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Jacob's p.o.v
"Spill...."
"So....."I trail pressing the phone against my flaming hot cheeks as I squiggle around the find the most comfortable side of my body to lay on, but is there really any part that doesn't remind me of anything?
"Wedidit" I quickly spill the words out and squeeze my eyes shot as I feel heat rush to my cheeks, "please don't scream-.."
"AAaaaAAAhhh..."
"O-oh my God" I sigh at Dea's reaction letting the blanket swallow me whole and I move the phone away from my ear to protect my eardrums. "How was it? Did he rearrange your insides? You said he was blessed so the real question is can he use it? Did you love it? Oh my God, tell me everything, aaaAAAaah."
This is embarrassing, I'm not that bold yet...
"Jaaakeeee" she whines on the other end, "are you still there? Girl, tell me how it all went. Answer my questions, was it gooood?" she shrieks as I reach for a pillow shyly.
"Y-yes" I stammer with my nose buried into the pillow Art slept on, it smells like angels. "Yes, yes and yes. It was amazing, Dea" comes flying out of my mouth dreamily as all the events of last night play out in the back of my mind and Dea screams louder this time.
"Wow....that good? I'm so happy for you, best friend. Welcome to the club, we can finally talk about sex and gossip about niggas" she exclaims contentedly and I shake my head, "but I ain't getting none right now so the floor is yours. Give me all the details."
"Details?" I ask curiously and she hums on the other end, "like what."
"Details like how many times y'all have done it, what's your favorite position. How are you feeling right now, when did it happen " she says rather rapidly and the crazy voice in my head is quick to answer every single one of the questions.
Once.....the wall....blessed....
All I can do is bashfully drown in embarrassment. "W-well, it happened after we left the beach last night and....and.." I say the last part slowly and stop when the sudden humming sounds in the room catch my attention. Oh, Art's here. Dea won't be getting details anytime soon.
"He's there?" Dea asks curiously.
"Uh huh" I hum pushing the blanket off my face to get a peak of Art when he starts singing and I just have to giggle at the sight.
"What is he doing."
"He's singin- oh he's dancing too..... and it's so funny" I whisper through giggles with my hand over my mouth.
"Bitch don't kill my vibe, ay.....hmm hmm ay ay. I can feel your energy from two planets away......
Well, someone is in a very good mood this morning, considering the fact that his hair was a mess and some even curled up into little balls.
This morning I was first to wake up in Art's arms, naked. Before doubt about anything that happened could fill my thoughts, he moved slightly and his manhood grazed my bare skin causing not only shivers to go up my spine, but also a sting that almost made me cry out in pain.
The aftermath is not very pretty to endure, I know that now.
Since I was little spoon, I slowly moved onto my back and lifted the comforter up to easily turn towards Art, but stopped midway at the sight of my own skin.
My skin looked like I was caught in a deadly fight, a fight that I lost. My whole body was and still is covered in hickeys, big and small. From my ankle to my chest, my arms, my waist and my butt? Arthur is either a leach or a vampire that was trying to suck my blood out.
I remember wanting to get out of bed some hours ago, but my legs weren't working with me and I laid back down and drifted back off into a deep sleep. Art must've got up in the meantime to make breakfast as he usually does.
I couch guiltily when I notice a bitemark on his shoulder and the scratches on his back because I know perfectly well how, when and why they got there. This catches Art's attention and he stops.
With a lovely smile exposing his bright white teeth and sparkling eyes, he turns around facing me, "good morning, baby" he greets me merrily walking towards me in a sensual way that could undoubtfully make it seem like he's doing it in slow-motion.
"Hi" my already intimidated self waves shyly trying to cover my torso with the blanket and he pecks my lip.
"How'd you sleep" he utters caressing the nape of my neck and I groan dramatically at the sensation.
"Great....still a bit tired" I answer trying not to let my eyes wander all over his body when he sits down. Don't be a perv, Jake.
"I'm making breakfast. Toasted marshmallows with chocolate or strawberry with whipped cream on your waffles?" he questions stroking my growling stomach at the mention of food.
