"Good night," he said. "I love you, Jessika."
"I love you, too," I mumbled, suddenly becoming extra tired without the light. "I love you so much, Asher. G'night."
***
I slept so well that night. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten that good a night's rest. I woke a few times during the night, half in a daze and unsure of what exactly was going on or where I was, but it was a quiet and comfortable confusion. My old bed, with its gentle, familiar creaks and the softness of the perfectly used mattress, along with Asher beneath me, my arm draped over his chest, and my head tucked into the slight crook just above his shoulder... everything was just so perfect.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt relaxed and refreshed and ready to go. I didn't want to get up, though. I just continued laying like this, breathing softly, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of my husband beneath me; his gentle, shallow breathing and the steady beating of his heart.
Eventually Asher stirred, though. I pretended to be sleeping still. He shifted out from beneath me and I faked a yawn and rolled to the side, then onto my stomach. The front of my body pressed nicely against the mattress and the sheets. I squirmed a little, wiggling my hips side to side, and feeling an almost sexual, though not quite, tingle between my legs. Just a little, sweet and pleasant and temporary, then gone.
Asher lowered his feet to the floor and lifted himself off the bed. I felt the weight of the mattress shifting before he left, then settling back down as soon as he stood. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to sleep. He stepped towards my bedroom window, to the closed blinds. A little rustling sound told me he was peeking through and looking outside. I didn't know exactly what time it was, but I could see a faint shine of quiet morning light through my closed eyelids.
Asher returned to the bed. He lifted the blankets up and I thought he might rejoin me and cuddle once again, but he didn't. He kept peeling them back, peeling them farther, revealing my shoulders, then my back, then the curve of my butt. He pulled the blankets back until only my lower calves and my ankles remained covered. Shifting onto the bed with all of his weight, he crept towards me. First I would feel him move, and then I heard the faint creaking of the bed with every inch of his progress. It reminded me of some savannah cat charting his territory just after sunrise, scoping out his terrain and preparing for a day of hunting.
Asher slipped a hand onto the small of my back, his bare palm against my bare flesh, and he teased it upwards. I shivered at his touch, but I continued pretending I was asleep. Once his hand had traveled all the way up my spine, he set it on one of my shoulders. His other hand made the journey up my body after that, finding its way to my opposite shoulder. He squeezed my shoulders, massaging me.
Without thinking, I sighed. Oh, it felt so nice. But, no! I was trying to pretend I was asleep. I quieted and lay there, relaxed and unmoving.
Asher bent down and leaned in close to my neck. I felt his breath on the back of my shoulder and the side of my neck, then closer, moving towards my ear. "Jessika," he said, "I know you're awake."
I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to admit to him that I was awake.
After a few seconds of me not saying anything, he chuckled. His hands continued to massage my shoulders, but instead of kneeling at my side, he straddled me, sitting on the backs of my knees. He pressed the front of his body against me, pushing me harder into the mattress.
This would have been fine, to be honest. I could have kept pretending I was sleeping, but...
Asher was erect. Very erect. And his cock was prodding at the space between the curves of my butt. He pressed the center of his body tight against mine, then grinded back and forth, sliding the shaft of his erection up and down the curves of my backside.
I didn't mean to, but I realized after a second that I was holding my breath. I stopped and continued trying to breath normally, but Asher must have noticed.
"I'm positive you're awake," he said. "If you continue to fake being asleep, I'm going to have to take drastic measures."
I cocked my head to the side and winked one eye open, looking at him. "What kind of drastic measures?" I whispered.
He laughed. "Well... I'm just going to get right to the point. I woke up with an erection and I want to fuck you so bad," he said. "We might need a little warm up for that, though."
He let go of my right shoulder and slid his hand down the side of my body, towards my hips, and then my rear. Curious fingers dipped lower and teased at my feminine folds. I lay there, closing my eyes again. I was fairly positive we didn't need as much of a warm up as Asher might have thought.
