by Iris Parker
“And like some kind of cartoon cat, I sleepwalked my way in here with my nose high,” she giggled. “I didn’t know you could cook,” she said, pointing to the stack of pancakes with an absolutely adorable look of surprise.
“That’s because I can’t, not if my life depended on it. Not unless it involves a fire and some kind of meat.”
“You made…meat pancakes?” Jessie asked. “Am I dreaming? I don’t even want to know what my subconscious is trying to tell me with that.”
“Nanette made them,” I laughed, grabbing the note she’d left and waving it towards Jessie. “I’m just heating them up.”
“Melt a little butter into the pan, then reheat for one minute on each side,” Jessie read after taking the paper. “Those are some complicated instructions,” she said playfully. “Are you sure you can decipher them?”
“Somehow I’ll manage,” I said, reaching to grab the paper back. She was clearly teasing, and all I could imagine was tickling the mocking smile straight off her pretty face.
She pulled her hand back fast, scampering away before I could get the incriminating recipe from her. Just a second later she was on the opposite end of the table, sticking her tongue out at me. I ran after her, circling around in the opposite direction from the one she’d taken. It worked, and before she realized what was happening she’d bumped against my chest.
“Now, what were you saying young lady?” I scolded as Jessie tried in vain to hide her laughter. I could feel my heart beating faster, a physical response to the brief contact—because somehow an entire night and half a morning of sex hadn’t been enough, and just touching her filled me with a downright unreasonable amount of excitement.
But who could blame me? Jessie was absolutely gorgeous even at the worst of times, and this was far from the worst of times. Her face was rosy with excitement, the drowsiness quickly giving way to a cheerful energy. The sadness in her eyes was gone, replaced by an intensely playful sparkle. Part of me wondered what could’ve changed so drastically in less than a day, but I pushed the idea away as far and fast as I could.
This wasn’t a time to think.
It was a time to enjoy.
A smoky smell interrupted my train of thought and I rushed to the stove, trying to salvage the last pancake. Overcooked and brown, it looked completely unappetizing.
“See what happens when you take away a master chef’s recipe?” I sighed, shaking my head.
“It’s okay, we still have enough to feed a small army,” Jessie said, gesturing to the considerable stack I’d just finished heating before she came in. “And I’m not really hungry, anyway.”
“You’re never hungry, but I’m not letting you off the hook—I want you to have at least three or four.” Jessie’s eyes went wide, but she nodded and accepted my order without complaint.
“So…only ten or fifteen for you, then?” she laughed. “I think I can live with that.”
“Well, I’m a big boy, remember?”
Jessie remained silent for a second, her gaze fixed straight onto me. Her cheeks and neck were turning a little more red, and I could see where her mind had taken her with my comment. I glanced down to her chest, the firm imprints of her nipples poking out from her nightgown.
Sex with Jessie was the best I’d had, from how tight she felt to the way her eyes grew big with surprise whenever I first slipped inside of her. My cock twitched beneath my clothes, urging me to drag her back to the bedroom and experience it all one more time, but I resisted. She needed to keep her strength up, and replacing food with sex was not the way to do it.
Jessie seemed to be having similar thoughts, because she forced her attention back to the pancakes and the moment had passed. I moved back to the table, giving her a gentle kiss on the top of her head before I served us both with a stack of pancakes and syrup.
“I was talking about my penis, you know,” I joked as I took my first bite of breakfast. “I’m not sure if that was clear, but I was suggesting I had a large one.”
“No! Really?” Jessie teased, her voice full of feigned shock. “I didn’t realize you even had one at all. I just assumed that you were like a Ken doll.”
“Hey now! That’s not a very nice thing to say to a man after you’ve slept with him,” I said, hiding my barely-stifled laugh with a sniffle. “I’m just going to go crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment now, I think.”
“Oh, like Mr. Playboy here needs any sort of validation from me,” Jessie said, shaking her head. “You probably can’t even go grocery shopping without some poor woman’s panties bursting into flames from you walking past her.”
“Fire departments and insurance companies hate me, it’s true,” I agreed with a sigh. Then, trying hard to hide my joking-but-not-really-joking tone, I continued. “But maybe your opinion matters a lot more to me than theirs ever did.”
“Alton…,” Jessie said slowly, her tone disapproving. Suddenly avoiding eye contact, she shook her head slightly. “You know I can’t handle that.”
“What, exactly?”
“I’m not really sure myself. The…intensity, I guess,” she said a bit sheepishly, flipping her fingers between herself and me. “You’re offering so much, at least for now, but I have nothing to give. Just hassles and problems and worr—”
“You have a lot more to give than you realize,” I interrupted. “And I’m happy to take it.” I didn’t have to think; I wanted everything she had to offer.
“You’re crazy,” Jessie said. “And I thought I’d made myself clear about all of this. I just don’t see a way we can work long-term.”
“Yes, you explained it very eloquently and maturely,” I said. “And we discussed it like reasonable, civilized adults. Then we had wild sex like unreasonable, uncivilized monkeys. And it was a pretty good night, all things considered. So yes, I’ll take whatever you have to give, problems and all.”