"Both please and a mix of strawberry and chocolate" I exclaim clapping my hands and Art laughs, "I better get up before I fall asleep again. Can you get me a towel? I'm n-naked" I whisper the last part and he gets up to get it.
"Need any help?" he asks opening the towel so I can walk into it and I shake my head. "I will manag-", I try to say, but before I can finish, I move the blanket to get up and yelp at the sudden pain in my back.
"Ouch."
"Hey, you okay?" Art asks immediately rushing towards me and I nod in embarrassment, "shit, uh, hold up, you sure you're good? Fuck, I should've helped....wait let me lift you up" he stammers going into full panic mode.
"Art...Art, I'm okay" I attempt to convince him, but that doesn't faze him at all because he literally lifts me up as if I weight nothing, "Art, I'm really fine" I cup his cheeks to look him in the eyes when I straddle him, "I swear" I add softly and he takes a deep breath.
"You sure? You don't need any medicine?" he asks once again and I nod, "I uh...I wasn't too rough?"
"N-no, you were perfect and I loved it. You even took care of me after I passed out so thank you for that. As for....you know...i-it does sting a little, but that's it" I tell him softly and he kissed my forehead.
"Good, cause I bought something to reduce the pain and I rubbed some on you last night. I guess it worked. We could have a hot shower together, that might help too."
"Yes please. I'm really tired and my back hurts a lot. I can't even walk, I think I'll need weeks to recover" I pout and frown when he snickers.
"Damn, I fucked up your walk?" he manages to say in-between laughs as if he isn't the owner of the gigantic monster that took my ability to walk. It could've easily ripped me apart, you know.
"Eep, don't say stuff like that, Art. You're my boyfriend now so you have to be nice to me. Also, you can't use curse words" I huff crossing my arms over my chest.
"Hypocrite" he murmurs lowly.
"Hypocrite? Why?"
"You think I ain't hear it last night? Ah, Art, please.... more...fuck your waves?" he muffles out as I try my hardest to press my hand over his mouth, "yeah, acting all innocent but you're freaky as hell. My waves suffered last night" he laughs and I hit him softly with a blush. How did he hear that. Was I that loud?
"O-okay, how about this. Uhm, you can use curse words only when it's very necessary" I say shyly and he pecks my pouty lips.
"Aight I'll try, but I can't promise you anything, baby" he laughs throwing me over his shoulder and that makes my pout dissipate.
"Oh my God, y'all are fucking again?" a voice startles me and Art picks the phone up that was face-down on the bed, "Get it, Jake. Y'all are crazyyy" she exclaims when Art brings the phone closer to my ear.
"W-what, n-no.....no, we're not uhm doing t-that" I stammer clearing my throat and Art chuckles. "Dea, I'll facetime you with my new number later okay? Okay, bey" I end the call and throw Art's phone onto the bed. I wrap the towel Art brought me around my middle and he helps me to the bathroom.
"Aren't the waffles going to get cold?" I ask Art as we make our way into the bathroom.
"Nope, didn't make them yet. I was just vibing to some music while I was stirring the batter" he shrugs and places me on top of the sink. I wet my toothbrush with a lot of effort and Art puts toothpaste for me. When he's done, I wet it again and then brush for some time.
"So...." he starts as his hands stroke my belly so passionately, "....the condom broke last night" he reveals and I stop abruptly.
"Oh" I say looking down. So I wasn't crazy because I really felt something. "Is that bad?"
"Naah, it's nothing serious. It's just that your mom wanted us to wear one, but it ain't our fault that it broke. At least we tried" he chuckles with his hands on my sides as I continue to brush, "Besides, it's not like you can get pregnant" he laughs.
"Right? I'm a boy" I giggle at the stupid thought and rinse my mouth. Something like that is impossible, but it's a nice thought although I'm not ready for children yet. That's a plan for the future.
My thoughts get interrupted when he suddenly hugs my back and put his head on my shoulder making me smile. He makes me feel so safe and protected.
"You sure I didn't hurt you last night?" he mumbles against my skin and I nod without hesitation.
"You didn't" I whisper. Last night was perfect. Scratch that, yesterday was perfect. It's easily the best day of my life so far and I have a strong feeling that I'll be saying the same thing about every single day from now on. Art's just like that. I really never thought that I'd be this lucky.
