Always and Forever (76 page)

“That’s true. I must have good taste.” He lowered his lips
towards mine, hesitating when there were millimetres between us.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Beg me.” He growled, trailing his tongue down my neck
towards my collarbone.

“What?” I trembled, thinking I’d misheard him.”

“Maybe it makes me a sick bastard to admit this but I love
it when you beg for me.”

I shrieked when he picked me up, forcing my legs to wrap
around his waist. He carried me into the bedroom and gently placed me on the
bed. His strong, capable hands tugged down my shorts, revealing my baby blue
underwear. My T-shirt was the next thing to go; he yanked it over my head
before circling my nipple with his tongue. I moaned and arched my back,
desperate for more.

“Jake, that feels so….” I trailed off, unable to finish my
sentence.

“What? How does it feel, baby? Tell me.”

“Amazing, please don’t stop.” I panted breathlessly,
curling my fingers in the quilt beneath me.

“I have no intention of stopping. I want you; I want all of
you, Bethany. This sweet little pussy of yours belongs to me. Your body is mine
and no one in this entire world will ever be able to make you feel like I do.
You know I’m right, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, you’re right.” I agreed, desperately seeking the
release my body needed.

“Say it. Tell me who your beautiful pussy belongs to.”

“You. It’s yours, Jake. I’m yours. Don’t stop.”

“I want to taste you, I want my tongue inside you and I
want you to come when I tell you to, do you understand?” He spoke firmly; he
knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it from me.

“Mmmhmm.” I moaned incoherently.

“Good. Now I want you to sit me.”

I jumped up, eager to do as he said. He was on the bed and
I placed my knees on either side of him.

“That’s not what I meant. Sit on my face, Bethany.”

“What? You can’t be serious?” My eyes widened in surprise, I
never thought Jake would ask me to do something like this.

“Do it. I want you to ride me, just like you would do if we
were having sex. I need to make you come this way.”

My legs trembled as I made my way up his body, resting just
above his shoulders on either side of him.

“Jake, I’m not sure about this.”

“It will feel good, I promise. Trust me, Bethany. I need
this and I need you. Don’t deny me this, please.” His eyes were piercing; it
felt like they could reach into my soul as he implored me to do as he asked.

I lowered myself onto his face, his tongue met with my
clitoris straight away. He grabbed a hold of my ass, thrusting me down upon his
tongue. I squirmed and writhed, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation. Jake’s breath
was warm and soft, it tickled my damp skin, encouraging me to start moving
against him. Jake groaned deeply, demanding more as his tongue swirled around
inside.

“Yes, more. Jake, yes!” I cried loudly, grinding my hips as
I rotated them in a circular motion.

“Ride my tongue, baby. Bounce up and down on it, take what
you need from me.” He urged me as I clung onto the headboard in front of me,
using it to guide my movements.

As I approached my orgasm, I found myself letting go. I was
no longer shy, bouncing up and down and throwing my head back as I rode his
tongue, screaming with pleasure. I was frantic with need and desire, I’d never
felt anything like it. Jake was getting off on it as well, lifting me up and
down on his face over and over again. His fingers squeezed my thighs,
encouraging me to increase my rhythm and I gripped his hair forcefully,
relentlessly thrusting my wet core against his mouth. I could feel my arousal
covering his lips and his tongue continued to lap me up, savouring every single
drop.

“Oh, wow…” I was absolutely speechless, falling onto my
back and gasping for air.

“That was in-fucking-credible.” Jake groaned, pulling my
body up towards his as he cradled me in his arms.

“I should wear these little shorts more often.” I said playfully.

“Or you could just be naked. Every night I could come home
from work to find you sprawled out on the bed, ready and waiting for me. Now
that would be a magnificent sight.”

I rolled my eyes, it was
typical Jake. He’d just spent a load of money on my new wardrobe when he really
wanted me naked the whole time.

Jake had insisted we go shopping so he could buy me new
things as soon as I was staying with his mum and his sisters. We had only been
there a couple of days when he decided he wanted to spoil me. I wasn’t sure at
first; I had very little experience when it came to shopping and didn’t know
anything about fashion or what type of stores I should go to. We had a heated
discussion about it one night and I finally decided to give in and let Jake take
me into town. I knew it was necessary because I’d been borrowing Carla’s
clothes and really did want my own garments.

We were in town for several hours because I was adamant
that I wanted to try every single thing on before we bought it. Jake got me all
the basics as well as the things I would never have considered wearing before.
He actually convinced me to let him buy me a few skirts, something I’d never
worn before. He refused to buy a couple that I liked unless I promised him I’d
only wear them at home and he would be the only one who would get to see me in
them. I promised him and he begrudgingly handed me the money over.

I was so grateful when he bought me a new phone, I didn’t
really need one because Jake was the only person I’d need to get in contact
with but he was determined to replace the one I’d left behind.

I’ve never worn make-up before so it was a little strange
for me to think about wearing mascara and lip gloss. Jake told me I didn’t need
all that stuff, he said I was beautiful without it and even though it was
really sweet of him, I was eager to try something new. I felt like I wanted a
new identity, I wanted to branch out and leave the old Bethany behind. For the
first time in my life I could choose what to wear and how to look. I was sick
of my boring and stale wardrobe, it reminded me of my old life and I wanted no
memories from that time.

