This story follows on from The Zoo.
It contains a lot of important talking just like it's predecessor because, well, we're just in talking mode at the moment, but there's some other um, "stuff" that happens along the way. It's divided into four chapters as it's made up of 4 distinct scenes, but I don't intend to introduce each scene or give each it's own soundtrack. And as i always say, it's rated M for a reason, so please be warned.
And Jacob, who's feeling more than just a little bit frisky tonight, has picked this song. If you don't know it, check it out on Youtube cause it's pretty cool (I think that maybe it's a bit sexIST, but Jacob says its sexY, and who am I to argue with him!)
Soundtrack: Short Skirt, Long Jacket - Cake
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry
She's putting up her hair
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket...
I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng... lonnng jacket
…
"Would you like a cup of tea before you leave Jake?" Rachel called up the stairs of his house. They'd been home from the zoo for an hour or so and he had checked his emails and spent some time messing around with his animals in the tank room, then had grabbed a quick shower and was getting dressed. Rachel was already showered and dressed for her night out with Jess.
"Tea? Why tea?"
"I just feel like tea."
"OK, thanks sweetheart, I'll be down in a minute," he called back.
She returned to the kitchen, kettle in hand, and proceeded to fill it with water from the faucet. As she turned around to put the kettle on the cordless base, she found herself in his arms. He was still warm from the shower and his hair was damp. His face was smooth and freshly shaven and he smelled of shower gel and aftershave.
"I was thinking about you in the shower," he whispered, burying his face into her hair at the side of her neck. "I think we have some unfinished business after the zoo don't we?"
"Is that so?" she smiled, arching her neck and running her free hand up to his damp hair. She loved the passion in his soul, his never ending desire for her.
"What the hell do you have on," he said, standing back from her and running his eyes appreciatively down her body. She and Jess were going out for dinner at their favourite Mexican and had decided to hit a club in town afterwards for old times sake. At the zoo she'd worn her standard FBI uniform of sensible pants and a shirt, but had decided to go basic black for the evening and had changed into a short black skirt and black stay up stockings, a simple black top and sleek knee length stiletto heel boots, all topped off with a long, mid calf black leather coat.
"Jesus Christ baby, are you trying to blow my fucking mind? Why can't you dress for work like this? You'd look like one kick ass FBI agent then," he frowned, before pulling her close to him and slipping her coat off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
"That is one sexy coat, but it has to go," he murmured as he held her body close to his and nuzzled at her neck.
His hands roamed restlessly over her back and down to her ass. "I have half an hour before I have to go and meet Frank. Feel like a quickie?" he whispered.
"Feel like a quickie? What kind of thing is that to say," she replied with feigned indignance. "That's probably the least romantic thing I've ever heard you say Jacob Hood. And we're not even married yet! What happened to seducing me, taking me to our bed for hours?"
His hands roamed upwards and over her breasts while he kissed up the side of her neck to her ear. "Let me make love to you my beautiful woman," he murmured.
"Mmmm," his breath in her ear sent a shiver up her spine. "That's much better," she murmured, "now if you could say it in French, I'd be upstairs in a flash." His hands had pulled her top out from the back of her skirt and she could feel his warm fingers caressing the bare skin of her back, pressing her body into his.
"Permettez-moi de faire l'amour avec vous ma belle femme" he whispered.
"You are such a show off," she laughed. "I just meant in a French accent."
He smiled. "Let me make love to you my beautiful woman," he repeated in English, but this time with a strong French accent.
He whispered the words with his velvet voice directly in her ear, and Rachel felt her body responding to him, a warm, melting feeling between her thighs, her nipples hardening. She pressed close into him and she could feel his cock already thick and anxious against her belly. She could never resist him when he was hard for her.
"Let me put this kettle down," she whispered running a single finger slowly down the length of his back to his belt, "before I spill it everywhere."
"Hurry up, or I'm going to spill everywhere," he replied, his hands on her ass pressing her firmly into him. "It's been three days baby, and after seeing you dressed like this, I'm not going to last if you take too long."
She laughed, pulled away from him a little, her hand in the middle of his chest. "Did you just say to me 'it's been three days' like that's some kind of torture?"
