I ache from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Not a bad ache, it’s the good kind. The well fucked kind.
God knows what time it is but I need to pee and Jake’s leg is pinning me to the bed, his arm is draped possessively over my stomach and his hand is grasping my hip.
I turn my head to look at him.
Bloody hell he’s beautiful. I know I’ve said it before and meant it every time but lying here, dark hair sexily mussed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted and his face fully relaxed in sleep, he is downright breathtaking.
Last night was…. amazing.
After the, ahem, incident in the club restroom, Jake seemed to calm down a little and happily drank with the guys while I danced the night away with Liv. He never took his eyes from me but I did see him laughing and joking with Nate and H, so he definitely relaxed a bit compared to earlier in the night.
When we said goodbye to the gang in our hotel foyer and watched them all leave for their own rooms, he took me back to our suite and made good on his promise to make love to me all night, making me sore in places I never knew existed.
I say make love because when we came back, Jake was different. He was a pure animal in that restroom, taking me, claiming and fucking me until I screamed more than once but when we got back to our bed he was gentle, devoted and made me see stars over and over and over again.
Animal Jake or devoted Jake, either way the sex was mind blowing. Having only ever had an orgasm by my own hand before, I totally get Liv raving about the difference when a guy gives you one and Jake gave me many. So many that I lost count and quite possibly passed out at some time in the early hours.
My man was insatiable.
My man.
Well if I was his, something he makes me tell him often especially during sex, then that makes him mine.
Mine.
I get why he likes the word so much. Just thinking of him as all mine brings a smile to my weary face.
Shit, even my face muscles ache but then again that might be because …. Yeah I think it’s obvious why my jaw feels like it’s had a good workout.
The need to pee increases the more I come out of slumber, so I attempt to extract myself from his embrace. I’ve barely twitched before his arm across my belly tightens.
“Hmmm where do you think you’re going Emmy?” his voice crackles, both sleep and over exertion obvious.
I look back at his face and even though he hasn’t opened his eyes yet, he wears a content smile.
“If you don’t stop squeezing me I’m going to pee myself.” I go to move his hand and he tightens it further.
“Not letting you go.” He mumbles with his eyes still closed.
“Jake I’m serious, I need the loo.” I half giggle but stop when it puts more pressure on my bladder.
He reluctantly removes his arm; an adorable huff leaves his mouth, like a child that’s had its toy taken away. Who would have thought, this cocky, confident, insanely attractive man would be so possessive over me? I have to admit I find it a real turn on.
From inexperienced, quiet me, to sex mad, brazen, hussy overnight.
I can’t help but wonder what my mother would say about it all.
Oh bugger.
I’ve not even told my Dad that I packed up and left Ibiza, or that I am about to travel the world with Jake.
I’m sure the news is going to go down like a lead balloon and I wonder if I can get away with sending a text.
No. This is my dad. My only ally, protector and love giver in what is otherwise an ice cold home.
He deserves a call at the very least. Doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to it.
After using the loo and having a quick freshen up, I stare at myself under the harsh lights of the ornate bathroom mirror.
My hair is a bedraggled mess. Knots and tangles make me look like Winnie the Witch and my eyes are puffy from lack of sleep but it’s my skin that catches my attention. It practically glows.
I wear every ounce of pleasure, received and given, over the last few hours all over me like a beacon.
I should just wear a ‘Thoroughly Well Fucked’ sign across my forehead, it’s that obvious.
Just thinking about the ways Jake pleasured me last night makes my tired legs buckle and encourages the throb to return between them.
God, what is wrong with me? I’m turning into a sex addict!
I go all these years with hardly any interest and then he comes along and suddenly I’m a bloody fiend.
“Whatcha looking at beautiful?”
Jake appears behind me causing me to gasp at his silent arrival.
“Shit, you scared me.” I clutch my hand to my chest, willing my frantically beating heart, to calm down.
I move to turn towards him and strong arms cage me in on either side, gripping the counter in front of me.
