Page 22 of Wistful Whispers

I was worried that this was all crazy, too fast; after all I told him I loved him before we’d even kissed properly. Yet, everyone we tell that we’re now dating—our friends, my family, his colleagues— everyone accepts it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, even with the nightmare that has descended on us.

Yesterday I met up with Mum for tea and we talked about it. When I questioned why I hadn’t seen it sooner, she said something that will stay with me:Love can’t be forced, it finds you when the time is right.Maybe that’s what it was. It just wasn’t the time for us yet.

Jake stirs behind me. He pulls me even closer and places a soft kiss on my neck.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” His lips on my sensitive skin immediately set of a fire that spreads until it reaches every nerve ending.

“I like lying in your arms and listening to you sleep. I feel safe.”

“The irony,” he snorts and there’s darkness in his eyes as he leans over me to steal a kiss.

“Hey, don’t go there again.” I pull him down to me and kiss him deeply. Life is uncertain at the moment; we never know what’s waiting around the corner. But here, in my safe space, Grant does not exist.

“Make me feel good,” I whisper, my voice husky with need.

“I love you Hanny-bee.”

My breath catches in my throat. He’s said these three words nonstop ever since we declared our love the first time, but every single time it feels like the first time. I cannot get enough of hearing him say it.

“I love you so much Jake!”

With an intense look on his face, he begins to undress me, his hands moving slowly and reverently over my body. He removes my clothes piece by piece until I lie before him completely naked.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming over every inch of me. “But I can’t get enough of you and even if I wanted to I don’t think I’d be strong enough to walk away from you.”

Jake sits up between my legs. His hands glide up the back of my thighs and over the curve of my arse, gripping firmly.

Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss against the mound between my legs. My knees go weak at the gentle touch of his lips against my most intimate area.

Using both hands now, Jake spreads me open and runs his tongue along the length of my slit. A shiver courses through me as pleasure radiates from where our bodies meet.

His tongue works its way back up until it flicks lightly against my swollen clit. I moan softly as waves of pleasure begin to build inside me.

Jake wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently whilst pressing two fingers inside me. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear as ecstasy threatens to consume every thought in my head.

His fingers pump in and out of me while his tongue dances across my sensitive flesh. I clutch at the back of his head, pulling him closer as a low groan escapes from deep within me.

The pressure continues to build until it’s all too much. With a cry of pleasure I come undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. Jake continues to devour me, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to prolong my orgasm.

As my body finally begins to relax, Jake pulls away and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. I reach out and pull him towards me, desperate for the taste of myself on his lips.

Our mouths collide in a fierce kiss as I press myself against him as much as my baby bump allows me to. I can feel the hard length of his cock tenting his boxers, and I know that I need him now more than ever.

With trembling hands, I shove the boxers he had been sleeping in over his hips. His cock springs free, swollen and glistening with pre-cum.

I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and stroke him slowly from root to tip. He groans softly.

Releasing him from my grip, I turn and position myself on all fours, presenting myself to him. My pussy throbs with need as I wait for him to take me and give me what I crave.

“What are you doing, Hanny-bee?” he chuckles. He knows by now that I prefer making love when I can look into his eyes.

“I don’t have the strength to ride you today and with my twenty-eight-week belly, this seems like a safe way—” I can’t finish the sentence because Jake is leaning over me and starts nibbling on my earlobe.

“Lie down on your back, Hannah,” he demands.

“Jake, I—”

“Trust me,” he whispers. I sigh and give in. I drop onto my back.

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