Rule Number 4
When having sex with your spouse, try to focus, focus and focus. That means less chance of you calling your spouse, your new lover's name. And do try to minimize the rough sex with your new lover if it leaves marks. That means love-bites or hickeys are a no-no.
Leah's POV
My life has changed so much since Aiden came into it. I find myself smiling a lot more than I used to. Everyone has noticed the change in me including Jacob. For the last three weeks Jake has been up my ass; always asking where I'm going and who I was going to meet. I just tell him to go fuck himself and walk out the door. I haven't slept with him since that night he had me bent over our sofa, and I could tell he was becoming frustrated. I personally could care less, now he had a small taste of what my year has felt like. Constantly wanting his attention while endlessly being undervalued. I was currently lying in bed with his most prized appendage poking me in my ass, making me astutely aware of its desire for my attention.
"Leah" Jacob breathed into my neck, his hands running up and down the length of my body. I guess that was his way of letting me know he was in the mood. And as usual I wasn't.
"Jacob stop I'm trying to sleep" I really needed to sleep-in this morning, Aiden and I had stayed up late last night watching movies at his house.
"Come on Leah we haven't done anything in forever." He whined like a spoiled child.
"Jacob leave me alone." I demand, as I shove him back with my shoulder. He huffs falling back to the bed. After a few seconds the bed shifts again as he gets up, to start his day I assume. Thinking his destination is the shower to cool himself down, I snuggle back under the covers to continue my sleepy time, until the sound of an ear shattering crash, informs me otherwise. I turn around to see Jacob standing over our newly broken lamp.
"What the hell Jacob," I screech.
"Who is he," Jacob growls?
"I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you talking about "I feign ignorance?
"The guy you've been spreading your legs for, the guy you've been fucking behind my back. "He says threw his clenched teeth. I lay there completely in shock. I had been hanging out with Aiden a lot, I'll admit, but that didn't mean I'd slept with him. I was so angry at his insinuation that I didn't even dignify his question with a response. Swiftly realizing that my slumber was officially over, I got out of the bed; walk around him to my closet, grab a pair of sweats and a lose t-shirt to slip on and proceed to leave him alone to continue his tantrum. Just as I'm about to walk out the bedroom door, Jacob grabs my arm spinning me around to face him. Contrite he asks, "Where are you going," as his voice softens?
"Let me go Jacob" I whisper. Not really wanting to fight with him, but here lately that seeming to be all we do. And frankly, I was tired of the drama, every time he gets mad he says the most horrible things.
"Leah I'm sorry." I scoff at his use of his famous line.
"I don't care Jacob all you do is hurt me, let me go" I insist while trying to escape his grip. I look up at his face, when he refuses to relinquish his hold. There's no longer a trace of his earlier anger, it has been replaced with an emotion I don't recognize, something I can't quite put my finger on.
"Leah," he stresses out my name. "I'm sorry," he repeatedly cries. Ugh, was that all he could say. He tried pulling me into a hug, but of course I refused to let him. He pulls back and intensely looks me in the eyes. My ambivalence to his apology must have triggered his latent possessive/dominant side again. And before I knew it, he was dragging me back me to our bed. It didn't take long for him to free me of my sweats and underwear. In one desperate motion he hitches my legs onto his shoulders, burying his face between my legs. I cried out loud when his mouth finds my clit sucking on it hard, the sensations sending shockwaves through my body. I grab him by his hair in an effort to pull him away; not wanting to go down that road of angry sex that never solves anything, but giving me good orgasms. Only to change course as waves of pleasure wash over me, clutching his head in my hands. I instead bring him closer; keeping him where my body wants him most.
I know you're probably judging me right now and that's OK. You're probably saying to yourself, "SHE IS WAY TOO EASY." I get it, trust me I do. But before you get out your pitch forks and burning crosses, consider that you were the one forced to spend a year having bad sex and absolutely NO cunnilingus attention whatsoever and then tell me how gung ho you'll be to turn it away. See my dilemma? So, choosing to fulfill my body's need, I surrender to his ministrations. He thrust two fingers into me heightening my desire and pushing me swiftly towards completion. Jacob sensing that my climax is near, begins thrusting his fingers faster, harder. The combination of his final suck to my c*lit, a swirl of his tongue, and the speed of his thrust, push me over the edge. With my eyes squeezed tightly together; I cum really hard moaning the name of the one man who has singularly captivated my thoughts for weeks.
"Aiddeeen!"
It took me a few seconds after my legs stopped shaking and my panting breaths evened out to realize what I've just done. While hoping against hope, Jacob didn't hear my slip up. Prying my eyes open, I venture a look down to my now rigid husband. Who's frozen in place, eyes blazing like the gates of hell, with his fingers still in my wet pussy. His mouth is hanging slightly open registering his complete and utter shock at this turn of events. He is totally pissed and all my mind can seem to coherently communicate in this absolute fuckery is, Uh-oh!
I wanted thank my wonderful beta MistressOfCeremony for helping me improve my story. So what do you think? How is Leah going to get herself out of this one? What do you think Jacob going to do? Please comment and tell you what think. And also the story is in the middle of an rewrite, check out chapter one and two in tell me what you think.