“Don’t move Emmy, just watch. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come undone.”
He looks over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror. Our gazes connect, our eyes unblinking.
Using his chin to push away the hair from the side of my neck, he proceeds to nibble, lick and taste the sensitive skin from my ear to my shoulder, sending shivers through my body.
He smiles at my obvious reaction to him and continues his sensual assault while using one hand to run up and down the outside of my bare legs.
“Jake” his name escapes my lips without warning; it’s sound one of pleading, begging him to do more.
“I’ve got you Emmy, just watch.”
His hand slowly trails across my abdomen before lowering to the apex of my thighs. He uses his foot to widen my stance, opening my legs to his touch. His eyes remain on mine in the mirror as his lips continue to caress my skin and his hand skates closer and closer, to the part of me that aches for him.
A single finger, with a feather light touch, finds my clit and draws small circles around and around, driving me insane with need.
His touch remains gentle, hardly any pressure being used, like a teasing flicker of intense pleasure. I need more.
Looking at our dual reflections in the mirror we appear as one. His mouth on my skin, one hand between my legs and the other now cupping my breast.
It’s the most erotic visual I have ever seen.
My eyes are heavy, my lips barely open and panting slightly, my skin flushed and glistening.
“More Emmy?” His breath whispers in my ear sending electricity down my spine and causing heat to pool low in my belly.
“Yes”, the only word I am able to form between my panting breaths.
His finger continues its delicious assault while his other hand pulls back my leg slightly, bending us both over the counter, forcing me to use my hands to prop myself up.
His eyes are no longer on mine, they are avidly watching the motion of his finger and I use the mirror to do the same.
Bloody hell that’s hot.
Flicking my eyes back to look at him in the mirror, I catch him watching me, watching him.
“Keep watching, I want you to know just how breathtaking you look when you come.”
As the last word leaves his lips he enters me from behind and I let out a long, deep, moan, while struggling to obey his instructions to watch.
“See how we fit together Emmy? See how when I’m inside you everything else just disappears? It’s just me and you. I was made to be inside you, made to be yours.”
I can’t answer him, his thrusting has increased and his finger has never faltered from its task of heating my skin to burning point and turning my legs to jelly.
Every single cell in my body is aflame and watching myself come undone is almost too much but I cannot tear my eyes away.
The scene unfolding in the mirror in front of us is mesmerising
The way our bodies move and undulate as one, the way his delectable mouth devours my soft skin, the way his talented fingers make me see stars and the way his deep blue eyes connect with my soul.
This transcends just sex. This is not just fucking. This is not just the physical act of love making.
This is more.
As my lust hazed mind processes the overwhelming feelings of this moment, my natural reactions take over. Sensing my impending orgasm, Jake picks up the pace of his thrusts, going deeper and harder on each one. His finger increases its pressure and with a firm press of his hand I come, hard.
The room disappears from focus as I try and fail to keep my eyes open, the intense ecstasy stealing the air from my lungs and the strength from my limbs.
I hear Jake groan out my name a few seconds later, his cock pulsing inside me, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I expect to bruise.
“Fuck Emmy, that was ….. “
He doesn’t finish his sentence as my knees finally buckle and he instantly scoops me up in his arms.
Although my body is totally spent, I manage to mumble into his chest, “Incredible”.
I ache from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Not a bad ache, it’s the good kind. The well fucked kind.
I wake with Emma curled around me, her soft, naked skin, flush against mine. Her limbs trapped in my embrace, an embrace she’s currently trying to wiggle her way out of but even half asleep I tighten my hold, not wanting to lose the connection just yet.
She half mumbles half laughs about needing to get up to go to the toilet and I have to instruct my arms to let her go.
The moment her warmth leaves me, my body shivers, like it’s been stripped of all comfort. I crack open one eye to watch her retreating form enter the bathroom.
She is all tanned skin, lush curves and just fucked hair.
My dick twitches in appreciation and despite taking her all night; I know I’m going to take her again before we leave this room.