He came to the same realization a few seconds after touching me. One of his fingers slipped between my lower lips, pressing deep into my slit. When he pulled it out, my arousal was slick on his finger and quite a bit more than evident. I didn't see him do it, but I heard him when he brought his finger to his lips and licked at my wetness.
"Maybe not," he said. "Are you still sleeping, then?"
I nodded my head up and down. "Yes. Sorry, Asher. I'm asleep."
He smirked and kissed the back of my neck. "Let's see if we can do something about that."
He moved his hand back down to the center of my body, but instead of touching me this time, he touched himself. His knuckles and the backs of his fingers grazed against the back of my thigh, wrapping tight against his erection. He aimed the head of his cock towards the center of my body, lining himself up perfectly with my sex. Pushing forward, further and further, he continued like that until his cockhead parted past my labia, digging just slightly inside of me, and... then he stopped holding himself.
He let his hips take over then. Not fast, and not quite a thrust, Asher shifted side to side, slight gyrations, slowly taking me, pushing into me. I was holding my breath again, but this time I didn't care. I was slick and wanting and he could have thrust hard into me in one go, but he didn't. Slow circles, piece by piece, half an inch then an inch then another half inch of his cock disappearing inside of me. It seemed like forever, but eventually he filled me completely. His seed-heavy balls tapped against either side of the inside of my thighs.
I didn't want them to be heavy anymore. I wanted them to be empty. Inside of me. All of them. I needed it more than anything.
Asher didn't do anything of the sort, though. He lay like that, keeping me filled, pushing into me and also pushing and pinning me to the bed.
After half a minute or so like that, I started to whine. "Asher? Really? Are you just going to lay like that?"
"I thought you were asleep," he said. "I don't want to take advantage of my beautiful wife while she's sleeping, do I?"
"I took advantage of you while you were sleeping the other day," I said.
"If I remember correctly, you've done it plenty of times before, too."
"Never like that," I pointed out.
I did have other problems, though. I really couldn't say why, but one of my favorite things was to see if I could give Asher a handjob or blowjob when he was sleeping and erect, preferably without him waking up. He always woke up, though. One time I whined to him about it, and now sometimes he pretended to sleep through the entire thing, but I was almost positive he was never actually sleeping. It was still fun, though. I liked the fantasy of it. I wouldn't have done it with anyone else, but I liked doing it with Asher.
And then at the hospital the other day, I'd just slipped him inside of me while he slept, and... well, he woke up then, too. I was close, though. Maybe. One of these days I would do it successfully.
I should probably create more important and useful goals for myself, but everyone needed to have fun every once in awhile.
"Fine," I grumbled, giving in. "I'm awake."
"Oh, good. Let's get up and make breakfast. Do you think Lucent and Elise are awake yet? Should we let them sleep, or...? There's a lot for all of us to talk about, but I think we have a little time before we absolutely have to deal with everything."
With that, he sl
ipped out of me. He didn't fully leave, though. He sat on the backs of my knees, keeping my lower body pinned to the bed.
I tried to twist around and confront him about this, but I couldn't do more than shift my upper body to the side. I stared at him like that, turned around as best I could, eyes narrowed, lips pursed.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
He gave me a silly look, shifty eyes looking side to side. "What do you mean?"
"You're going to have sex with me, aren't you?"
"Oh," he said. "No, no. Of course not. I'd never do that. I don't want to objectify you. We can't just have sex like that. It's inappropriate. I want to cherish and love and honor you as my beautiful wife."
"No," I said. "You're going to put your penis back inside of me and we're going to have sex."
"Penis?" he asked with a laugh.
"Please?" I whined. "I thought we were trying to get pregnant. Don't you remember? In order to get pregnant, you need to be inside of me. We need to have sex. That's how it works, Asher."
"Is it?" he asked with a goofy grin. "Can you explain the specifics a little more? I'm not entirely sure about the process."
