Page 67 of June: Jess' Story

“Hey, I’m pretty exhausted. I’m heading to bed.”

“Of course. I just wanted to make sure you’ve got everything you need.” There’s an almost sad look to her expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Definitely not fine.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup,” her voice trembles. Definitely not sure. I advance a couple steps and pull her into my arms before she gets a chance to protest.

“Come here,” I whisper gently over her head. I feel her shoulders start to quietly shake. I don’t shush her, or really try to calm her. I just let her cry while I hold her. And then, I’m walking her to my bedroom, and away from hers.

I sit down on the bed, and pull her to stand between my legs. I run my hands up and down her back as she continues to hang her head against my shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask after a couple minutes. She shakes her head and I pull her up, into my lap in return. She comes easily, so I scoot back and make room for her. With her in my lap, her head on my chest, I rub her back. Long strokes up and down. She still has the monitor in her hand so I take it from her, putting it on my bedside table.

“Do you want to shower or take a bath?” I offer.

“No,” she says quietly. I want to ask if she wants to stay here, but then if I ask, she might say no. So I won't ask again. I just continue stroking her back, and eventually the silent crying ceases. Her breathing evens out and her body feels lax in my arms. She fell asleep. On me. In our bed. I get a little bit hard at the thought.

I hold her just a little bit longer, making sure she’s deep asleep, and then I lay her out on the bed. I adjust the pillows and pull the covers out from under her body, covering her.

Obviously the gentlemanly thing to do would be to go sleep in a different room. But I won’t be doing that. Instead, I turn off her bedside lamp, use the restroom and get ready for sleep. And then I’m crawling into bed beside her in nothing but my boxers.

I pull her body up against mine and settle into the perfect feeling of her entwined with me. Her limbs —her life— tangled with mine. It’s fucking perfect.We’refucking perfect.

The sound of whimpering wakes me and I look over, checking the clock, 3:00 A.M. It’s 6:00 Eastern, though. I hope this doesn’t mean she’s up for the day. I was planning to get up with her when she is, but saying I slept great would be a flat-out lie. I was so damn excited to have her in my arms, I couldn’t fall asleep.

Turning on the screen for the monitor, I can see E is standing up in her crib with her paci on the floor beside her. Jess starts to stir at the sound, so I lean over and soothe her back to sleep. Dropping a kiss on her temple, I let her know I’ll go check on Eden. She gives a small “uh huh” in affirmation, then resettles.

As I walk to Eden’s room, I throw on a shirt, then pick up the thrown paci off the ground, giving it a quick wipe. She’s wearing a sleep sack, and her dark brown eyes are wide and watery when I approach.

“Hey, E,” I say gently. “Here we go. Let’s go back to sleep, babe.” She takes the paci from me, shoves it in her mouth, then plops her butt back down on the bed. I watch for a couple moments, making sure she rolls over and goes back to sleep, and when she does, I silently tip toe out of the room and back to my own.

I slip my shirt back off and climb back in bed, cementing myself against Jess, her back to my chest, my hand splayed across her abdomen, holding her. I close my eyes, willing myself to settle back to sleep, but it feels fucking impossible. And then Jess gives a subtle roll of her hips against my groin and, yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m going back to sleep.

I try not to read into it, but then she does it again, and this time, she moves her arm up, placing a hand over mine. And all the blood in my body rushes to my cock. As if she could get any closer, I pull her tighter and my dick wedges up against her ass.

Her fingers splay then thread with mine, and she rolls her hips again. “Jess…” I whisper out wantonly.

“Yes?” she asks back in a whisper.

I nudge closer to her ear, and whisper, “Tell me what you want.”Please be me.It’s a silent prayer to the gods. God. The universe.

She nods against me, “Please, Alex.” In one quick maneuver, I have her splayed out beneath me.

If I thought the view of her moving over me was the end all be all, I was wrong. This, the view of her laid out beneath me with rosy cheeks and a look of desire, is everything. My fucking Roman Empire. The hill I’ll die on. My very own Helen of Troy.

She starts unbuttoning her pajama top while I admire her. As she does, I slide her shorts down, revealing she’s not wearing any panties underneath. I groan at the sight of her pink lips, already wet and swollen for me.

While she works her top off, I scoot down and spread her legs. I slip my arms under her thighs and kiss my way way down her tan skin until I’m inches from her wet heat that smells so fucking delicious my dick is pained from the strain.

I look up at her while running a long lick across her soaking wet slit. Her head tips and falls back in response, her perfect tits and dusky brown nipples bouncing with her. Fuck.Fucked with a capital F.That’s what I am. Who the fuck could ever compare to this.This.

I settle in, feasting on her clit, sending her into an orgasm that has her hands clutching my hair and crying out my name. My name leaving her lips on an orgasm as she floods my mouth is a special kind of high. One I hope to experience time and time again.

“Baby…” I wipe my face off on the sheets. If that’s all this amounts to, I’ll be okay. I’ll have to go take a cold shower or get myself off later, but it’ll be fine.

“Come here,” she commands. Her hands reach up, grabbing at my shoulders, trying to get me over her again. I comply. She takes my chin in her hand and brings my mouth down to hers. With one hand on my chin, her other goes down, gripping my painfully hard cock in her hand.Don’t come, don’t come.