I stretch out on my back and rub the palms of my hands over my eyes.
Last night was like nothing I’ve ever experience before.
Yes I’ve been with many women. Yes I’ve had a lot of sex, I’ve even had a lot of mind blowing sex but last night was something else, something more.
I can’t stop thinking about this girl. When she’s not with me, she’s all I think about and when she is with me, I spend the whole time thinking about sinking inside her. Even when I sleep, I dream about her.
She has seduced my body, stolen my mind and invaded my soul.
She owns every single piece of me.
I grab my phone from the nightstand, swipe the screen and see dozens of emails, missed calls and texts. Most are from Tina or her minions, those I scroll past but one is from Marcus my manager outlining the legal ramifications of being named in Mrs FML’s divorce.
I named her FML for her ‘Fuck Me Legs’ now the acronym seems even more fitting as she ‘Fucks My Life’.
I close the email app and scroll through texts, opening the one sent from Nate just ten minutes ago.
Get from between ur girls legs & meet us 4 breakfast. Liv wants 2 visit Meiji Shrine 2day, U game?
I fire back a quick response.
What’s up, your girl not letting U between hers? I’ll ask Em & get back to U
Talking of getting between my girls legs, she’s been an awfully long time in the bathroom. Maybe she needs some help.
She’s left the bathroom door open just a crack and I silently push it open.
Emma is stood facing the mirror, totally naked. Now there’s a fucking sight for a very, very hard dick.
I let my eyes feast on every inch of her, from her edible breasts that are just more than a handful and the perfect mouthful, to the curve of her firm, round, arse.
My favourite part of her body though is the dip in her lower back, that delectable curve just above the cheeks of her butt. I’m not sure why hers is so appealing. It could be the graceful way she stands, her back straight with that pert bottom curving out like the most tasty, yet sinful peach, highlighting that soft expansive of skin just above. Whatever it is I want to run my fingers over that curve, followed by my tongue.
She is still oblivious to my presence, still staring at her reflection in the mirror. Not in a vain way, she’s not assessing which side is her ‘best’ or checking for wrinkles. She’s just staring, a small, almost bewildered smile on her face and one hand in her hair.
I wonder what she sees when she looks at herself.
Does she see the innocently beautiful, yet strong woman I see?
Does she see the feisty, funny and intensely sensual woman that she often tries to keep hidden?
Does she see the person who has claimed, marked and owned me, when I never even knew myself that I was capable of belonging to someone?
And belong to her I do.
“Whatcha looking at beautiful?” My voice is still thick with sleep or it could be just lust because the raging boner I’m currently sporting is more than just some morning wood.
She jumps, clutching an arm across her breasts, covering them from my view, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
The electricity that is always around whenever we are in the same room, pulses between us, pulling me towards her. I once thought of her as my siren, luring me in.
I was right; she calls to me on a level I never knew existed.
Her spirit, her very essence sings to mine and I will never be able to fight it. I tried for many months and yet fate saw fit to bring us together again.
Before she can turn towards me I move quickly, placing my arms on either side of her, pinning her to the counter.
Then I summon up all the control I possess, to slowly show her how fucking beautiful she is.
To show her the entrancing woman I see every time I make her lose control and in the process of making her come undone, I unravel equally.
After carrying her spent and sated body back to bed, we lie silently in each others embrace.
I feel just as content holding her as I do being inside her.
I’m not sure when I turned into a cuddler but I’m starting to wonder why I’ve never done this with someone before. Then again, it’s not about the physical touch of just anyone, it’s about how she makes me feel when we touch. I doubt this would be enjoyable with anyone but her.
“So, Nate’s been in touch, the gang are all expecting us for breakfast and Liv wants to visit some shrine.” I speak quietly while I twist a lock of her long, silky hair around my finger, my eyes roaming her face, greedy for every inch of her skin.
“I’d like that, it sounds like fun.” She looks at me wickedly, “Plus, I didn’t agree to fly around the world with you, to only see the inside of each country’s hotel rooms, or should I say more precisely bedrooms.”
