Sunny Side Up - JJ Maybank

18

When we broke the news to our friends they were ecstatic and told us it had only taken almost a decade. I knew they'd be supportive but was glad anyway that JJ and I didn't have to hide our affection or pussyfoot around our feelings in public anymore. It also made our family dynamic with Flora a bit easier to explain as well.

I could tell that JJ was getting more sexual in the way he touched me or looked at me. I knew he was always a physical person from the amount of hook-ups he used to have but truthfully I was scared of having sex after I'd had Flora. I'd only hooked up with a few people since I'd given birth and they were just one night stands, because before JJ I was too nervous to bring anyone home. He never pressured me into doing anything I was uncomfortable with but sometimes I felt bad that I couldn't give him what he wanted. I decided that I would push my worries aside and take things to the next level next time we were home alone.

I wanted to cook us a nice dinner because we'd both had a stressful week and had been living off takeout and frozen food.

"Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?" I asked teasingly, feeling JJ's eyes on me as I stirred the food.

"I like looking at what's mine," he quipped, pressing a kiss to my neck as he wrapped his arms protectively around my waist.

"Damn okay look all you like," I blushed, trying to focus on the food instead of the feeling of my boyfriend's kisses. Boyfriend – it felt good to call him that finally.

"Oh you like it when I'm possessive?" he teased with a smirk.

"Maybe," I smiled, turning off the heat so I could give him my full attention.

"Come here," he muttered, spinning me round and lifting me up onto the counter so he was situated between my legs. His hands gripped my hips firmly as our lips met in a passionate kiss; it turned more heated as he lifted my thighs from the countertop, carrying me over to the sofa where we could continue to make out.

"Do you wanna take this upstairs?" he mumbled into my neck as I let his hands travel further down my body.

I nodded and let him carry me to our bedroom. It was too much letting him watch me undress so I turned my back on JJ and heard him do the same, taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't looking. I managed to get two buttons of my blouse undone before my fingers started shaking uncontrollably and I fumbled with the remaining few.

"I can't do this," I whispered, tears filling up my eyes at the thought of JJ seeing all my imperfections when he was built like a Greek god.

"Do you want me to help you?" JJ asked sweetly, thinking I meant I couldn't undo the buttons.

"No, JJ. I mean I can't do this!" I cried, turning around in frustration with my blouse half undone.

"Hey sweetheart it's okay! Don't cry!"

I let him pull me against his toned chest, crying harder at the sight of his bare body being so perfect when I knew what mine looked like.

"I'm sorry. I thought I was ready b-but I'm not."

JJ grabbed my shoulders firmly so he could look into my eyes, wiping a tear from my cheek.

"Baby don't you ever apologise for not being ready. You have as much say in this as I do, okay? I would never want you to feel rushed into something you weren't comfortable with."

"I know, JJ. You're so kind to me. It's my fault. I always feel like I'm ready and then it comes down to it and I freak out," I admitted.

"We have all the time in my world my love, now why don't we finish dinner instead?"

I nodded and sniffled the rest of my tears away, letting JJ button up my shirt while he kept eye contact to make me feel comfortable.