He shrugged his shoulders, looked helpless, "That is some kind of torture sweetheart. You know I want you every day."
"Well you aren't having me every day Dr Hood. I think having to wait three days once in a while is perfectly reasonable."
She pushed him away gently with her hand on his chest and put the kettle on its base, flicked the switch. He raised his eyebrows.
"What?" She said laughing, "I still want some tea and this isn't going to take long by the sound of it." She took out two cups from the cupboard and put a teabag into each one. Went to the fridge and took out the carton of milk, placed it on the bench next to the cups. Finally she turned towards him, backing him up against the opposite kitchen bench, unbuttoning his shirt.
He smiled. "Thank god. You had me worried for a minute."
"So, are we going to do it here, or on the couch or the dining table?" she said seductively, running her hands inside his shirt and over his warm bare chest.
He slipped his arms around her and cupping her ass, lifted her up by her bottom, "wrap your legs around me, I'm taking you upstairs."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Her skirt rode high up her thighs and she enjoyed the feel of his thick erection hard up against her open groin.
"Why taked me upstairs? If we have a quickie in the kitchen I'll get my tea sooner."
He held her hard up against him, his big hands wrapped around her ass. "Matthew has a key and he's home from school by now; he could come in and feed the animals at any time. And this is one biology lesson that I don't imagine Suzanne and Rob want me giving him," he whispered with a laugh.
"Anyhow, I thought quickies weren't romantic enough for you. I thought you just said I had to make passionate love to you in our bed" he said, in perfect Russian.
"I have no idea what you just said," she laughed as he took off with her up the stairs, "but I think you're just showing off again. Was that Russian?"
"Mmmm," he murmured into her neck, nibbling at her ear as he stopped on the landing, pushing her up against the wall and grinding against her. "Sergei taught me Russian one spring break." He unzipped each long boot and slipped them one by one off her feet. "I love these sexy boots."
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor and slowly ran both of her hands over the strong warm muscles of his back. "Are you sure we're going to make it to the bedroom big boy," she teased.
He bent his head to her breast and tweaked her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. It was like an electric shock straight to her groin. She arched her back. "Fuck me here on the stairs," she gasped.
"You are a wanton woman," he whispered. "But I was told before that I have to make love to you in the bedroom, not have a quickie on the stairs."
"Well hurry up and get to the fucking bedroom then," she murmured.
He made it to the top of the stairs in a couple of strides, kicked open the bedroom door and fell backwards onto the bed with her on top of him. Their lips were locked together in a passionate kiss as his hands ran down to her waist. He quickly reached behind her, flicked open the button on her skirt, unzipped it and pulled it down over her hips.
"Stand up," he said, his voice rough with desire, "so I can get this fucking sexy skirt off you." She stood up on the bed, her feet straddling him, and he reached up and pulled both her skirt and black satin panties down her legs until they were resting on his chest.
He looked up at her standing open legged and naked above him, her stay up stockings still hugging her thighs, exposing the naked flesh at the top. He lay back on the bed, slipped his hands behind his head and smiled up at her, narrowing his eyes slyly.
"Now that is one fine view," he murmured appreciatively. "The only thing that could make it better would be if you were completely naked and I could see your beautiful pink nipples.
She looked down at him and after few moments moved her foot trying to get it out of her clothes, "Jacob, I'm not standing here forever for your viewing pleasure, and that enormous tent pole in your pants is begging for my attention."
"No, no, stay as you are," he said, stilling her foot, placing it back down next to him, and running his hands up her stockinged thighs to the warm bare flesh at their top. He caressed her intimately with his long thumbs and spread her open.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, and in one swift move he sat up and traced the outline of her vagina with his tongue.
"Jesus Christ, Jacob" she gasped, as he lapped at her wetness from below, running his tongue along her to her clit and sucking her gently. His hands grasped her buttocks, holding her firm against his mouth, fingers caressing her.
She stood for a few moments, enjoying the unbelievably erotic feel of his lips on her and his tongue in her, but as her arousal grew stronger, she felt her knees beginning to buckle.
"Jake I'm going to fall, my legs are going to give way," she whispered, unable to cope with his skilful mouth stimulating her any longer.
