“Let’s go to bed,” he said.
My stomach turned over. He was going to expect me to do my wifely duties. And I was going to have to do it sober. He led me upstairs and gave me the room to change into my nightgown. I dismissed the idea of stealing his truck and gunning it out of Deliverance because he might call the cops on me. Was there a way out of this? I shivered as I again glanced at the bed. This was just so messed up. I wasn’t from around here, I didn’t feel that I needed to lie in bed while he fucked me. This wasn’t my life, this life belonged to some other woman who actually wanted to wear long dresses and obey her husband. How did I end up with a husband? This was so ridiculous.
I waited for Jacob to come back. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened and he came in wearing the long nightshirt. It was so old-fashioned I couldn’t get over it.
“Why does everyone here wear these clothes?” I said, unable to discuss what was about to happen.
Jacob closed the door and looked at me. He always saw the real me, which was disconcerting. My friends back home didn’t see me; they were guarded like most people and only saw what they expected to see. Jacob actually looked at me and read me like a book.
“It’s the way it’s done,” he said with finality.
“But why?” I was stalling.
He lifted the bed covers and encouraged me to get under. I still needed to talk to him about the sex thing, but I went under anyway. He flicked off the light so the room went pitch black. I listened tensely as he climbed in next to me.
“I don’t think we should do this,” I said. Oh, god, if only I had a way to leave and divorce him right this second. “It’s not a good idea.”
His hand rested on my stomach and I flinched. But he was warm and gentle. Still, I couldn’t quite relax. I tried to see his face, but he was just a dark shape beside me.
“Don’t you want to marry someone else? Someone from your community?” I said.
He paused. My arms were crossed over my chest, his hand still on my stomach.
“You’re my wife,” he said like that was an actual answer.
“But,” I started to say.
He interrupted me. “Are you a virgin?”
“No,” I said, almost laughing at the idea. Then I quieted. “Are you?”
“No,” he finally said.
He moved closer to me so I could feel his body heat. I was lying on my back like a freaked-out corpse. I had never felt less sexy. Even sucking off my dealer had been more fun than this. Thinking about the last time I’d had a dick in my mouth relaxed me for no good reason. I was acting like having sex with Jacob was a big deal when in fact having sex was nothing to me. He’d take me and it’d be over. I just had to deal with it and stop being such a baby.
Maybe this was what I had to do to earn my keep, this along with the household chores. Was it so bad? Jacob was hot and actually, if we weren’t in this situation, I think he’d even be nice. I understood that he believed different things than I did, that being husband and wife meant something different to each of us. I wasn’t sure what I expected from a marriage as it wasn’t something I’d really put much thought into. I didn’t want to be owned. That was too dangerous. How could I ever be sure my husband wasn’t going to turn into some controlling freak who’d beat me bloody if I did something wrong? I wasn’t going to be one of those women who stayed in an abusive relationship.
His hand moved up my arms to cup my face. He pressed closer to me, then dropped a kiss on my lips. He didn’t press his tongue into my mouth, but teased and molded our lips together. He’d cared for me when I was sick, right? If this was the payment he wanted… I could do that.
I opened my thighs and rubbed my leg over his crotch. He grew hard as I rubbed.
“You’re my wife,” he murmured. “And I’ll always treat you right.”
My stomach turned. I wished he’d stop talking and get it over with. His hand left my face and wandered down my waist to my hip. He pulled up my nightgown, bunching in his fist. We kept kissing, but I was starting to freak out again. Why was he taking his time? He was hard, so why wasn’t he already on top of me? His fingers touched my upper thigh and I jumped. Unfortunately, he slowed down even more and spent more time kissing me. He pecked the side of my mouth, my jaw, then pressed lightly on my eyelids. Why was he doing this to me?
I was about to burst. I just couldn’t take this sensitive stuff anymore. I took his hand and moved it to my pussy. I felt the air leave his lungs as he breathed against my temple. Still, he wasn’t rushing. He touched me tenderly, but at least now I had something to focus on. I tried to ignore Jacob and listen to my body down there. I was only a little wet, but I didn’t think it would hurt when he entered me.
I sat up and pushed on his shoulders. He let me press him back to the bed. I ran my hand over his hard chest and abs. I hauled up his nightshirt and found his erection. This, I could do.
My tongue found the base of his cock and I held him in my hand as I licked up. He was really thick and felt beautiful under my touch. I got between his knees and worked him, pushing my head down and keeping my teeth away. This is where a woman like me belongs, I thought. Just another guy who I have to please to get on in this world.
