Leaps and landings

48

Jess woke to the rain pattering against the window, the house wrapped in a fog of greyness. He thought about burrowing himself back to his pillow, but with just 15 minutes until his alarm, it just would've seemed more like torture at this point to tease his body into thinking he could just stay there. He looked over her form, covered by the down blanket up to her nose, the low light from outside illuminating the room just enough. The latest book of the Millennium series lay on her bed side table and for a moment he thought maybe it would be a clever idea to write his proposal into its cliff-notes. But then again he didn't know the book well enough to know where to write it, so it would just be random, nor did Lisbeth Salander's life seem like the most romantic story to do that in. Her notebook, that lay just under the book, with two of her unipins right besides it, seemed like a much better idea. Now he just needed to reach them without waking her.

He repositioned his weight and stretched out his hand, holding his breath as she moved a little as his arm was just an inch from her. He carefully pulled out her notebook, doing everything in his power not to drop her book. His arm pulled back quickly, only then recalling he needed to repeat the motion to get the pen. Before he had a chance to do that, Celeste suddenly turned her side, his hand pulling back, pretending innocent for a few seconds. It seemed she continued to sleep deeply, Jess letting out a sigh of relief. He went for round two, extending his hand out, needing to stretch even further this time, as Celeste had moved more to the center of the bed, her belly now pressed against him. He almost dropped one of the pens off the bedside table, cursing to himself of his clumsiness. The 1.0 unipin in hand he retreated, turned his back to her and began to flip through her notebook in search for the perfect place. Her drawings were getting better and better, and while he knew little about art, he did know when he liked something, almost feeling like this really could be something people would pay good money for. Jess scolded himself for getting distracted, suppressing the editor in him, turning his attention back to finding a good place to write his note. He found an empty page and was just about to put pen to paper having already a clear thought in mind, when her hand slid around his waist, slipping just between the waistband of his boxers. This wasn't going to work - not now at least.

He closed the notebook, tucking it along with the pen under his pillow and turned around, seeing a pair of drowsy unsuspecting eyes look at him from under the covers.

"Thinking of spooning me?" he teased, with a crooked smile, his hand slipping around her thigh.

"If you won't, I'll have to, won't I?" she replied with a slight pout, knowing too well that with the bump her spooning him would hardly work well. He was just about to trace her thigh upwards, when she interrupted his thought. "I'll just be real quick," she said, pulling herself up from the bed, out into the chilly room with a low "brrr" sound, dragging herself to the bathroom.

This gave him a moment to place the notebook back to its place, feeling frustrated. Why was this so difficult?

She returned a minute later, slipping back between the warmth of the sheets.

"This feels much nicer than being on the outside today," she noted, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I bet," he replied, stealing a kiss, that she added some intensity to.

"Any chance of a sick day?" she asked as the kiss broke, their lips staying just a half an inch from each other.

"Nah," he replied, his kisses trailing down her neck, "but I can be a little late," he replied between kisses.

As he'd said that, his alarm rang and he let out a deep grunt of annoyance, reaching around his back to turn his alarm off.

"Now where was I?" Jess asked, thoughtfully.

"Somewhere around here," Celeste pointed at her clavicle, smilingly, going along with his banter.

"Ah-ah, I believe I was indeed," he replied smugly, his mouth landing on her where he left off, his hands caressing her thighs, not quite reaching her ass comfortably when they were facing each-other. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, running his fingers through this hair, that had gotten a little too long again.

Her breasts were sensitive, feeling very full these days, and she frankly preferred not to have him touch them much, especially with this stubble - he knew this, thankfully, skipping over that part and going straight down to her thighs, pulling the blanket back over his head. She'd removed her panties already, allowing him easy access.

God, was there anything better than waking up to this? - she wondered as she anticipated his touch. His tongue moved slowly and widely over her slit a few times, his mouth then sucking on her clit, then switching to the tongue again, sliding back and forth, and inwards. She rarely needed much to begin craving even more of him. He knew that she much rather preferred the real thing to just the oral, sliding behind her, continuing his teasing with the side of his hand, holding up her thigh with a firm grip. She ran her hand across herself, to lubricate, then released his already throbbing member and ran her palm along its length, Jess letting out a low moan of gratitude. She knew just the right intensity to squeeze, when to barely touch, and when to tease with the back of her fingers.

He slipped in between her thighs soon enough, her center already aching for him. He held onto her thigh, his lips gently brushing the back of her neck, her hands holding onto his hips, craving some more contact. She missed facing him when they did this, but there was little that could be done about that now, taking any contact she could get, kissing him over her shoulder hastily.

He didn't hold back as he thrust, again and again, reading her body as it arched back against him even more, the series of moans leaving her lips as he did only confirming her need for more. He dug deep into her, his hips continuing the rhythmic motion, his fingers now letting go of her thigh and applying pressure to her clit.

She pushed her head back onto his shoulder as she came, her body wracked by shudders of pleasure, his rapid breathing audible by her ear. The way she sounded, felt and looked as she climaxed made him smile uncontrollably. Knowing he didn't need to hold back any longer he continued to move and with a dozen rapid thrusts he came, along with a loud groan, resting his forehead onto her shoulder, panting heavily. Neither of them dared to more for a while.

"God, that was amazing," she exhaled, as she eventually turned to face him.

"I try," he smirked playfully. Not that this was just about him.

"I have no idea how we'll make it through the two months after labor," she sighed, jolting the sexy out of the current mood. Rory had been right - now was the time she was really getting to all the worry and the fear. Having been pregnant for the better part of their relationship had had its perks, resulting in a very few periods of time when they hadn't been active. He'd read about that, but frankly preferred not to think about it.

"Hey, I've been without sex a lot longer than that, though not while being with you- I'm sure we'll make it work, don't worry," he soothed, seeing her mindset having slipped into a chain of concerns as the third trimester approached. He kissed her shoulder once more in assurance, and slipped out of the bed to go take a shower. He needed to get ready for work.

"You are free to watch porn or whatever, you know that right? If I'm not up for it," she called after him, worrying a lot more about him than herself.

He grumbled something dismissive in response as he walked off - as if any porn was going to do it for him after having her?