He eased her downwards towards him, and bending her knees, laid her gently on the bed, moving so he was above her. He pulled her skirt and panties off of her feet and tossed them on the floor. Rolled each stocking slowly down her leg to her foot, gently kissing the bare flesh of each leg as he exposed it, before discarding the stockings on the floor with the rest of her clothing, until she was naked from the waist down. He leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue caressing hers and tracing the inside of her mouth in the same way it had just been tracing the inside of her body. She could feel his rigid erection, still trapped inside his pants, as he kissed her and she ran her hands down to his muscular ass, holding him firm against her.
His hands were making quick work of undoing the buttons of her shirt and unclipping her black satin bra, and she was soon completely naked and spread beneath him.
"You are exquisite," he whispered to her in French, "I want you and I want you now." She murmured her approval, struggling with his belt and his pants, trying to free him from his clothing.
"Help me Jake," she whispered, "I need you out of these pants." He moved backwards off the bed, unbuckled his belt and slipped off his pants followed by his trunks.
She looked up at him standing naked and aroused before her and smiled. "Now that is one fine view," she said appreciatively.
"I'm glad you approve," he murmured as he knelt back on the bed and moved up towards her until he was poised between her thighs. She reached down and gripped him firmly, running her thumb over the dripping head of his heavy cock. She could never resist the feel of him hard and alive in her hand, and she watched him frown intensely, watched him bite his bottom lip as she ran her hand along the slick length of his cock. She loved to watch the arousal on his face. "Let me do this, I want to watch you come on my belly," she whispered.
"Rachel," he gasped, nostrils flaring, "I want you to, but I need to be in you. Let me fuck you."
His eyes were black with desire and she felt wanted and sexy in his hands. He ran his big warm palms over her body, her breasts, her belly, down to her hips and under her buttocks, lifting her up to him.
"Yes," she murmured, gliding her own hands up her body to her breasts and flicking her hard nipples with her thumbs. He groaned at the sight and gritted his teeth, plunging into her deep and hard.
"Jacob," she gasped, and moving her hands to his waist, pulled him down onto her. She arched her hips up to him and wrapped her legs around his, her heels digging into the back of his thighs, moving with him as he rammed into her passionately.
"I love the feel of your bare cock in me," she murmured as he caressed her body with his hands, kissing and sucking her breasts, the feel of his tongue on her nipples sending jolts of electricity to her groin.
"I'll remind you of that on June 12 when you're in the middle of labour" he whispered.
"It's ok, I'll be having a c-section," she replied, eyes closed.
"I don't think so," he breathed
"Oh, I do sweetheart." She arched her back and thrust her hips up to him, gripping his back with her fingers.
"Wait baby," he murmured, stilling his thrusts and moving his hands up to her hair. He held her face in his hands and kissed her cheeks and her eyes and her forehead.
"I'm going to come unless you slow down. You have no idea how fucking fantastic it feels to be inside you. I could stay like this forever." He stopped kissing her and looked deep into her eyes.
"I love you so much Rachel. You have me by the heart and by the balls; you know that don't you?"
She ran her hands up to his face. Traced the outline of his cheekbones with her thumbs. "Let's not wait to get married," she whispered. "Let's just do it soon before I start to show. I want us to be married before the baby's born."
He smiled. "You have to know that is the sexiest thing you've ever said to me." He kissed her fingers as they traced his lips, his tongue touching the pads of her fingertips. "How about two weeks on Saturday?"
"That's pretty short notice."
"Do you have anything else on that day?"
"Well no, but…"
He shrugged, "well nor do I, so it sounds perfect"
She shook her head, "I'm not sure we can organise it all in two weeks, but if that's what you want…"
He bent his head and nuzzled the side of her neck, "you know it is," he whispered into her ear.
"Ok then. Two weeks on Saturday." She arched her neck as he nibbled at her ear lobe. "And seeing as I'm giving you what you want, I think you should give me what I want."
"Anything for you my beautiful, what do you want?" he murmured as he ran a line of kisses down the front of her neck.
"I want you to do the thing."
"The thing?" He lapped at the hollow at the base of her throat.
