AUTHORS POV
The morning light sliced through the curtains in a harsh, unforgiving line, hitting Jay jay's eyes like a physical blow. She groaned, her eyelids feeling like they were glued shut with sand. As consciousness slowly seeped back into her brain, she realized something was fundamentally wrong.
She was cramped. Her left arm was pinned at a weird angle, and her lower back felt like it had been put through a rock crusher.
"Keifer," she croaked, her voice sounding like she'd swallowed sandpaper. "Get off me."
She tried to shift, but the movement sent a sharp, pulsing ache straight through her pelvis. Her eyes flew open. She wasn't sleeping on his chest—she was underneath him, his heavy body sprawled completely over hers, and she could feel the undeniable, intrusive presence of him still buried deep inside her.
"Are you serious right now?" she yelled, her voice rising in a mix of indignation and sheer disbelief.
He didn't move. If anything, he pressed a fraction closer, his weight settling into the mattress with a lazy, heavy comfort. He opened one eye, looking down at her with a half-lidded gaze that was entirely too calm for the situation.
"You're loud for someone who was begging for this last night," he muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep.
"I was begging for you to finish and move, not to become a permanent fixture in my pelvis!" she shot back, trying to shove his shoulder. It was like trying to move a mountain made of warm muscle.
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that she felt more than heard through her chest. "You're not going anywhere. Neither am I."
"Keifer, I mean it! My back is killing me and I can't feel my arm!"
"Then don't move your arm,"
"That's terrible advice!" she cried, her face flushing a bright pink. "I need to move to breathe properly! You're literally crushing my lungs!"
He finally shifted, rolling onto his side but keeping one heavy leg hooked over hers, pinning her in place. He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at her with an expression that was halfway between smug satisfaction and genuine affection.
"I'm not crushing your lungs," he corrected calmly. "You're just dramatic."
"Dramatic? I'm in physical agony!" She tried to sit up, but the movement sent a sharp reminder through her lower body of exactly why she was sore, and she flopped back down with a frustrated groan.
Keifer's gaze softened, just a fraction. He reached out, his large hand cupping her cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Fine. If you're that miserable, I'll move."
His hand slid down to her hip, his fingers digging in slightly as he prepared to pull away. The moment he started to withdraw, Jay jay's eyes went wide and she let out a sharp, breathless gasp.
"Oh god, Keifer—wait—no, not like that," she whimpered, her fingers clutching at his forearm. "It's too much—I can't—"
He paused, his muscles tensing as he felt her body tremble beneath him. He looked down at her, a dark, possessive heat smoldering in his eyes despite the morning light.
"You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low register. "Every time I move, you act like it's the end of the world."
He didn't pull out completely. Instead, he stayed half-buried, teasing the edge of her warmth with slow, agonizingly shallow movements.
Keifer's eyes were dark, fixed on her face with an intensity that made her feel completely exposed. He was barely moving, just shallow, teasing strokes that kept her right on the edge of sensation without letting her fall over.
"You're being so difficult this morning," he whispered, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip.
Jay jay let out a laugh, but it was a strange, hollow sound that didn't reach her eyes. Her body was trembling, her pussy aching with a dull, heavy throb that she couldn't quite place. It wasn't the familiar ache of wanting more—it was something else entirely. A deep, resonant soreness that felt like it was rooted in her very bones.
Every time he shifted, every time he pressed against her, the feeling intensified. It was like she had been stretched beyond what was possible, and now her body was struggling to remember how to be whole again.
Keifer finally pulled away, the sudden absence of him leaving Jay jay feeling strangely hollow and exposed. He didn't immediately move to get up. Instead, he hovered over her, his weight supported by his forearms as he began a slow trail of kisses.
He kissed the top of her head, then moved down to her forehead, her eyelids, and finally her waist. His lips lingered over her navel, his breath warm against her skin.
"You were incredible last night," he murmured against her stomach, his voice low and thick with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his earlier roughness. "The way you looked at me... I don't think I'll ever forget it."
He sat up slightly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His eyes searched hers, scanning for any sign of distress.
"Are you okay, Jay?" he asked, his tone dropping into something genuinely concerned.
Jay jay didn't answer. She just stared up at the ceiling, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth slightly parted as if she'd forgotten how to form words. The silence stretched between them, heavy and thick, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside.
Keifer frowned, his hand still hovering near her cheek. "Jay? Talk to me."
She blinked slowly, as if waking from a trance. Her gaze drifted down to him, then back to the ceiling. "I'm fine," she finally whispered, though her voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from somewhere far away. "Just... thinking."
"About what?"
"About how much I want to go back to sleep," she said, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it to her chest where his fingers rested against her skin.
He didn't argue. He simply scooped her up into his arms, ignoring her soft protest as he carried her toward the master bathroom. He set her down gently in the large marble bathtub, the warm water rising to meet her skin.
