Husband Beater

Chapter Six

Rain. That's all I heard.

It pattered the roof, made the trees near the house shake, and made a clicking sound as it dripped off the windows.

The room was rather opaque and made me feel drowsier than I probably needed to be. And plus the warmness of Jack's arms didn't help me wake up either.

I was back against his chest, and he was holding me back with both arms around my waist.

He was probably going to wake up with a dead arm. I had one hand on his and the other pushed under my cheek.

Whilst Jack had a dead arm, I would have a handprint on my cheek to make it look like he just slapped me.

Thank God we moved on.

I sighed out of my nose and adjusted myself a little more just to release the tension in my bones and muscles.

Jack began to stir a little and groaned a bit. I just stayed still in my spot, with my eyes closed and blanket pulled up to my nose.

His arms left around my waist, and he began to shake the blood back into his dead arm.

I smiled a little and heard him sigh in frustration. He laid back down and rolled me over so I was laying on top of him, my head tucked in his neck and arms around his waist.

Jack rubbed my back and brushed hair around on my head while he waited for me to wake up.

I was awake, but I was being dogmatic. I didn't want to get up.

The rain began to pound a bit harder as the wind whipped the trees around and shook the windows in their panes.

I moved my head up a little and brushed a kiss over Jack's jaw line. Just a small one, enough so he knew I was awake.

Jack caught my chin and hip and pulled me up more so our lips were touching. We kissed for about five minutes.

Just slowly; our lips would touch and we would apply pressure, then we would open our mouths a little and slip the tips of our tongues across one another's, then Jack would leave a little bite on my bottom or top lip, and we would start our process over again.

I ran my hands through Jack's messy hair and gently tugged on it. Whenever I did, he bit my lip a bit harder and gripped my hips.

It was a gesture passionate enough to turn up the heat in the room, and leave us gasping, and wanting more.

I was ready now for whenever Jack was ready to make love with me. I craved his touch again, and the feel of his hands gripping my hips, and his lips working on my collar bones.

I wanted my nails scratching his back, and my breaths coming out in gasps and moans for him to keep going.

I craved the sweat dripping from our bodies and our hips moving in perfect sync. I wanted hands to trail, eyes to meet, and lips to kiss.

We both pulled away, but Jack snuck a few more kisses off my lips before I put my head in his neck.

A bit of thunder shook the windows and a strike of lighting made shadows in our room.

Jack began to rub my back with his finger tips. He made different patterns, like hearts and stars and zig-zags. I rubbed my thumb against his shoulder and enjoyed the warmness of Jack's arms and the blankets.

"We closed the kitchen window, right?" Jack said slowly.

I grinned at his forgetfulness.

"Yeah, you're lucky you have me around to help you." I laughed.