But of course, it wasn’t just sex. There was the emotional connection, the way that being with her touched me more than anything I’d experienced before. Not to mention Ezra, the prospect of a real family, happiness and beauty and normalcy and everything else. I wanted it all, but I would take whatever I could get.
And besides, I was beginning to understand how Jessie worked.
“Come here,” I motioned to her.
Jessie put her fork down and stood up hesitantly before walking over to me. She looked amazing, but I needed to remember that she wasn’t quite mine—at least not yet.
“Sit,” I instructed, patting my thighs.
Slowly, almost shyly, Jessie nodded and sat on my lap.
“Why do you always listen when I tell you to do something? Are you afraid? Do you feel like you have to?”
“No,” she answered. “Nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
“I…don’t know,” Jessie said after a long pause.
“I know why.”
“And you’re going to tell me?”
“No,” I said simply. “You’ll figure it out for yourself. Eventually.”
“So why did you tell me to come here, then?” Jessie said, turning back to look at me.
“So I could do this,” I answered, leaning forward and giving her a kiss. She returned it without hesitation, her eyes full of desire and tenderness. We stayed like that for a while, kissing until we were out of breath.
“You have a lot to give,” I repeated. “And I’m happy to take all of it. Including all your fear and doubt.”
Jessie swallowed hard, staring at me with renewed intensity. It was the same look she got when I could tell she was hungry but couldn’t recognize it, or when she needed my help but was afraid to admit it.
She was scared, in other words.
“Okay,” she said finally, barely vocalizing the words as she moved her lips. “How—what do you want to do?” she asked, still sitting on my lap.
“Well, I’m not done with breakfast yet,” I said, holding her close so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “And neither are
you.”
“I’m not really hungry, actually,” she said, and I almost wanted to laugh.
“So we’ll do this the hard way, then,” I said, grabbing a piece of pancake with my fork and moving it closer to her lips.
She opened her mouth and took it without complaint, sighing happily after.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as she turned her head back towards me.
“A little silly,” she said. “I’m a grown woman and sitting on your lap. Not to mention getting spoon-fed.”
“Do you want to get up?”
The sudden look of fear and disappointment in her eyes spoke volumes.
“You’re not getting up,” I finished. “But that’s not what I meant, anyway. Big picture, how are you feeling? Are you happy with the way things are going?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Coming here really was a good idea. Nanette’s food has done wonders, not to mention being able to sleep at night. And the relief from Ezra doing so good, too. Not to mention—uh—”
“Go ahead and mention,” I said after a long pause.
“Not to mention the sex,” she said in a short breath, her eyes barely meeting mine. “It was better than I remembered. Better than I’d been imagining it.”
Her candor took me by surprise, but none of it really had time to register. My mind blanked as it felt like all the blood in my body had traveled down to my crotch, making me instantly hard as a rock. The look on Jessie’s face told me quite clearly that she felt it, too, and she responded by rotating her hips just a little, teasing me through my clothes.
“You want more of that?” I asked.
Jessie nodded sharply, her eyes almost pleading.
My cock, still confined in my pants, ached for release already. I ignored it for the time being, instead raising my hand to her cheek. My thumb caressed the soft surface of Jessie’s pink lips, and she opened her mouth just enough to gently half-kiss me as I touched her.
“You like that?” I asked again, wanting one last confirmation that she was sure about this. She smiled and nodded, confirming the request by pressing herself down harder into me. I loved that, but even more, I loved what I was seeing. Because no matter where I looked, everything about Jessie was absolutely captivating.
From her complex eyes to her large belly, from her stiff nipples to the way her arms were covered in goosebumps, it was all was a source of wonder.
In other words, I was hooked.
Head over heels.
Jessie
The look on Alton’s face made me feel beautiful and amazing, like I was the only woman in the entire world. The pit of my stomach fluttered and desire traveled down, transforming into a pulsing heat between my legs around the time we made it back to his bedroom.
Sometimes being around Alton made it so hard to concentrate on anything else but his presence, like I couldn’t tell up from down.
Head over heels.
I reached out to touch him, placing my hand on his muscular shoulder as we shamelessly fell into bed. It felt like my fingers were on fire as I touched him, running my palm down the length of his arm once we’d settled ourselves back in.
Squeezing down on him, my hand didn’t even cover half of his forearm, but it was met all the same by corded muscle and rough, manly hair. Alton’s nose flared almost imperceptibly, and smoky eyes told me that he wanted me just as much as I needed him. My spirits lifted ever higher, my fears temporarily eclipsed by the powerful sensation.
Alton remained still and observant as I continued my exploration of his body. It was excruciatingly delicious—to be able to feel this close to him, this connected to him, after so many long months of distance and worry. I’d been dreaming of the day when I could touch him again, but already I wanted so much more than just touching.
I wanted to feel him inside of me.