"You're such a handful," he muttered, though there was no bite in it. He sat on the edge of the tub, rolling up his sleeves before reaching for the shampoo.
As he began to massage the soap into her hair, his fingers working against her scalp with surprising tenderness, his voice dropped back into that low, teasing tone. "You know, you look even better like this. Wet hair, flushed skin. Makes me want to forget about sleep entirely."
Jay jay leaned her head back against his chest, closing her eyes. "You said you'd let me sleep."
"I said I'd let you sleep," he repeated, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles along her jawline. "I didn't say you wouldn't look delicious while doing it."
He rinsed the soap from her hair, the warm water cascading over her shoulders. His eyes traveled down the curve of her neck, lingering on the faint marks he'd left there only hours before.
"Careful," she warned, though her voice lacked any real conviction. "You're supposed to be washing me, not staring at me like I'm dessert."
"You are dessert," he countered, his hand sliding down to her shoulder under the water. "And I haven't finished my first course yet."
He grabbed a sponge, lathering it with body wash before bringing it to her skin. His touch was firm but careful, avoiding the areas that were still tender from the night before.
"You're being surprisingly gentle,"
"I told you I'd be gentle," he said, his voice dropping lower as the sponge traced a slow line down her collarbone.
Jay jay let out a soft laugh, tilting her head back to look at him. "Oh, so you're saying you're going to go back to being a brute later?"
"Something like that." His eyes darkened, and he pressed the sponge a little harder against her skin, his gaze following the path of the lather. "I have a lot of energy I need to burn off, and you're the only one who can handle it."
She rolled her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she reached up and splashed some water onto his face. "You're so full of yourself."
He wiped the water from his eyes with a slow, deliberate movement, his smirk growing wider.
His hands moved beneath the water, his palms sliding over her breasts with a possessive weight. He kneaded the soft flesh with slow, steady pressure, his thumbs brushing across her nipples.
"I have to take care of my meal," he murmured, his voice vibrating low in his chest. "Can't have my wife getting thin on me. You need to be kept well-fed."
Jay jay let out a bubbly, melodic laugh that echoed against the marble walls of the bathroom. She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're ridiculous. Is that what you call this? Meal prep?"
"Call it whatever you want," he said, his grip tightening just slightly, his fingers curling around her curves. "As long as you know exactly who you belong to."
He leaned forward, pressing his face against the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
He let out a low, rumbling laugh against her neck, his hands continuing their slow, possessive work beneath the warm water. He pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, a wicked glint dancing in his dark gaze.
"I was thinking about what to call my meal," he said, his voice dropping to a playful, gravelly tone. "I love sweet, milky things. So, I think I'll name these Cuties right here..." He squeezed her breasts gently, his smirk widening. "...my favorite 'milky cubes'."
Jay jay let out a shocked gasp, her face flushing a deep crimson. "But there's no milk in there!" she protested, though her voice was thick with laughter.
His expression shifted into a mock pout, his fingers lingering on her soft curves. "No milk?" he repeated, sounding genuinely disappointed as he cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs.
"You're shameless, Mark Keifer Waston!" Jay jay laughed, swatting at his hand, though she didn't move away from his touch.
"Shameless? Maybe," he conceded, his pout melting back into that dangerous smirk. "But I'm also hungry. And since my milky cubes are lacking, I guess I'll just have to find something else to satisfy me."
His gaze dropped to her lips, and the playful air shifted instantly, turning heavy and charged. He leaned in closer, his damp skin warm against hers.
"What about this instead?" he whispered, his tongue darting out to graze her lower lip. "Sweet enough for me?"
Jay jay's breath hitched, her hands finding his forearms. "You're impossible."
"I'm yours," he corrected, his voice dropping into something raw and undeniable. "That's the only thing that matters."
He closed the distance between them, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was slow and deep, tasting of warm water and lingering desire. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist beneath the surface of the bath, drawing her body flush against his.
Jay jay melted into him, her fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. The playful banter had vanished, replaced by a heavy, magnetic pull that always seemed to draw them together.
"You say that every time," she murmured against his lips, her voice breathless.
"And I mean it every time," he replied, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression uncharacteristically soft in the morning light. "I don't say things I don't mean, Jay jay. You know that."
He kissed her again, shorter this time, more tender.
Keifer pulled back slightly, a amused glint in his eyes as he watched her face. The soft moment was broken by the sudden, sharp edge in her voice.
"Bath me fast," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "We have to face the chimpanzee's today, and I was already thinking about how I'm going to survive this whole day."
His smirk returned, slow and deliberate. He didn't rush. Instead, he let his hands linger on her hips for a moment longer than necessary.
"Section e," he repeated, as if the word itself was a minor inconvenience. "They can wait."
"They won't," Jay jay countered, her eyes narrowing. "You know how they are. They'll be breathing down our necks the second we walk out that door."
He sighed, a sound of genuine resignation, and finally began to rinse her body with the warm water.