"I loved every part about it and I wouldn't change it for the world" I tell him truthfully.
"I'm glad to hear that" he says releasing my middle, "come on, lets go shower" he says taking my towel. He too takes his off exposing himself and he helps me into the shower after.
"I can manage" I say softly looking up at Art when the bottom of my feet hits the cold tiles in the bath, but he puts one hand on the small of my back to help keep me balanced and turns on the hot water. As soon as it soaks into my hair, I throw my head back welcoming it onto my face. Yes, just the perfect temperature.
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At least a half hour later and the shower's still running. All you can hear is the sound of my giggles, Art's laughs and the hot shower running. We've been showering and playing for a while now and it even got to the point where we played a serious game of tic-tac-toe on the shower glass.
"I win" I say proudly after winning again for the third time in the row and Art throws his head back as if he's frustrated and I giggle.
"I almost had it though" he tries to convince himself but I shake my head and he stares at me with his eyebrows up before slowly cornering me against the glass.
"How you so good at it, hmm?" he asks before attacking my neck area with a bunch of kisses making me red because I'm laughing so hard.
We kiss for a short moment and I pull away just to ask, "let me wash you." With my puppy eyes, I look up at him and quickly turn him around myself when that distracts him. Art can never say no to the puppy eyes.
He hands me the sponge to scrub him and a gasp leave my mouth when my eyes fall on his wet back. Not realizing that the sponge has slipped off, I trace the fresh marks with my fingers slipping off into thoughts as well.
My fingernails were buried in his back last night. No wonder it looks like this. I didn't think they would leave a mark, but they did and it looks painful.
Not really knowing what to do, I quickly wrap my arms around his middle and hug him, "I'm sorry" I whisper with my eyes closed and I feel him turn around. "I just, I-I...didn't mean to do that with your back...."
I feel him wrap his muscular arms around me when I sniffle and I look up at him with watery eyes. They're slightly open because of the water pouring down on us.
"You seen me complain about this?" he questions brushing my wet hair back and I shake my head, "then it doesn't bother me. To be honest, it makes me feel like I've done what's right. I made you feel good like I said I would. I did right?"
"Y-you really did" I whisper poking his chest and he laughs leaning onto me when he licks his lips, "I felt grea- hmmm" comes out muffled when he closes the small gap between us and takes my lip into his.
The kiss is incredibly sweet and sensual just like the first one, but somehow it still manages to get me worked up. My arms unconsciously go around his neck when my back meets with the glass because I know exactly what is about to come and I'm craving for it.
I want it...I want it so bad...Yes, my legs gave out, but I'll be fine after a good rest right? It would be a shame to be crippled forever just because I can't deny another round of hot and steamy se-...
I giggle at the ticklish feeling when Art kisses my shoulder, my neck and jaw. He makes circular motions with his tongue on my collarbone making me super sensitive. 'How come he knows my body more than I do' I mentally question myself, but it remains unanswered as soon as my earlobe goes into his mouth and his wandering fingers twist my nipples.
Yes, I'm definitely in the mood now.
"P-put it... put it in" I whisper close to his ear with one leg up and my back already pressed against the shower glass, but he moves back and gives me a doubtful look, "I'll be fine" I add pulling him closer and he kisses my forehead telling me to wait before walking out.
I stand there fumbling with my bottom lip until he comes back with the tube thingy we used last night. As soon as he's close, I pounce on him. I put my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer so he can kiss me even more.
Moments later, he squeezes the lube into his hand. He puts some on himself first and then he preps me up with his finger. When it's good enough, he lifts me up against the glass and I bite my lip preparing myself for what's coming. I gasp at the contact of his manhood and my wet hole as he lines himself up.
"A-aah" I moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure when the tip slowly slips in until I'm completely full causing my eyes to roll back. This feels so good. Especially how Art is whispering in my ear. He's so concerned, but compared to yesterday, it went in without effort this time. I can finally take it.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck as the tight grip of his fingers on my asscheeks spread me open. Last night was wonderful, but right now everything is so much slower and steamy and all I can do is howl Art's name in pleasure.
"You like that?" he whispers going the slowest he's ever gone hitting all the perfect spots inside my body.
