though I can feel it in my throat. Jake is large, but somehow I don’t imagine this would feel any less intense if he were smaller. I hear him groan and withdraw before pushing in again.
“You feel so good, baby…” he says as he starts to move inside me. When his hand comes around to find my still wet other opening everything seems to soften under him again, needy and willing. He slides his finger inside me as he continues to move in and out of my behind. I’ve never felt so full, and I can feel him everywhere: my hips, my stomach, my back, and my thighs. With his free hand, he grabs my hip and changes pace so he’s thrusting in slow, circular movements.
The music seems to get louder then—a deep, dark, seductive beat floating into the room and settling all around us. When he asks me again how it feels I only nod, my eyes closed to focus on every movement of our bodies, the sound of our skin hitting against each other, my breathing, his groans, my moans, and the slow stretch of my body. Yes. It feels good. Strange, but good. Having him take me like this feels very good.
“I’m not going to last long…” he says as he falls onto my body once more.
Peppering the skin of my back with kisses, he moves his mouth to my ear and tells me how good I feel. How perfect I am. How much he loves me. How I belong to him and only him. Then his hand grips the base of my neck and he begins to fuck me harder.
“I’m going to come…fuck…baby, fuck,” he pants, his fingers digging deeper into my soft, wet heat, stroking me, fucking me in both places at once. When it feels like he’s meeting in the middle inside of me the feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I moan loudly and push myself back, against him, to feel him deeper—though I’m not entirely sure it’s possible.
Just as my own pleasure builds again, I hear him swear and thrust once more before his whole body stills and his hot, delicious climax floods into me, warm and welcome.
He lies on top of me, panting roughly against my ear and still firmly inside my body. I sigh dreamily, and he shifts his weight off me. Smoothing my hair back, he kisses me on the soft, tender spot at the back of my neck before moving to stand and withdraw from my body. As he does, his semen seeps out of me, trickling down the insides of my cheeks and onto my thigh.
I just let him come inside me again. I wonder what other lessons I completely ignored at medical school.
I stand up from the desk, and with my back still to him he zips up my dress and pulls it down over my butt and thighs. Then I turn to face him.
Holy Christ.
Carnal, lust-filled eyes drink me in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look as satisfied after sex before. Does anal really feel that good for guys? I’ve read about it, the reasons why they like it and fantasize about it. I understand it, I suppose. And while it wasn’t unpleasant—not even close—I far more enjoy being face-to-face with him while he makes love to me.
When he’s finished buckling his belt, he brings his hand up to hold my jaw and steps forward to kiss me tenderly.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned now.
I nod and lean in to kiss him again. “I’m very okay.”
“I wasn’t too rough with you?”
I smile. “I like when you’re rough with me.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that.” He smirks a little. “Do you have any idea how amazing you felt? I can’t believe you let me do that.”
“Well…I belong to you, remember? You can do whatever you want with me.” I bite my lip.
He tilts my chin upward. “I’d be very fucking careful with that sort of promise. You don’t even want to know some of the things I want to do to you. And I don’t know if you’d like them all.”
My eyes widen. Then I think about that. I’m pretty sure he’s wrong. After tonight, I’m sure I’d like anything Jake did to me. He’d make it good for me, I’ve no doubt. Except nipple clamps. No, I definitely wouldn’t want that. Rob told me about her and Dan’s attempt at a little BDSM once, and the part she said she’d never do again was the nipple clamps.
Jake and BDSM though…
“And are all of these things sexual?” I ask.
His response is to raise an eyebrow as though I asked, “Is Big Ben a clock?” I nod and smile before reaching up to smooth down his hair, which got a little ruffled during the throes. I only do the sides though because I like Jake’s hair ruffled. The “just fucked” look on his hair is pretty much perfection.
He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.
“Are we okay?” I ask quietly.
He lets out a deep breath. “How about we don’t talk about those six weeks again?” He frowns. “What happened, who we were, what we did. It’s done.”
“Sounds good to me.” I nod.
“But if I ever see that cunt with my own eyes, I’ll choke the fucking life out of him.”