Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

thirty-six

Ayla

August 22nd:

My eyes fluttered open to probably the best hangover I've ever had. I had a strong headache, but waking up completely naked and being cooled by this European breeze. And I'm lying next to the sexiest man on the planet. My husband.

From my spot on this side of the bed, I can reach my purse and the ibuprofen that's inside. There's a bottle of water on the nightstand and I manage to toss back three pills and a large gulp. I pull an extra three out, knowing that Jai will also want some and I sit up in bed. I pull the sheet to cover my body up and look down at the sleeping Adonis to my right. Foggy thoughts from last night fill my head, including the incredible sex that we had in the water. It was long, drunken and sensual. Amazing, just like every day this week.

I think that I remember mentioning subtle things to Jai last night but I can't think of what exactly I said. I do know that I must have been hearing things last week and imagined hearing him say that he wanted a baby. I was half asleep and I probably just imagined it. Not surprising, I have been having serious baby fever lately. So many births in such a short period of time and then one of my dear friends is pregnant. I'm completely surrounded and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As I lay here looking at him, I do remember those words he whispered to me earlier this year after my unexpected miscarriage. I badly want a baby with you, but I'm scared. Those are the last real words I know he mentioned about a baby. Ones where I was awake and aware.

Shit Ayla, what are you doing? Don't think about this sad stuff on your honeymoon. There is so need, no reason for that. And why are you even thinking about a baby right now? You just got married, give it some time. Maybe he'll want a baby some day. Just not now. That's probably why he didn't pick up on your intoxicated hints. Yeah, that's it.

"Oh, my head," a quiet groan comes from my beau.

"Here baby," I gesture for him to sit up.

I drop the pills in his hand and give him the bottle of water.

"Good. Now we'll be ready to do that again tonight," he joked.

"Yes, but maybe this time I won't babble," I smiled before leaning down to kiss him.

"I love it when you babble," he mumbled against me.

I couldn't help but kiss him again and almost get turned on by the taste of beer on his tongue.

"Let's get room service and stay in bed."

"Sounds wonderful. But maybe we can go back in that jacuzzi again," I said sliding my leg along his.

"Ooh, yes," he agreed, tracing my collar bone with kisses.

He slowly pushed me on my back and started caressing all my sensitive spots while he pulled the sheet off of me. My skin still smelled like the soap and it was now tingling under his touch.

"What about your headache," I whispered as his fingers found my folds.

He dipped two digits slowly inside of me at an agonizing pace, eliciting a creamy moan from my chest.

"This will help it go away," he said, pulling his fingers out and sliding them in his mouth.

My stomach curls into a wad and my core throbs as I watch him taste me. I grab his hand and lick the same trail that he did. I try to force his hands back down between my leg but instead he backs up and positions his head to my center instead. He pushes my thighs back and places a trail of small kisses up my slit.