‘Watch your mouth!’ he yells, his eyes still closed in concentration. It’s killing him.
‘Fuck off, Jesse!’
His eyes fly back open in warning at my crass words, but I couldn’t give a damn. I clamp my hands over his and use my leg muscles to lift myself again, hovering above him and crashing down so he completely spears me.
I lift again. ‘Now!’ I cry, smashing back down. My body explodes, sending me soaring right into orbit. I’m vaguely aware of Jesse’s strangled moans as I feel hot moisture invade me, warming my entire being. I collapse onto his chest in an exhausted heap – job done.
I lay sprawled across him, melting into the rhythm of his fingers circling my back, his semi-erection drumming steadily inside me. Our heartbeats are clashing together between our chests as we try to regulate our breathing. We’re both totally replete.
‘I love sleepy sex with you. ’ I murmur.
He kisses the top of my head. ‘Except for your filthy mouth. ’ His voice is full of scorn.
I laugh and look up at him, reaching to run my fingers down his stubbly cheek. I love his stubble. He turns his face into my touch, kissing my fingers and returning my smile.
‘I don’t think we can call that sleepy sex, baby. ’
Author: Jodi Ellen Malpas
‘No?’
‘No. We’ll think of a new name for that one. ’
‘Okay. ’ I agree, completely contented. I rest my cheek back onto his chest and trace small circles around his golden nipple. ‘How old are you, Jesse?’
‘Twenty nine,’
I scoff, but it occurs to me, very suddenly, that I won’t have a clue when we finally reach his real age. I’m plumping for thirty four. That’s eight years past me – I can live with that.
I sigh. ‘What’s the time?’ I could do with another hour.
He shifts me from his chest. ‘I left my watch downstairs. I’ll go take a look. ’
‘You need a clock in here. ’ I grumble as he gets out of bed, leaving me cold and bare without him.
‘I’ll put in a complaint to the designer. ’ he replies dryly.
I ignore him, turning over to snuggle down, making do with the pillow. This bed is the most comfortable I’ve ever slept in. I did well here.
‘Seven thirty. ’ I hear him shout from downstairs.
I bolt upright in bed. ‘Shit!’ I jump out and race downstairs to the kitchen. ‘You’ll have to drop me at home. ’
He sits, dead cool and casual on the bar stool, completely bare arsed naked, scooping peanut butter from a jar with his finger. ‘I’m a bit busy this morning. ’ he says without looking at me.
Oh, the irritating pig! This is, without a doubt, a ploy to keep me here. After all, he did say I wouldn’t be walking, and I am. I’ll get the tube, it’s no bother. I scan the floor where I dropped my clothes – no clothes.
‘Where are my clothes, Jesse?’
He sticks his peanut butter covered finger into his mouth, sucking it off and pulling it slowly from his mouth on a little pop. ‘I’ve no idea. ’ he says, completely straight faced and unaffected.
Where has he hid them, the little shit? They can’t be far. I stalk around his apartment, huffing and puffing, pulling open cupboard doors and looking behind furniture. I march back into the kitchen, finding him still sitting there, looking infuriatingly naked and handsome, and completely unaffected by my frenzy.
Oh, I’ve not got time for this. I can’t be late for work. ‘Where are my fucking clothes?’ I shout.
‘Watch your fucking mouth!’
I shake my head at him. He’ll have a bar of soap in my mouth next. ‘Jesse, I never swore out loud before I met you…funny, huh? I need to get home so I can get ready for work. ’