I tried to punch his arm, but I couldn't reach from where I was. I lifted myself up off the bed a little and tried again, opting for a slap this time, but he dodged and ducked away from me. When I did it again, he grabbed my wrist and kept me still. Springing into action, Asher lifted his hips up so that my legs weren't completely trapped against the bed anymore, then he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my back.
I gasped and shrieked and tried to slap him with my free hand, but he grabbed that one, too. He transferred both my wrists into one of his hands, fingers wrapping tightly around the pair of them, and he used his newly freed hand to grab one of my thighs. He lifted it up, spreading my legs slightly, then more, enough so that...
And then without waiting any further, he thrust hard into me. He filled me in one go, forcing a gasp of breath out of my mouth. My body clenched against the intrusion, squeezing the shaft of his cock with delighted glee.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, like that."
"This is the process?" he asked, grinning.
"Yes. Yes it is, Asher. Please, I..."
Someone knocked on the bedroom door. Why was someone at the bedroom door? I clenched my teeth shut and made a silly, exaggerated angry face. Asher laughed at me, then bent low quickly to give me a kiss.
"Yes?" Asher called out. "Is everything alright?"
It was Lucent. "I don't wish to intrude on your morning, Mr. Landseer, but I believe it would be most prudent if we discussed our current situation. I would like to leave this place sooner rather than later. I hardly wish to rush matters, but I think you'll agree with me that time is currently of the essence."
And then Elise, too. "Do you have any food here? We could all have breakfast together. Wouldn't that be nice?" she asked.
"Miss Tanner, I don't think we're going to have time to sit down and eat an appropriate breakfast. Something simple and expedited, perhaps, but—"
"Quick," she said. "Something simple and quick. No one eats an expedited breakfast, Lucent."
"I am absolutely certain that people eat expedited breakfasts," he said. "There's no need for your nitpicking."
"I don't know why you're being mean to me."
"I'm not being mean to you."
"You are. A little bit. I thought you were nicer last night, but now you're mean all over again."
"I'm not—" Lucent paused. "I apologize for being mean."
"That's alright," she said. "I love you. I was just teasing you."
I whispered to Asher, suddenly giddy despite our interrupted sexual fun. "Did you hear that? I think they made up."
"Yes," he whispered back. "Sounds like it."
"Do you think they'll have a baby together then? I mean, maybe it's a bit early to tell. They've still got to calm down, I'm sure, but..."
"You can ask them over breakfast?" Asher offered.
"Asher! I can't just ask like that! That'd be rude."
"Do you want me to ask?" he asked.
"You can't ask, either!" I said. "Or, um... do you want to ask? Just don't tell them I want to know, alright? If you ask, make it casual."
Asher nodded with complete understanding. In a fake interrogative voice, he said, "So, Lucent... Elise... are you two going to fuck like rabbits and have babies anytime soon?"
I laughed at him and slipped away, sitting crosslegged on the bed. "No! You can't ask like that. Don't say fuck. That sounds bad."
"I don't think anyone says 'make love like rabbits,' though," he said.
"Alright, well... no. Just, no. Don't ask them. I'll figure it out. I'll figure out a way to ask Elise privately. I think it'll work."
"Oh, of course. I'm sure it will," he said.
For some reason, I really doubted he thought it'd work. It might have to do with the way he rolled his eyes at me, or the tone of his voice, but I just didn't think he thought I could. I knew I could, though. I'd figure it out, and I'd prove him wrong.
"Put some clothes on," I said. "I need to talk to Elise alone."
"You're going to ask her already?" Asher asked, both eyebrows raised.
"No! Did you see what they were wearing when they came in last night? Elise needs clothes. I've got plenty here and I'm sure something will fit her. She can't just not have any clothes, you know?"
Asher looked at me askance. He didn't say anything, but I was positive he wanted to. I didn't want to hear it, though. He was wrong. Elise did need clothes. Nothing fancy, just something comfortable and casual. Asher didn't understand these things.