Slowly I moved my hand down from his torso to his hips. His eyes widened, pupils dilating even further as he felt my explorations. His lower back was sharp and hard, but even I could see how the hair along his arm was standing up in pure excitement.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his delicious body, but seconds later he leaned forward in the bed, his face only inches from mine. He paused just short of kissing me, barely repressing a groan that was so close our breaths mingled for a second. I closed my eyes and waited for his touch, but instead felt his lips land on my neck. I thought my heart would explode from longing as he nibbled the tender skin, every second an agony as I burned with greed and desire.
Alton raised his arm, wrapping it around behind me and pulling my body closer to his. I’d had Alton in my system since the day we met, a craving that hadn’t left me even in the darkest times of the past year.
But now I had him, and it wasn’t just a craving anymore.
He had become a full-blown addiction.
Alton must’ve felt some inkling of the same urgency, because he let go of my back. He drew his hand up my side, down to my belly, and slid his way beneath my panties. Moments later, I felt his fingers sneak into my most intimate folds, and all I could do was gasp in approval. Alton’s kisses traveled along my neck, working his way to my jaw and finally landing on my lips, exactly where they belonged.
I opened my mouth beneath his kiss, allowing his tongue to enter me. I needed to taste him, to relish in the sensation, but all the teasing was now over. His tongue pushed itself far past my lips, invading me and the last shreds of sanity I still had left.
I moaned again, overwhelmed with Alton’s onslaught as wave after wave of sensations washed over me. I parted my legs more and he explored further into me, obliterating any attempt at keeping control that I might’ve wanted to hold on to.
But I didn’t want control, or to hold on. I was long gone, and all I wanted was Alton. He plunged his fingers deeper inside of me, working his way in and out rhythmically. I grabbed his shoulder again, my heart in overdrive as I pulled myself even closer. Returning Alton’s kiss with everything I had, I bucked my hips and forced his fingers deeper inside of me. He groaned against my mouth, then suddenly pulled back.
Fingers gone.
Tongue gone.
Air gone.
Then I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper, and I looked down as Alton shimmied out of his pants. I watched, completely engrossed as he rolled onto his back, his glorious masculinity so perfect and tantalizing. His cock was rock hard, flat against his skin and pressing into his stomach thanks to its considerable weight. I wanted to reach out and take it, to pull its moist tip past my lips and all the way into my mouth.
But when I tried to sit up, Alton gently pushed me back down into the mattress with a strong hand. He shook his head, then rolled over on top of me. Raising himself over me, he propped himself up with his arms and used his knees to push my legs open even further.
I felt feverish as I looked up at him and saw raw hunger in his eyes. Then he lifted himself into a sitting position before grabbing my legs. Before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me up and slid a pillow beneath me, removing all doubt about where that left us.
I propped myself up on my elbows just in time to see the breath catch in his throat and quicken with anticipation. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me. I was about to beg with trembling lips when he leaned back down over me again, shifting his weight to support himself with his right arm while using his left hand to guide his cock against my entrance.
I wanted to scream with pleasure and relief as soon as the tip pushed through the wet folds of my sex, but only primal grunts came out of my throat.
“Jess,” Alton whispered, his voice ragged and barely controlled. Hearing him pulled me away from the physical, leading me back to that place where it felt like we were connected in both body and soul. The feeling was so deep and profound that it made me want to cry for the vast well of love that I felt for the man.
Our connection remained unwavering and electrifying as he slid himself further into me, inch by inch, making me struggle to maintain some semb
lance of composure. Above me I could see that Alton was fighting the same fight, the tension clearly visible in his neck as he strained to enter me slowly. The muscles in his shoulders were all bunched up tight, a mass of solid flesh and sinew that I couldn’t wait to see unleashed.
His eyes boring into my soul, Alton slowly began to pick up his rhythm. Filling me up so completely, he began to thrust faster and faster, making me barely coherent. My palms slammed against the mattress and my fingers curled inwards as I gripped the sheets as hard as I could, raising my hips to meet Alton’s pelvis.
Eager for more of him, eager for fulfillment, eager to be filled.
Alton’s pace quickened further, his face contorting with focus. He leaned down, shifting his weight back to one arm while he reached down once more for the folds of my sex. With his thumb he worked my clitoris until I couldn’t form a single thought or sentence, casting me out and losing myself completely.
Only Alton was left. Inside my head, inside my body, and inside my heart.
Before I knew it, I exploded with sexual relief—a powerful orgasm that began between my legs, swelling up to my chest like a hurricane. Alton's gaze never left me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He picked up his pace rapidly, taking me as deep and as fast as he could while my body still roiled with bliss.
A second later he froze in his tracks, his face contorted with tension. I knew what was coming and raised my legs, instinctively wrapping them around his hips and grinding our bodies together on the outside while Alton’s cock remained buried firmly inside of me. A new wave of pleasure hit me, relentless and unforgiving as he mercilessly filled me with his seed.
It was a moment I wanted to last forever.
I closed my eyes, my breath as ragged and erratic in my chest as Alton’s was. Time passed, but I still lay in his embrace, so fulfilled that I could’ve cried with happiness. He rolled over onto his side, pulling me into his arms once more. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, as rapid as my own pulse, and somehow that just felt perfect.