“You know what they say?” I take in the little scrunch of her brow as she processes my question and then shakes hers head softly. “Seen one country, seen ‘em all.”
That earns me a dig in my chest from her elbow and she huffs out a breath, yet keeps a smile on her face. “You have a one track mind Jake Fox. If all you wanted to bring me on this trip for, is to be your personal concubine, then you’ve brought the wrong girl.” Her tone is playful but her words strike me in the chest.
“That’s not why I want you here Emmy, you know that right?”
I look deep into her hypnotising eyes as sincerity replaces her earlier playfulness.
“I know Jake, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know.”
No more words are shared as we lie there, just looking at each. Letting each other feel the truth in our words.
The silence is interrupted by both our phones vibrating like crazy on the night stand. They both go off at exactly the same time and she says “Liv” just as I say “Nate”, causing her to giggle and roll her eyes while reaching over to answer her phone.
We both appease our well timed callers, by promising to be down for breakfast in the next twenty minutes.
“I’m going to shower. Do not, I repeat, do not follow me in there.” She winks and rolls over, escaping my attempt to drag her body back towards mine.
“Spoilsport.” I lean back and enjoy the view, watching her stretch elegantly before standing from the bed.
Will I ever get tired of looking at her?
“Earth to Jake.” She clicks her fingers in my direction, one hand covering her breasts, which she knows currently have my full attention.
“Stop looking at me like I’m your next meal and get ready for breakfast. I want to explore today.”
She glides across the floor, turning her back to me and showing me my favourite bit of her body, that delectable curve just above her arse.
“Oh you have no idea how much I want to explore.”
She stops at my blatant innuendo and looks over her shoulder at me, her eyebrow quirks up making her look even more fucking sexy.
“If you explore anymore than you already have, there will be nothing left for you to discover.” The corner of her mouth lifts in a cheeky smile and I am seconds away from tying her to the bed.
‘Do. Not. Follow Me.’ She warns, the humour never leaving her face.
I’ve always liked a challenge but she’s right, I can’t just keep her here like my sex slave.
If my girl wants to see the sights, then I’m determined to show her all of them.
A few hours later, after a breakfast filled with banter and teasing that left Emma flushed from top to toe, we head towards our second tourist trap of the day.
We’ve already visited the Tsukiji Fish Market because someone in the hotel told Liv it had to be experienced.
Yeah, I know, why the hell would anyone want to visit a stinking fish market?
The girls seemed to enjoy it though and H managed to upset many of the vendors by playing with their wares. This involved grabbing the biggest and/or ugliest fish he could find and using it like a ventriloquist’s dummy.
We had fish serenading us everything from Michael Jackson to Elvis, and Emma’s own personal favourite, Under The Sea from some stupid Disney film.
She literally buckled over with laughter, as our idiotic friend, grabbed some kind of crab and adopted a Jamaican accent. Then she almost peed herself as the owner of the big arse crab, proceeded to hit H over the head with some kind of implement, forcing him to drop the crab like it was hot.
I’m not sure how we actually got out of there alive, although I swear I saw Nate paying for everything H had messed with once our backs were turned.
So now we are standing in front of a forty foot high, torii gate, that leads to the austere looking Meiji Shrine.
I’m not one to normally take much interest in visiting buildings, no matter what they are, but something about this place is enchanting.
The grounds are filled with huge cypress trees, adding to the mystical, yet serene atmosphere. Even H is on his best behaviour, in fact, I would say he seems very subdued here, almost thoughtful. Maybe we can bottle up a bit of the water at the cleansing station and use it as some kind of ‘Anti-H spray’ for use when he gets out of hand.
The most beautiful thing here though, is without a shadow of a doubt, my girl.
Just watching her absorb every detail, a look of awe and wonder on her perfect face, fills me with a deep sense of contentment.
As much as my selfish cock wants to be inside her every hour, of every day, I find my heart wants to give her this.
It wants to give her the entire world.