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He gently lowers my legs and lifts me from the bench and sits me upright, my hands resting on his broad shoulders, his body positioned in between my legs. I feel his need, his cock hard and pulsating in his jeans, so I lower my hands and open his button and fly, then push his jeans and underwear down over his hips until they fall down his tanned, muscular legs.
I wrap my hand around his hard muscle; it is huge, and it throbs as I pump it a few times in my palm. His head drops to my neck, where he kisses and nips at my skin, and his hands once again grab my ass. He slides me forward off the bench, and I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on tight.
He pulls back and takes my lips in his, and our tongues dance against each other’s, both demanding, wanting, and needing each other. The insane pull I have toward this man is clearly reciprocated because he can’t get enough of me either.
He walks a few steps and pushes me against the wall, and cupping my ass, he lifts me into position, and without a moment's hesitation, slams into me. The pleasurable pain has me holding my breath. He fills me with every inch of him and begins to fuck me hard against the kitchen wall, and it is all I can do to hang on and enjoy the ride.
His power and need are all-consuming, and my body rocks against the wall as I take all of him, over and over and over again. His arm muscles are flexing as he holds me tight, and his ab muscles tense as he continues his assault.
I can feel my pleasure building again, my head falling back against the wall, his mouth now back to my neck, licking and sucking my skin. My hands run through his hair, and I get lost in our frantic pace. Our bodies are covered in sweat, our skin is slapping against each other, and we are in a rhythm I have never found with anyone else.
“Yes… Jake.” I barely am able to pant out, because he is totally consuming me. He is taking everything I have and giving me everything he has in return.
“Fuck, Belle, fuck, fuck fuck,” he says, and as our orgasms build, our body’s tremble, and we explode together, both of us breathless, shaking and totally and utterly sated.
I drop my head to his shoulders. I am panting, out of breath, and exhausted. I peek up and look at the kitchen; raspberries, flour, and food are spread out, but I no longer have an urge to bake. It appears that I now have found my second stress reliever, who goes by the name of Jake.
“Baby girl, that was…” Jake trails off as he kisses my shoulders, then neck, and I pull back to look at him.
“I know,” I whisper back, no other words needed.
Kicking off his jeans, he keeps me in his arms and walks me to my bathroom, turning on the shower. He walks us both into the water, me still with my legs wrapped around his waist, my feet still not touching the floor. Him with one hand firmly gripping on my ass, the other rubbing up and down my back. I bury my head into the crook of his neck, and the two of us remain silent, knowing that we are both too far gone to even contemplate a life without the other.
* * *
After a small nap in each other's arms after the shower, I am now back in the kitchen making dad’s raspberry pie, while Jake is chopping more wood and setting the open fire. We haven’t said too much to each other since this morning. We can’t keep our hands to ourselves, and the pull we have toward each other has startled both of us.
With the pie now in the oven, and dinner all but prepared, I grab a bottle of red wine, and along with two glasses, I take it outside to the deck. It is cool, so I grab a throw blanket and drape it around myself, sitting on the outdoor chair and sipping my wine while watching Jake finish chopping the last of the firewood.
I have no idea what tomorrow is going to hold for me, and I haven’t thought a lot about what my next steps will be. I love my business and D.C., but my heart has exploded with love here in Hancock for not just with the town, the cabin, and of course, my sexy neighbor, but also with myself. I just feel like a better version of myself here. It is peaceful, I am not as stressed, I feel happy and content.
I sip my wine, looking out at the sunset and am lost in thought as Jake comes to join me.
“Got things on your mind, baby girl?” he quizzes me, and I give him a soft smile. It astounds me really at how perfect he is. A man who has only been in my life for such a short time, is looking after me, listening to me, asking me about what I want, or what I need. In comparison, Richard never asked me anything about what I wanted. He always thought of himself and never thought about me or my needs. With Jake, it is like the complete opposite. He will give me anything and more. Even after only a few weeks, I already know the kind of man he is, the kind who will cherish me.
“Always, I always have things on my mind Jake. But I have to say, being here in the fresh air and peace and quiet helps to calm me.”
“I think the cabin is good for you. You’re relaxed here, you seem happy here.”
“I am. I feel like for the first time I belong somewhere. It’s weird, I can’t explain it.”
“I know, I get the same feeling. It is why I come back here all the time; it is why I like the place so much.”
I look over at him, and he is looking right at me. He reaches out his hand, and I grab it in mine. We continue to sit in peaceful silence, sipping our wine, our hands remaining together as we watch the sun slowly set on another day.
27
Jake
After another amazing night in Belle’s bed, I reluctantly left her this morning so I can pack my things and secure my cabin, ready to leave for Boston later today. I haven’t told her that I am leaving. I don't know what is going to happen with the two of us, but I know this won’t be goodbye. Something shifted with us yesterday, something big. To be honest, it scared me a little. I was glad she needed wood for the fire last night, so I could take a moment outside and gather my thoughts.
I take my time walking back over to Belle’s cabin. I have spent the past two nights with her there, and there is nowhere else I would rather be. I look around at the trees, enjoying the serenity and peacefulness of the place. I do love it here, and although I love my job and the boys, living in Boston no longer has the same appeal as it once did. Stepping onto her deck, I notice that the door is open, so I walk in and smell the most amazing, fresh bakery scent right here in her cabin.
The table is overflowing with breakfast. Hot coffee is on, freshly baked bread is ready, the sun is streaming in through the windows; the cabin looks amazing. She has homemade jam and freshly squeezed juice. I am unsure how she did all this in the few hours since I left but fuck if I am not impressed. She is standing in the kitchen, grinning at me, her eyes sparkling in delight, and it is contagious because I smile back at her just as wide.
“God, woman, you are spoiling me.” I stalk over to her and kiss her hard like I haven’t seen her in months, not just hours. Picking her up, I place her on the kitchen bench, my body settling in between her legs as I continue to kiss her, not wanting to stop. I notice her phone on the bench next to us, and it is constantly buzzing. She is ignoring it, but it annoys the fuck out of me, so pull back from our kiss and pick it up. The name I see on the screen makes me laugh.
“Little Dickie?” I say to her, my eyes questioning hers.
