Page 37 of Christmas Sunrise
"Indeed. I feel like I was mis-sold this visit as I didn't expect to have to do any kind of manual labour." Jake props a hand on his hip.
"And yet you were busy doing all sorts of 'jobs' on the flight over." I wink at Jake as I hang up my coat. Jenna has already moved past them and is heading up the stairs.God, I love how much she wants this, wants me.
"Where are they off to?" Maeve asks Jake as I walk past them.
"It's baby-making time," he replies in a dry tone.
"Ew."
"I know. It's funny, I always forget that sex can do that."
"Do what?" Maeve says and I hear her take another bite of crumpet.
"Make babies."
"Another reason to avoid it like the plague," Maeve mutters but I barely hear her.
"Don't forget to feed the dogs!" I shout out as I take the stairs two at a time.
"What about our blinis?" Maeve calls out after me.
"I'll make them after," I yell back as I reach the top of the stairs.
"Remind me to check that he washes his hands." I hear her say to Jake, but I don't hear his response because I open the bedroom door and focus only on one thing.
Jenna.
And she's making it easy for me as she kneels up on the bed, wearing the red negligee I told her to keep on and she's adopting a very similar position to how I found her last night. But this time there's no present distracting me. This time, there's nothing that's going to distract me.
"You've got that look in your eyes," Jenna says as she looks up at me.
"What look is that?" I close the bedroom door firmly.
"Like you want to eat me. Or wait, no, like you want tocookme, which is always more fun to you."
"True story," I say as I pull my jumper and T-shirt off in one movement and then start undoing the buttons of my jeans. "I certainly want to try putting a bun in your oven."
Jenna's head falls. "Oh, Marty, that was awful."
"But it's true!"
Her shoulders lift a little. "Maybe we put too much pressure on ourselves by keeping the focus on making a baby. Maybe we need to just make love because that's what we're doing. That's what's more important to me."
I stalk closer to her as I bring a hand to my jeans and undo the top button.
"But what if it turns me on? What if I love the idea of shooting my cum inside you? What if I like the idea of me filling you up? What if I want to use my fingers to push it back inside you after we've both come, just to be sure?"
Her eyes widen with every question and for a moment I think I've stunned her into silence. But then Jenna reminds me that sometimes she has more of an impact on me when she doesn't speak, because she keeps my eyes glued to her as she glides her hand up her thigh and her fingers disappear under red silk. I watch her arm move and her eyes close as her fingers touch herself in the very place I want my own hand, my mouth, my tongue, my everything.
An obscenely delicious, wet noise eclipses the silence in the room. It's followed up with a high-pitched grunt as Jenna falls back so her butt cheeks touch her heels and she spreads her legs wider. Still, I can't see what I want to, but watching her grind against her hand which works up and down, then round and round between her thighs, it remains a sight worthy of my hungry eyes.
"You make me so wet," she says eventually, her eyes fluttering open.
I undo more buttons on my jeans. "Tell me more."
"You make my nipples hard." Her other hand comes up to cup a breast. "And you make me want to get on my knees in front of you and take you in my mouth."
I push my jeans down and step out of them as I palm my erection with one hand.
