She followed that with a bunch of smiley emojis. I am glad we will be on our way to Miami and far from her nonsense soon. I delete the text and shut the phone off. I have no desire to be interrupted anymore today, if possible. I shut everything down in the office, thinking that the covers and clothed is better than hanging out down here alone.
I circle the house, checking the alarm system and all the windows and doors until I’m satisfied everything is secure. The day has left me drained and lost, a pounding headache beginning behind my eye and radiating outward. I’ve got an old prescription of migraine medication in the bathroom cabinet. I need a good night’s sleep, as opposed to my restless vigils watching Edith sleep, my mind playing out all the possible scenarios.
Heading upstairs, I walk into the bathroom and open the cabinet for my seldom used medication. I look for it on the shelf, but it’s not there. I check and find it a shelf below, opening it and taking a pill out. I can’t remember the last time I needed one, but it looks to be on the low side. I decide to call my doctor and fill it up before we leave for Miami.
Chapter Fifteen
Edith
“Good morning, beautiful.” Jack nuzzles me from behind and I sink into his warmth, my head delightfully fuzzy. I borrowed some of his migraine medication last night, but I feel kind of hungover this morning. Maybe I should read the bottle next time and only take half. I feel floaty and more relaxed than I have in a while, and Jack’s body next to mine almost feels good.
“Mmm… Jack.” I roll over and let him hold me. I remind myself that I’m safe, and all other negative thoughts flee. As bad as I know it sounds, if this medication makes me horny and blocks out the bad thoughts, I’m not opposed to taking it every night.
r /> “Well, you’re awful chipper this morning.” I feel a lot of things this morning, but I’m happy panic is not one of them.
I let my hands roam south and lightly touch him. “I’ve missed this. Missed you.” Jack grunts something unintelligible and tries to push me away. “No, please…”
“Baby, we’ve got to get ready.”
I can’t recall any appointments we might have. Technically, I’m on break, Jack only has work through his private risk analysis company now that the semester is officially over, and we don’t leave for Miami for a few days.
“Let me. I want to.” I let my hands slide lower and cup him. He’s hard and feels like he is pulsing in my hands. He moans into my shoulder.
“Are you sure, Edith? I’ll wait until you’re ready for this again.” I wonder how he hasn’t exploded yet. Our sex life was pretty active before all this, and I missed the feeling I would get between my thighs knowing he was there, sharing his body with mine.
“Jack, I’ve never not been ready for you.” Kissing down his chest, he keeps trying to gently push me away. I get that he thinks he should be doing something for me, but I want to do this for him. He’s been unfailing in his support, and I can’t not communicate that to him. I wonder if the medication is making me feel this way, but I don’t care. If doing this reaffirms for Jack how much he means to me, I will do it every day.
“Edith, baby… Not like this.”
Ignoring him, I slip further down under the covers, taking his boxer briefs with me. I nip at his stomach and look up into his beautiful blue eyes. His hands gently push my wild hair back and he lifts his head, watching every move I make. I don’t feel the flutter in my stomach yet, but I push that away, moving down the bed and kissing his stomach and hips, running my fingers all over his muscular legs as I go down.
Jack has a musky smell. When it’s mixed with his body wash, some clean scent that mixes with our laundry detergent, it brings me to a safe place.
“God, sweetheart…”
I pull his briefs off his legs and settle myself between them. I lick his cock from the base to the tip, our eyes never wavering. When I close mine, I slowly take him into my mouth. My tongue plays with his head before I start to suck him, rolling him up. Jack hauls me up by my arms so I’m over him, giving me a better angle to go down on him. I hum, vibrating my throat, and look up. Groaning, Jack pushes his head back into the pillows and arches his hips.
“Edith!” His voice calls out my name on a lusty cry and I cup his balls, squeezing them gently. I let my finger slide back to a place I remember Shelby telling me guys love but will never tell you about. I know I’ve surprised Jack when he roars his release and goes limp, his dick spurting down my throat. I will take everything this man gives me.
“Come up here, minx.” Jack disentangles our limbs and flips me onto my back. I feel a little tense when I think he’s going to ram his still semi-hard cock into me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he parts my legs and settles his mouth over my clit, sucking the nub. A finger penetrates me, but it’s rough because I’m not wet enough for his entry. I feel like it’s too late to tell Jack to stop, so I shamefully go along with it. I still can’t get myself going sexually, making me feel shame and disappointment.
“Jack, please…” I’m about to beg him to stop when he pulls his finger out and goes back to using his tongue in long strokes, trying to get me lubricated. It doesn’t hurt, but his probing fingers still don’t slide as easily as they should. He’s not rough and takes his time. Slow strokes hook my front wall and press that spot deep inside. It feels like we take forever to get there, but a tiny contraction betrays my body. It’s finally doing what I want it to do, need it to do.
“That’s my girl.” Jack continues to lick me in sweeping strokes, painfully sucking on my clit until the little button swells and his fingers pump with ease against the straining muscles and tissues. “Come on, Edith. Come for me. I love how you squeeze my fingers so hard. I love every part of you.” Knowing how much Jack cares and that he realizes how hard this is for me sends me into a little death spiral. My legs shake and my inner walls quiver when he pushes his fingers deep, licking me through each tremor. I feel barely wet, the aftershocks hardly registering fireworks, but I still consider it a small victory in getting myself back.
Jack
I hate that the simple pleasure of sex has been robbed from Edith. It has never taken me that long to get a girl to come, even one I didn’t care for. Priming her body to orgasm was a herculean effort, one I would gladly undertake again.
“Can we have lunch with Aiden and Shelby today?” Edith asks. As I look up at the light fixture in our room, I hug her to my chest and play with her hair. I feel like she’s retreated once again and having lunch with her closest friends is a buffer for what’s going on in our situation.
“Of course.” Kissing her head I roll out of bed. “I’m going to go for a run. Did you want to come or stay here?” I need some time to think and pounding miles in the neighborhood will help me do just that.
“Jack, you know I don’t run. Cardio is so overrated.” Edith flops back onto the bed, pouting and whining. She’s a wicked temptress even when having a tantrum.
Leaning back over the bed, I cage her in, giving her just enough space to escape if she needs to. “I should get you a dog.” She’s already said no to a self-defense class. She won’t go to the gun range with me to learn how to properly handle a gun, nor let me buy one. I figured a dog might be a nice compromise.
“A dog?” Edith props herself up on her arms and puts her lips in close proximity to mine. I squeeze my eyes shut to temper my desire. “Really? Like a yappy little thing I can carry around in my arms at the mall, having Shelby braid its hair into stylish pigtails?”