"Aah, uhu....I do. P-please, Art....fa-faster" I plead but that only makes him go even slower and even deeper than before making me crazy.
Close your eyes and just imagine being held by the one while you're passionately being made love to in your favorite position. Just imagine them whispering in your ear while the hot water continuously pours down onto your connected bodies and hearts.
I'm not sure about anyone else, everyone is different, but to me, it's everything. To me, it's something I want to grasp onto and never let go. I've never endured anything like this in my entire life and now that it's here, now that he's all mine, I'll keep him to myself.
A slow thrust followed by another one and I gasp whenever he hits my already bruised sweetspot. I'm extremely sensitive so when he suddenly lets one of my legs go and lifts the other one higher causing his long pulsating shaft to rearrange my guts, I let my head down and close my eyes feeling my orgasm builds up.
"Shit" Art curses and something about the way he said it makes me moan too. Every single one of his grunts makes me moan. It makes me feel like I'm doing something right. It lets me know that he's enjoying this as much as I am.
"I-I" I whimper biting my lips and he continues. "Aah, I'm g-going to...hmm A-Art" I moan biting my lip at the sensation mixed with everything that's just so perfect, "Art, p-please" I plead him when he thrusts in deeply, but doesn't pull out. He stays right there with so much pressure on my sweetspot causing my eyes to roll back and my legs to tremble uncontrollably as I clutch onto his body for dear life.
As soon as the white substance comes oozing out of me, Art groans at the tightness and before we both know what is happening, he comes deep inside my stomach as if his one mission is to impregnate me. He stays right there while we hold each other in a very tight embrace.
Can this never end.
It takes a while later before we both calm down. This time a condom isn't in there holding it back so when Art carefully pulls out, it flows down onto my inner thighs.
I take a deep breath when Art brushes my hair back and kisses my temple, "I'mma clean you up" he tells me and I nod keeping my hand on his shoulder. I don't think I can feel my legs.
Oh, well...
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"Can we just sit the whole day? I'm tired" I whine as I lay on my stomach on the couch after eating a whole plate of waffles and drank juice. I don't feel like doing anything. To be honest, I can't really do anything. My legs aren't working right now.
"You don't wanna go for a walk?" Art asks pulling me on top of him when he sits down and I squint my eyes at him. Is he trying to troll me?
"Walk?" and his hand instantly goes up.
"Shit, I forgot that you couldn't walk. I could give you a piggyback ride to check the area out and then we could go get something to eat later on. We have the whole weekend to ourselves and we gotta see everything before we leave" he states and I move a bit closer to properly put my head on his lap. That doesn't sound too bad. It's like we're on a honeymoon, but just as boyfriends.
"Okay, piggyback ride sounds fun" I nod rubbing my eyes tiredly, "can we go back to the beach too? I'll try to swim this time."
"Yeah. We'll go for a real swim this time" he answers and we both turn towards the hall that leads to the door when the bell rings. Both Art and I get up and I quickly stop him from getting the door.
"Wait, I'll wear something appropriate. I didn't know you were expecting anyone" I whisper pointing to his shirt that have on and it ends right under my butt that is covered by my boyshorts.
"It's aight, they just brought me something, they won't be coming in. Go sit down. I'll be right back" he utters walking backwards towards the door and I carefully sit down covering myself as much as I can waiting for him.
It doesn't take long before he returns, but this time he's holding a grey box with a cute bow in his hand making me curious.
"What's that?" I ask scooting over when he puts it on the table.
"A gift" he says and my eyes widen. Wow, they brought him a gift?
"For you?"
"Nope, it's yours, but you gotta close your eyes" he says looking around and he asks a question, but the box has my full attention. What could be in such a big box? "Fuck it. I'll just cover your eyes with my hands, I can't find anything" I hear him say and I flinch when the box moves a little.
"Babe, what is in it? It's moving" I whisper when the box moves again and he chuckles.
"You gotta see for yourself. It'll ruin the surprise if I tell you. Come on, get up" he says pulling me up by my arm and I bite my lip in nervousness, "you gotta feel whatever's inside it and guess."
"Is it safe?" I whisper and he nods. I
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