Lydia found herself trying to subtly strain to see his size as he shoved his pants then boxer briefs down. When his cock bounced up toward his stomach, her breath came out in a whistle. Dear mother of all things big and long. Granted, she’d slept with only one man before, so she had limited experience, but she’d been certain that monster cocks like that didn’t really exist. That was why they made vibrators so big, right? Then a girl could have a man with a regular-size dick and enjoy something a little more substantial when she was in the mood for variety. Only now, she knew she’d been wrong—in a big way. She gulped, and then continued with the one-word utterances. “Big.” He cocked a brow at her as he fisted his cock. “Huge,” she added as if that sounded any better. The man was probably starting to believe he was having sex with an idiot incapable of stringing more than two words together to form a coherent thought.
He gave her a wolfish grin as he actually wiggled his massive penis in her direction before sliding on a condom with the other hand. Extra-large size, no doubt. Then he was grabbing her legs in each hand and spreading them wider. And back over his shoulders they went. He seemed to really have a thing for that position. When the fat head of his cock brushed against her slit, she moaned like a porn star on her first audition. She was afraid her starved sex was going to grab his staff and pull him inside before he ever had the chance to thrust. That absurd thought had her on the verge of giggling until he pushed inside her balls deep with no warning. “Fuck!” he hissed as if in pain.
“Ahhh, Jake,” she moaned as her body rushed to accommodate his size. If not for the fact that she was still soaking wet from their foreplay, his sudden entry would have been painful. As it was, her sex burned as it stretched around his massive size. But on the other side of that discomfort was a pleasure the likes of which she’d never experienced before. He pulled out then pushed back in deep once again and held himself there. He leaned closer, grinding his pubic bone against her. My husband is a sex god. I’ve hit the jackpot or maybe that’s jackcock.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he rasped out as he circled his hips against her. She nodded frantically, unable to spit out even the single-word responses she had been managing. He made a series of shallow thrusts before plunging back in once again. Then she felt his finger rubbing her clit and she detonated. And she kept contracting around him as he gave two more fast pumps before finding his own release with a harsh shout of pleasure.
In her post-coital bliss, Lydia was only vaguely aware of being carried through the house. She was surprised, though, when instead of walking to the bedroom that she’d used the previous night, Jake went to his instead. He shifted her in his arms to pull the comforter back on the bed, before laying her body on the cool sheets. “This feels nice,” she murmured as she snuggled into the softness.
She had almost drifted off to sleep when he reappeared at her side, nudging her legs apart. She felt a warm cloth wiping her there, and as much as she wanted to be embarrassed about the intimacy of it, she figured that reaction was silly since his dick had just been inside her not five minutes ago. It didn’t get much more personal than that. “Slide over, baby,” he instructed as he laid a hand on her hip. She shifted to make room for his large frame in the bed. She was both surprised and blissfully happy when he turned her onto her side and spooned against her back. “What time is it?” she asked drowsily, thinking it couldn’t be terribly late.
“It’s just after nine.” He chuckled. “I haven’t turned in for the night this early in years.”
“Oh no, we just left all of our dishes sitting in the kitchen,” she mumbled. “I need to clean up before we go to sleep.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her firmly against him. “I put everything in the dishwasher before I locked up.”
Those were the last words she heard before she fell into an exhausted slumber.
* * *
Jake lay awake long after Lydia had drifted off to sleep. He certainly hadn’t planned on what had happened between them earlier, but by God, it had been so incredibly hot. Her response to his touch had been perfect. He’d been strangely moved when he’d come home from work to find her in his kitchen making dinner. Such a domestic situation should have scared the hell out of him. Instead, he’d found himself grateful to her for being there after his lunch altercation with Chris. Just talking and laughing about it all had felt so damn good. He’d never had any desire for something like that, but for the first time, he wondered what else he’d been missing out on by avoiding relationships.
Then she had given him that look. One that quite plainly said she wanted him. He’d even warned her to stop if she didn’t mean it, but she hadn’t backed down. He’d been so eager, he’d almost lost control a few times—which never happened to him. He’d had to recite a lot of baseball statistics in his head and thankfully it had worked.
Afterward, without even thinking, he’d brought her to his room instead of hers. Another oddity—he didn’t spend the night with women and he damn sure didn’t spoon them as he was doing now. But she’d been different from anyone else he’d been with from the beginning in a way that he didn’t fully comprehend. And truthfully after the mind-blowing sex and the need to be close to her, he was a little lost.
He didn’t have a clue as to what to do next, and as the hours ticked away, he got increasingly nervous about facing what was sure to be some morning-after awkwardness. So, an hour earlier than usual he slid quietly from the bed and took a quick shower before dressing in the closet with the door closed. He hadn’t even bothered to shave.
He felt like an asshole as he crept through the still dark bedroom and out the door. But the only thing he felt sure of was that he needed the day to regroup. If there was any chance that he and Lydia might have something between them other than a marriage in name only, then he needed to find a way to stop freaking out at the first sign of intimacy.
* * *
When Lydia woke up the next morning, Jake was already gone. She looked around thinking maybe he’d left her a note. But no, the only indication that anything had happened last night was the tenderness between her legs and the fact that she was in his bed.