"You know, the grinding thing you do," she thrust her hips up against his, "and I want to feel you come inside me hard and fast and hot."
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, flicked his hips against her, grinding his pubic bone against hers, massaging her clit with the base of his cock.
She gasped, "God, yes, that's the one."
And as he moved slowly against her, each deep, long stroke caressing her nerves with his body, she felt her orgasm building inside her. She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back, giving him absolute control of her body.
"Fuck, I can feel you baby" he murmured. "Come for me. Come for me hard."
He bent his dark head to her breast and sucked and tongued her nipple as he thrust deep and hard inside her. Her nerves were on fire.
"Don't ever, ever stop doing this to me Jake, I love you, you make me…." And then she just groaned, unable to speak as he controlled every fibre of her being.
Her toes contracted and she felt her release spark along the muscles of her inner thighs to her groin and then hang there, teasing, dancing a slow dance of seduction with the burning hot feeling in her vagina, until the two met and embraced and exploded, wracking her body with waves of pulsing pleasure.
"Rachel," he gasped, feeling her every muscle contract and pulse around his cock, sucking him deep into her, caressing him like a million fingers, like a million tongues. He slid his hands down to her hips, his fingernails digging desperately into the soft flesh of her buttocks. He rammed into her hard, trying to get ever closer to her until the build up of intense sensation in his body became too much, the muscles of his ass contracted and on a wave of sheer ecstasy, he pumped his release deep and hard inside her.
...
They lay wrapped together, breathing heavily. Her head was on his chest and she could hear his heart pounding. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her arm, unable to stop touching her skin.
"Good god, Jake" she finally gasped. It's literally impossible to have a quickie with you isn't it?"
"Jesus Christ," he said laughing. "You told me you didn't want a quickie. You said that was the least romantic thing I'd ever said to you."
"Well it was, but now you're going to be late. You mustn't keep the Director waiting," she teased.
"Frank can fucking wait," he said languidly. "I can't even walk right now. Anyway, he'll understand when I explain that I was busy having hot sex with my handler. He's always been understanding like that. Ever since we had to share a dorm room in college. He and Sergei spent plenty of time waiting for me while I learnt French."
She laughed.
"No really," he said. "There was a French exchange student who was teaching me to speak French and the boys thought we were having sex. But honestly, we weren't, she was just teaching me the language. But because Frank & Sergei thought we were getting it on, if I hung a tie on the door handle of the dorm, they would disappear and leave us alone for a few hours. To this day, they still insist we were at it all the time. Still don't believe me."
She laughed. "I think I'm more inclined to agree with them on this one. I think they and I both know what you're like."
He held up his hands. "No, honestly," he said, "how do you think I became an accomplished French linguist."
"Although she did teach me a thing or two about fellatio in between the language lessons," he added in French, with a laugh.
Rachel smiled and tapped him on the nose. "So she taught you to be a cunning linguist not just a French one."
"Rachel! That is such a terrible old joke. I can't believe you said that"
Then he stopped and frowned, looked at her suspiciously.
"Oh, did I not mention that I speak French as well," she giggled.
"You cheeky little minx," he laughed. "Anyhow, I'd better go and have another shower. I can't really go to the club smelling of perfume and sex." He stretched his arms above his head, yawned. "I'd rather stay here with you though. Let's just blow everyone else off and stay in bed."
"No love, we need to go. I need to talk to Jess tonight."
"Why?"
"Just girl stuff."
"Girl stuff? What, you need Jessica to convince you that marrying me and having my baby is not such a terrible idea after all," he laughed.
She shrugged.
"What? He frowned at her absence of denial. "Surely you're not serious?"
"Don't be silly, I just need to talk to my friend that's all."
"Yep," he rubbed his face in frustration. "Well I just hope she's got something useful to say to you, because I'm done with talking. I thought setting the wedding date meant you were ok with everything."
"I am ok with everything," she replied defensively. "I just want to talk to Jess that's all. Surely I'm allowed a little space occasionally."
He snorted. "Oh, don't worry. I'll give you as much space as you like, darling. I'm going to have a shower."
She watched his sexy naked butt disappear into the ensuite bathroom and sighed.