Temporary Secretary

Part 65

30 September 1981

8:00pm Wednesday

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You were laid in bed that night, drifting off.

Finally comfortable, you were on the brink. Your eyelids were heavy, you sunk into the mattress, the duvet atop you keeping you very warm.

You were glad to be in bed, warm and quiet, rather than outside in the city, rainy, windy, and cold. Your head sunk into the pillow, your eyes fell shut.

The baby seemed to be resting also, thankfully. You still felt full, but it felt separate from yourself, almost, as you fell into sleep. You let out a breath of contentment.

Maybe you had fallen under. It might've been longer, but it felt only a few moments later when you were awoken.

You heard the bedroom door. Your eyes flitted open.

"Hey, baby."

Your eyes shut again.

Some time went by. He must be undressing before bed.

You might've rolled over, but it would be too difficult.

You felt him slip into bed beside you.

A warm body curled against yours, and arm beneath your own, wrapping around your breast.

His voice was lowered.

"Evening, Mother dear." He said.

His nose was in your shoulder. Though, he wasn't just trying to cuddle, more so wake you.

You felt lips on your neck.

He was keen. Rather amorous.

You felt his sweet exhale against your skin.

The hand curled around you moved lower, admiringly stroking your stomach, slowing a moment. It lingered there, gentle, loving stroking. Then it dipped lower.

You shivered. His hand was still cold from outside. It was a shock having it slip between your thighs.

Oh Hell. The baby was up now. It often did wake up from his touch, happy to see him. Good God, he'd be happy about that. It's what he wanted, for it to love him. It did.

Paul murmured a soft giggle.

"You're warm here." He said, dreamily.

You did stir this time. His hands might be pretty, but they were cold as of now.

You shifted on the bed. When your head turned, you felt a kiss on your cheek.

He'd been keen to get into bed. You could tell he was keen. He was stiff against your back already.

You made a soft humming sound, shifting out of sleepiness.

"Oh, Paul..." You said, a little groggy.

Paul giggled more giddily in response.

"Oh, ___." He replied, his voice more teasing.

You could infer what he was after.

You sat up from your comfortable spot, unsteadily pushing yourself upright.

Paul did so also. Much like a woman, he arched his back, arms curling around your shoulders, kissing your neck.

You grimaced internally. You were quite tired, and in no mood to have sex. Horrible, what's happened to you. The will was there, but the body was weak. You hated to deny him, when his invocation was so pure.