He moaned. His fingers wove into my hair, which encouraged me to go deeper to impress him. If he came, all the better so I wouldn’t have to go any further with him. When I pictured what Jacob might look like right now, my heart did a double beat. This guy was probably the only ten I was going to ever sleep with. I usually attracted sevens, sometimes eights. And none of my past guys had Jacob’s integrity.
His hands lifted my head off his cock. He pulled me up the bed, then rolled on top of me. He worked between my thighs and I felt his cock pressing me. When I blinked, I could see him watching me in the dim moonlight. I lowered my eyes. His hand brushed against my cheek. I waited, focused on his cock, my thighs wide open for him to enter me. He didn’t.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. It was such a private thing to say and the way he said it made my heart ache. It was like he was saying it to someone special who he loved. I wanted to push him away.
Instead, I wrapped my calves around his thighs and drew him closer to me. Why couldn’t we just get this over with?
“Look at me,” he said, moving my head so I was facing him.
I did and tried to look turned on, but I couldn’t maintain eye contact. I lifted and kissed him hard. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. I strained to get him to enter me. No guy had ever made me work so hard to get laid.
“Celeste,” he said and I gave up. He obviously wanted an emotional connection more than he wanted to fuck me.
I gazed up at him. He was hovering over me, his weight on his elbows. Here I was, a willing woman and he wasn’t doing the deed he’d been the one to insist on.
“Look at me,” he said again.
I did, feeling skeptical that it was ever going to happen. He ran his finger over my lips.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said. He was earnest but I didn’t know what he wanted from me.
“Okay,” I said because it seemed like I needed to say something.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.
I gasped a little when he pressed into me.
“Shh,” he said, then kissed my temple.
I tried to relax. I opened my thighs wider. He pulled out, then pressed in slowly. My stomach did a twirl. He went deeper, and when he withdrew, he pulled my soul out with it. I gasped, amazed at how good that felt. He rocked slowly, thrusting in at an even pace. His weight rested on me. This was so unlike any sex I’d ever had before. I’d had boring sex, wild sex, and angry sex. This, while slow, wasn’t dull. He found a spot inside me that lifted me each time he hit it. When I struggled to make him go faster, clutching his butt to egg him on, he took my hands away and held my wrists down next to my head.
I arched my back as the need built in me. I writhed, but I was pinned, at the mercy of his steady fucking. Then he did something with his hips, adding a thrust with a bit of a twist. My eyelashes fluttered. He nibbled on my chin, then my earlobe. Goosebumps rose over my skin, a complementary feeling to what he was building inside me. I whimpered. I needed this feeling to go somewhere. It was so different from a clit orgasm. When he kissed me, I bit down on his bottom lip to hold him hostage. He had to go faster, or else I might die.
“Please,” I whined. I tugged uselessly against his hands. He kept going steady, so I added some pressure to his lip.
He chuckled and thrust hard.
I moaned and opened my mouth without thinking, freeing him. He did it again. I rubbed my breasts against his chest and tried to control his speed with my legs. I needed something, something that I couldn’t put a name to. I needed him to give it to me.
He groaned and put his face on the pillow, well above the height of my head. I pressed my lips to his neck. He began to pump harder. One of his hands let go of my wrist and worked its way under my nightgown, running up my waist until he found my breast. He rolled my breast and worked my hard nipple, sending violent shivers from my breast to my pussy. With my hand free, I got it between our bodies and touched my clit.
When I clenched, Jacob growled. He played with my breast as he worked in and out of me. He was so strong and I could feel the power in each of his thrusts. As I ran my legs over his, I felt his muscled legs and dimpled ass.
My fingers danced and I was working up a sweat to reach the peak. I let out a long cry as the pleasure rippled through me like a warm bath on a sunny day while drinking a cool glass of wine. I kept touching myself to draw it out.
Jacob lost the control he’d maintained and dove into me again and again, grunting and holding my hip. I listened vaguely as he came, a moaning gasp above my head. I still had some pleasure left in me and when my pussy clenched around him, I felt his breath catch.
We lay there, him a warm boulder resting on me and me too exhausted and pleased to move. Then my thighs began to cramp. When I shifted, it woke him from his sex high and he rolled off me, but he didn’t go far. He pulled me close so we were spooning. His hand cupped my breast and pinched my nipple as if he didn’t realize he was doing it. I was sated but lying pressed against him still managed to feel really good. He was so warm and solid. I kept myself from thinking about anything that might spoil the mood. Eventually, I fell asleep.
This content is linked through SNP’s newsletter! Don’t miss out on all the free content! It doesn’t stick around long! Add your email below!