Page 9 of The Baby
“Okay,” Jake said with more hair stroking. “We’ll wait until you’recomfortable.”
“Youmeanthat?”
“Yes, of course. If you’re not comfortable with what we’re doing, then you’re not going to enjoy it. And if you don’t enjoy it, I won’teither.”
Did I mention I had the best, most amazing husband in the world? I knew people still talked about us. About how strange it was that we had gotten married the first time when I was only sixteen and seven months old. That I was too young to know he was going to be the one for me.Forever.
What people didn’t understand, what Lin Manuel tried to tell everybody at the Tony Awards… that love is love is love is love is love… It didn’t matter that I was young when I fell in love with Jake. It only mattered that itwasreal.
“I’m going to give you the best blow job tonight,” I told him. Then I watched his ears turn red, which they always did when I talked about sex sofrankly.
It truly was the cutest thingabouthim.
“Ellie…stop.”
“No, I mean it. Now that you know and you understand, I can take care of you inotherways.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of,Ellie.”
“Oh,” I pouted. “So you’re saying you don’t like myblowjobs.”
“No, I’m not saying that. Don’t beridiculous.”
I slid off his lap and got on my knees. The floor was hard, but it didn’t matter. I hadn’t played with Jake’s dick in a week, and I was sort of missing little Jake. Actually not-so-littleJake.
“I don’t know. I think you might have to prove that to me right now. I know how important sucking dick is to you,” I said slyly even as I reached for his jeans. I undid the first two buttons. He didn’t try to stop me. I ran my hand along the outside of his jeans, where I could see the raging boner from our makeout session was still there. He groaned and shifted his hips toward the edge of thechair.
“Ellie…”
Yeah, I missed that. My name on his lips when he wasaroused.
“Are you going to help me or what?” I asked him, trying to tug at his pants. Then he pushed the chair back and stood in front of me. “Now we’re talking. Drop your pants, Jake Talley, and be prepared to be blown away. Get it?Blown?”
Except he reached down and lifted me to my feet. It never failed to amaze me how strong he was. I was no lightweight at fivefootnine.
“No. The floor is not comfortable for you and I’m not having my wife, who is carrying my… b word,” he said it even as he rolled his eyes, “uncomfortable inanyway.”
“Good point. Let’s go to thecouch.”
“Ellie,” he groaned. “You’re making thisharder.”
“Jake, I’m trying to make youharder.”
“I’m trying to benoble.”
“You once told me that sometimes sex is about giving, sometimes it’s about taking, and sometimes it’s about sharing. Let me give this to you. I reallywantto.”
“Youmeanthat?”
I nodded. “Frankly, I can’t believe I have to work this hard to convince you I want to give you ablowy.”
“Okay,” he said, tugging my hand. He pulled me into the living room and lay down on the couch. He shifted his jeans down over his hips and his cocksprangup.
I thought he looked verynoble.
I was just about to lean over and gobble him up when it happened. A swell of nausea so overwhelming I gagged. I knew I had about two seconds to find the downstairs bathroom or I was going to lose it all over Jake’serection.
That was not a mental image that I could have inmyhead.