"Elise," I said. No one answered.
Asher slipped on his underwear, pants, and dress shirt. While he buttoned up the shirt, I found my sweatpants and t-shirt from the night before and tossed them on.
"Elise," I said again. "I—"
I was going to say more when I opened the bedroom door, but I stopped before I started. Elise and Lucent were there. Yes, they were definitely there...
Lucent had Elise pinned against the wall. One of his legs was between hers, knee lifted up and pressing against her crotch. He held one of her thighs in his hands, too. She had her arms around his back, pulling him tight against her. For all intents and purposes, they were crushing each other; against each other, against the wall, against the air. Both their eyes were closed and their lips were parted, though tight against each other's, kissing passionately, and...
This was just really erotic. I didn't think I'd ever quite seen anything like it. I stood there, mouth open, staring. Asher didn't see it at first, but then he came to stand beside me, and...
He cleared his throat. Lucent blinked open his eyes and turned to look our way. Elise did the same. She looked a lot less surprised than any of the rest of us, though. Maybe she was dazed and confused? I couldn't say I blamed her. If Asher was kissing me the way Lucent was kissing Elise, I'm sure I'd be a little out of it, too.
"My apologies," Lucent said. He lowered Elise's leg to the floor and moved his knee away from her dress-covered crotch. At least they were both wearing clothes; that was definitely a good thing, right?
"Sorry," Elise said, too. "I'm not actually sorry, though. I'm a little sorry. I don't want anyone to feel awkward, you know? That was really nice, though. For me, I mean. Lucent is... I... I don't know what I'm saying right now. I'm sorry that we got a little carried away, but I still liked it a lot."
Lucent sighed. "You certainly have a way with words, Miss Tanner," he said.
"Why thank you, Lucent," she said with a smile.
"Do you want some clothes?" I asked. "That's uh... that's what I was going to ask. Maybe Asher and Lucent can make some food? There's not much, but there's a little bit in the fridge, and I can help you find some clothes, and then we can all figure something out while we eat breakfast and sit down and talk."
"That sounds quite agreeable," Lucent said.
"Sure," Elise said.
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bsp; Asher nodded, silent. I thought he was still a little dumbstruck from seeing Elise and Lucent make out. I mean, of course they were allowed to make out, but...
"Alright then," I said. I took tiny steps backwards, retreating into the bedroom. I pushed Asher out into the hallway, too. Then I stepped back towards the hallway, grabbed Elise's hand, and pulled her in. For good measure, I shut the bedroom door behind us.
Now it was just us. Elise and I. Alone.
"I don't want to pry," I said, "but do you remember the email I sent you the other day? Do you and Lucent really do those kinds of things you write about? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but do you?"
"We haven't actually done those exact things," she said.
"Oh." I hurried further into my bedroom and brought Elise to the closet. "Maybe we should talk about these things sometimes. Is that a thing people talk about? Sex lives and stuff like that?"
"Um... do you and Asher, uh...?" she asked.
I forgot about looking at clothes for a second. "Don't tell anyone this, but he used my vibrator on me last night. Then we had sex, too. We had sex before that, also. We're kind of having sex a lot now because it's my time of the month for ovulation and everything. I don't mean to uh... maybe that's a little too much information."
"That's like my story!" she squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together. She looked so silly and excited that it made me laugh. "Probably not exactly, but... I didn't mean to get that excited over you and Asher having sex."
"Oh, it's alright. It is kind of a lot more exciting to me right now in a way. Sometimes I think about it, because any time now I could get pregnant, and... well, we want to do that, but still, it seems different. Kind of risky and exciting? I don't think it's actually any different, but sometimes Asher acts differently."
"How?" she asked.
"Well..." I laughed. This was fun, just us talking, silly sexy stuff about Asher and Lucent. I felt a little strange, but I'd never really been able to talk to anyone like this before. Except for Asher, of course; I could talk to him, but that was sort of different.
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