That Filthy Book (9 page)

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.

“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.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and my arse clenched, the remaining sting erotic and dark.

“You want the plug?” he asked.

“No, no I just want you, Jacob, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, please.” I lowered and deepened my voice, surprising myself at how husky and dirty I sounded when I spoke. “Jacob, fuck me—fuck me up the arse, now.”

The sound that erupted from his throat was more growl than speech, and in an instant the rigid crown of his cock was there; pressing, pushing.

The lube was cool, his cock hot, and when he pushed in that first inch, the sensation of the two temperatures mixing was a welcome distraction from the whip of pain snapping around my anal opening. It stung like a firecracker, burning and biting.

“Ah fuck, yes I’m in, love, you did it.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned. How would I be able to take any more of him? He was so wide and so unimaginably long to fit inside my small cavity. I continued to masturbate, harnessing and swapping the sensations spinning through my pelvis.

“I’m going in deeper,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my hipbones and pinning me tight to the bed. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

I shook my head frantically. I wanted him to ride into me as much as I wanted him to get the hell out.

“Oh, sweet motherfucker,” he moaned, as he slid further in.

“Oh God, Jacob,” I said, the words thick and heavy in my throat.

He was so deep now, his balls nudged my engorged labia. The sensation was nothing like the butt plug. He was so wide; the whole length of him. Unlike the tapered shape of the plug, his cock was a dense rod of flesh, spearing me.

My muscles contracted, and I had an unbearable urge to expel him, to bear down. I opened my mouth in anguish, fearful of what was about to happen.

He withdrew. Not all the way, just so the head of his cock was inside me, the flare of his glans nestled against the inside wall of my arse. The feeling, thankfully, retreated.

“Karen, love, I’m not going to last long. This is fucking amazing.”

I groaned in response. Worked at my clit and claimed the first spark that would lead me to orgasm.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “But can I have the vibrator too? To send me over the edge with you.” I stretched for it and he moved slightly with me so he didn’t pop out. I tossed it downwards for him, and within a second its familiar humming filled the room. It was one of those vibrators with ears, tiny buzzing ears, and as he smoothed it into my channel, I guided the ears to either side of my clit.

Instantly, the sensations went up a level. I never stood a chance of lasting with the vibrator, and with him in my arse—well, I was already pulsing on the edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to fuck your arse harder now,” Jacob said in a rasping voice that held more than a hint of the bad boy in him.

“Yes, yes, Jacob, fuck my arse, fuck me hard.”

He drove in, his fingers tight on my hips and his cock claiming my body in a way it never had before. It was so utterly primitive and deliciously bad that I cried out—in discomfort, in ecstasy, at the wonderful fullness and connection deep within me.

He stilled. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, fuck no, Jacob, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I thrust backwards, trying to impale myself harder on him. The vibrator was so high, nudging my cervix, stimulating my G-spot. My clit was getting ready for take-off, and his cock, damn, his cock was burning and glorious, thick and wicked. An orgasm of the most intense variety loomed before me. But I wanted to prolong this moment before I grabbed it.

“Jesus, I can feel the vibrator,” Jacob groaned, pulling back then steaming in again. “No fucking wonder it gets you off every time, it feels fucking fabulous.”

I couldn’t reply. My world had spiralled into a wonderful kaleidoscope of ecstasy. Carnal, primitive ecstasy. I was coming, it was there. Holding it off was impossible.

“Jacob, I’m, I’m…please, speak dirty to me while I…please…”

There was a pulse beat of hesitation then, “Ah, yes, I’m fucking your arse now, whore, really fucking your slutty fucking arse. Take it, take all of it, right up high.”

As Jacob picked up to jackhammer pace, I erupted in a writhing heap of orgasmic wonder. Over and over, the waves crashed through me. I may have screamed in pleasure, or maybe the sound was in my head. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.

“You’re taking it good up your arse, bitch. I’m gonna be doing this again real soon, whenever I fucking want to, ah, ha, fuck…”

A second orgasm ravaged my body, his words catapulting me onto a new high. My back and neck arched to breaking point, and my arsehole burned as Jacob plunged deep and spurted his cum into my passage.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes…” he shouted, loud and uninhibited. “Fuck, that…is…it!”

“Oh, Jacob, Jacob. Oh, God, yes.” My whole body pulsed; my arms and legs were spasming. His were too—I could feel his tremors juddering through him and into me.

Suddenly, his big body flopped over mine, his heaving chest hitting me square in the shoulders.

I grunted as air pushed from my lungs. “Jacob, the, the…”

“Jesus Christ, Karen, that’s something else.”

I wriggled and twisted. “The vibrator, turn it off,” I gasped. The sensations in my pussy were overwhelming, the stimulation too much after two intense orgasms. My clit and G-spot were engorged and delicate—the toy still thumping into them was a wild discomfort.

Quickly he shifted, sought the base and withdrew it. He kept his cock lodged deep.

“You okay?” he panted by my ear.

“Yes, oh God, yes.” I could hardly catch my breath. My heart raced and the sound of my heartbeat raged in my ears. “And thank you, thank you for the dirty words at the end.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“Yes, yes, and I’d do anything for you.”

We stayed like that for a long time, his cock in my arse and his chest hair scratching my shoulder blades. It felt right, perfect. Jacob and I had always been close but this was a whole new level.

I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

Chapter Seven

Being sore wasn’t something I’d usually relish, but this time it served to remind me that another of my fantasies had been met. Every time I walked or moved, my arse ached, stung a little, bringing back memories of what we’d done the day before.

With Jacob at work and the girls in school, I wandered through the house, tidying absently with no real vigour for my tasks. My mind remained on yesterday, and I relived it time and again until I couldn’t take it anymore. I risked having to rush upstairs and give myself some relief.

I’d turned into a woman who craved sex, just like the woman in
that
book.

But would Jacob be able to cope with my demands—ones I knew would grow with time? The days in between us being able to indulge freely were too many for my liking, and the planned weekend away couldn’t come fast enough. Jacob’s parents were coming to stay, to mind the girls while we went off on the ruse that we needed some special time over our anniversary weekend. Soon, the excuses for going away would dwindle.

What the hell would we do then?

I gripped the sink edge and stared out of the kitchen window into our back garden, at the large expanse of dark green lawn and the surrounding land—dips and swells of ground that went on for miles. We lived on the outskirts of town, our nearest neighbours far enough away that, if we had sex outside and I cried out, they wouldn’t hear me. The thick stand of trees at the bottom, more of a copse, really, would be a perfect screen, shielding us from any prying eyes.

The next time they stayed over at Jacob’s parents’…

I turned, walked through the house, the next chapter of that book playing on my mind—again. The place was so empty, so quiet. Maybe it was time I got myself back into the workplace. My brain was too idle, that was it. That was why I couldn’t stop entertaining myself with sexual scenarios. But Jacob wanted me home, where the girls knew if they were sick I’d be here to care for them, not at work, trying to plead with a boss who had no intention of allowing me to go home. If I was honest, I wanted that too. Perhaps I could find something online that would allow me to stay home? I’d talk with Jacob about it, see what he thought.