The remainder of my sentence was both the most loving, and most gruelling. Jake and I developed our relationship well. We were deeply in love, and showed it to each other regularly. Very regularly! I wasn't unaware of what was to happen though. While my sentence was 6 months, Jake still had 6 years to go with all of his counts, some legitimate and some not.
No, I thought. There's no way this is going to end with me just leaving him in here. Whatever little contact was allowed with the outside world, I used it to contact my colleagues. They were confused as to my zealous interest in this particular man's case, but nevertheless helped me to get an appeals process going and a reinvestigation into the evidence.
In the meantime, Jake and I loved each other as much as we could. We had our plans, but we knew it would take time. We knew it would be very hard. But it was worth it. I wanted him forever.
He didn't always enter me. Over time with so much loving, my bum would eventually pain and he gave me time to heal. But we definitely loved each other in other ways each night, taking each other in our mouth, stroking each other, cuddling, kissing, tickling and having fun together. It was an enchanted time, even though we were in prison. There were many harsh days in prison, but our love grew so strong, none of it truly phased us. As long as we could survive through the day and be in each other's arms in the end, we were more than grateful.
As the dreaded morning drew closer for when I would be released, we loved each other more and more. We didn't sleep the whole night on the eve of my release. We just kept loving each other. My bum pained like hell, but I didn't care. I needed him to know how madly in love I am with him. He is my world. He was in me the whole night. I lost count how many times he erupted, but all his seed had been spent until by morning, his orgasms would release no more than a tiny drop. I was pretty much in the same state. The way his thick strong body rubbed at my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him, was electrifying. As tired and drenched as our love made us, we forced ourselves, we found the energy and kept loving each other again and again. In our passion, I cried the whole night as we made love, and my big, tough, strong Jake, cried as well. They're going to keep us apart. I won't know if he'd be okay, if he'd be safe. It was all terribly overwhelming. We kissed long and hard, parting lips only when we absolutely needed to breathe. After hours of skin contact, our arms and thighs began to get sensitive, abraded and red. Eventually the pain exceeded the pleasure, but I didn't care.
"You just stay in me you hear! Don't you dare get out of me!" I asserted.
'Yes baby!" Jake complied. Even his dick was sore from all the friction. But we didn't care at all. We loved each other till the last second we could, before getting up.
In the morning I grabbed our sheets and folded and kept them for myself. Jake accompanied me as far as he could to the processing centre. I was already well into a depression even before parting with him. We had reached as far as we could go together, he hugged me, "Take care Daniel," and he looked into my eyes, "We will be together again soon," he nodded reassuringly, trying to give me some strength.
I hugged him, "Be safe, please," and I walked away as fast as I could.
I was free. A friend of mine picked me up in my own car. I dropped him off at his house, stopped and bought groceries, and went home. My friend had thankfully gotten it cleaned. I walked in with my groceries, put the kettle on and just collapsed on the couch. The TV didn't work yet. I sat in silence, holding the folded sheets of my Jake, rubbing my face in them, breathing in his sweaty beautiful scent. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.
No, this is not the end. After regaining myself, I resolved to work on Jakes case. My colleagues gave me as much information as possible. My credibility at court was tarnished due to my criminal record. They helped me very well.
