Page 68 of June: Jess' Story
I’ve thought of almost nothing else, but her tight little cunt she let me feel in July. It’s November now. The way I need her is insatiable. I need her daily. I need her. That’s this feeling. It goes beyond want. It’s a necessity.Now. She’s fucking hooked me, and I’ve never been happier than at that fact. She could be leading me to a cold grave, and I’d follow. I’m merciless against her.
“Need this,” she says, her fist moving along my smooth skin under my boxers. She releases me, scoots my boxers down, and then with a slight movement of her hips, she’s lining me up and pulling my hips closer.
No, she had her chance to ride me how she wanted to, now it’s my turn to fuck her like I’ve been dying to. At first I move slowly, relishing the way her body pulls me in, makes me wet, and gets me comfortable in its new home. Being here is new, but I’m pretty sure she’s always been my home.
She’s the light left on.
She’s the warm blanket.
She’s the calm to my storm.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, she grinds against me. With her hands on my glutes, she pulls me, trying to get me deeper like I’m not already practically touching her fucking belly button. She lets out one of those little sighs and as much as I’d love to be gentle and really make love to her, I can’t.
I need to claim this pussy. I need to let her know it’s mine. So with a slow pull out, I quickly thrust back in. I pull her arms above her head, and with one hand I pin them down at the wrists. And then I’m rutting her. It’s a pounding. If I thought she didn’t like it, I’d stop, but her breathing quickens and her cheeks flush, her nipples drag back and forth across my chest, and I can feel her bearing down. I can feel her muscles clench and contract.
Placing a large palm on her pelvis, I apply pressure when she bears down on me again, and with the combination of our pressure together, she spasms and shakes beneath me. The sight, the feeling, sends a new-to-me warmth and thrill rolling through my body. My balls grow tight and the lightning flys up my spine as I release my cum into her perfect cunt.
“Fuck, Jess,” I pant out as she says my name over and over, softly. I release her arms and she immediately brings them to my back, dragging her fingernails gently across my skin. My body is still pulsing, still spilling, and I drop my forehead to hers.
“You’re fucking amazing, Jess.” I say it, to stop myself from saying what I really want, which is, “You’re never not sleeping in my bed again.” I want to tell her so much more. How she’s perfect. How I love the way she fits against me, how I fit inside her. How I never want to go another day without her here.
She runs a hand across my newly bare cheek and sighs in contentment. A simple smile spreads across her face and I wonder if there are things she wishes she could say, too, but it all feels too fragile. One wrong move and everything goes flying out the window.
I lower my mouth to hers and she opens for me, our tongues gliding against one another in perfect synchronization. I don’t want to leave her. Not her body, not her space, but I know I need to. I just hope she’ll still be here on the other side of it.
I slide out of her, leaving a trail of cum across her pink lips and I have to fight the urge to finger it back in place. Not sure she’d love that. Instead I just stare at where she and I are combined for a second too long. I look up and give her a smile.
“We’re fucking good together, baby,” I say, then watch as her cheeks turn crimson.
I reluctantly get up and head for the bathroom for a quick cleanup. She follows behind to do the same, so I watch her naked ass sway as she walks into the toilet room, thinking any man who doesn't want that ass must be out of his goddamn mind.
I don’t want any other man to want that ass, though. I want it to be mine. Mine for more than twelve months. Mine forever.
I wait back in bed, hopeful. Will she put her pjs on and slink back to her room? Or does she crawl back in bed? Does she want to cuddle? Will she just roll over and go back to sleep? Last time she eviscerated me by walking away.
When she comes back, she avoids putting any clothes back on, just crawling back into bed and rolling towards me with closed eyes. I won’t rock that boat. At all. I settle in, facing her too, but can’t help but lean over to give her a soft kiss. I can tell it surprises her, but I’m just so fucking glad she’s here.
“Get some rest, Jess.” I give her one more kiss now that her eyes are open, and she returns it, then settles in with a hand over my arm.
This time, I immediately slip into a deep sleep where I dream of her. In a long white gown and a ring on her finger.
NINETEEN
Jess
There’s a warm soreness emanating from in between my legs as I come to consciousness. It’s aching to be soothed. I want him to kiss it and make it better. I scrunch my nose and smile against the sheets of his bed.
A warm hand on my abdomen. His hands holding my wrists. The view of him hovering over me. The look on his face as he enters me.I replay the night in my mind, letting the memory warm me, making me clench my thighs together.
Rolling over, I expect to see him there. Honestly, I expected to feel him at my back, cuddling me, but he’s gone. Panicked, I sit up wondering the time, knowing I feel way too rested and freaking out about how, or better yet,whyEden has slept in. She just doesn’t sleep in.
I quickly throw on the pjs that were folded neatly on top of the nightstand and rush over to Eden’s bedroom, finding the door open and the room empty. The sound ofArthurdrifts up the stairs along with some light baby laughter, so I grab my phone out of my room, then quickly descend down the stairs.
At the foot of the stairs, you can see into the large great room and part of the eat-in kitchen where Eden is sitting in her high chair with Cheerios all over the floor watchingArthuron the large screen over the fireplace. Relief hits me, but then, so does something else.He got up with her?
Alex lazily glides over to the eat-in, cup of coffee in hand, and pulls out a chair beside Eden, a pouch of strawberry beet yogurt in hand.
“Alright, kiddo.” He takes a sip of coffee, then snaps open the seal on the pouched yogurt. “You eating with a spoon yet? Or just taking it straight to the face?”