Jake was very patient with me that day but by the end of it
I could tell he was getting fed up. He was the one carrying all of the bags for
me and I must have had twenty of them. His whole attitude changed when we went
started looking for lingerie. I thought I’d just get the basics, a couple of
bras and some underwear; it was Jake who had other ideas.

“You would look absolutely breathtaking in this.” He
whispered huskily, coming up behind me and stroking the baby blue matching set.

“You think so?”

“The only thing I don’t know is how long I’ll be able to
resist taking it off you.” He confessed.

“Let’s buy it and find out.” I
smiled, moistening my lips with my tongue as I turned around to face him.

It was obvious that something was bothering me when we got
back to Jake’s house after we were done shopping. Jake kept glancing at me, a
look of concern on his face but I wasn’t read to admit what was troubling me.
It was only when we were in bed later that night that I decided to admit what
was wrong.

“If I decide to keep the baby, I won’t be able to fit into
any of that stuff we bought today.” I murmured quietly.

“Aw, baby. Is that what’s been bothering you?” Jake asked,
sitting up in bed so he could look down at me.

“Kind of, you were saying how gorgeous you imagined me to
be wearing that sexy underwear and you’re not going to think that when I’m six
months pregnant, are you?”

“Sweetheart, how can you even think such a thing? You will
always be beautiful to me, whether you’re six months pregnant or not. You’re
carrying my baby and that’s the most important thing in the world to me. Ok,
the stuff we bought today might not fit you for very long but we can buy new
things and I just know you’re going to look absolutely stunning when our baby
starts to grow. So don’t be worrying about that, ok?”

I smiled up at the man who had become the centre of my
universe. I trusted him completely and knew that every single word he was
saying to me was true. Jake would always find me attractive and I could only
hope I’d learn to see myself in the same way.

I still didn’t know what to do
about the baby; I could never seem to find myself getting excited about it or
feel optimistic about a future which involved the three of us. I was longing
for the day it would happen and my decision would finally be made but it never
seemed to happen. At this point Jake and I were still living with his mum and
three sisters and I know if we had stayed any longer it would have started to
put a strain on our relationship. That’s why I was so relieved when Jake
managed to get hold of the flat for us so quickly.

A few nights after Jake caught me dancing around the living
room, I experienced the worst night of my entire life. I still can’t believe it
really happened and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to erase the memories of it
from my mind. Jake had the night off from the bar and we had spent the evening
curled up on the sofa after our takeaway. It was after midnight and I could
hardly keep my eyes open, I think I might have actually dozed off half way
through the movie we were watching. I remember Jake woke me up when he picked
me up from the couch, carrying me into the bedroom.

He placed me down on the bed and started to undress me. He
kissed my neck and along my collarbone, undoing the buttons on my blouse before
pulling the straps of my bra down. He turned my face towards him, his intense
gaze dropped to my mouth. I needed him inside of me; I was aching and squirming
for the indescribable, mind-blowing orgasms I knew he could give me.

He was breathing heavily; his chocolate brown eyes
smouldered with a potent desire for me. The connection between us was electric;
the air surrounding us was sizzling. The chemistry that Jake and I share is
unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and the undeniable magnetic force that
links us is too transcendent and powerful to be described. I wanted to
disappear all the way inside of him; I knew I could never lose what we had. I
would die without this feeling, I would die without him.

“I love you so much, Bethany. You’re everything to me and I
need you to promise me you will never leave me. I’d die without you. I couldn’t
exist.”

It was as though he could read my mind, he was voicing out
loud all of my internal doubts and fears.

“I will never leave you. I’m yours forever.” I told him,
stroking my hands through his hair.

I meant every word and I hoped he realised I felt exactly
the same as he did.

He smiled down at me with so much love and adoration. He
positioned himself on top of my half naked body, my legs opened to accommodate
his body as I wrapped them around his waist. Our kissing became urgent and
passionate; our breathing grew heavier as I felt his arousal press against my
stomach. He was so huge, I don’t know if my tiny body would ever adapt to
magnificent size.

“I need you.” I moaned, arching my back as I raked my
fingernails down Jake’s.

“Let me feel how badly you want me.” He said, sliding his
fingers underneath my panties.

My whole body tensed up in fear. I recoiled away from him,
trying to evade his touch. It wasn’t Jake’s fault; it was what he had said to
me. Jake had used the exact same words as the pervert who tried to rape me
several weeks ago.

 I was instantly transported back to that moment; I
experienced the horrifying terror, the paralysing panic and the same loathsome
disgust as I did then. I tried so hard to blot out that memory, Jake had no
idea what he said to me had triggered a painful flashback and I didn’t want him
to find out. He still didn’t know the extent of what had really happened that
night and I was determined to keep it that way.

I closed my eyes, desperately struggling to stay calm. It
was no use, it was impossible for me to forget that debilitating fear. I could
smell the revolting stench of alcohol on his breath and I cringed as I
remembered his aggressive, forceful hands as he tore at my clothes and my
flesh. I couldn’t take it anymore; I cried out and cowered away from Jake,
moving to the other side of the bed and startling us both.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Jake asked, his eyes
flashed with concern, holding his hands up as though he did something wrong.