“Your ass is so fucking hot,” I growled, then frowned when she groaned.
“It’s so out of shape it’s not even funny.”
Jess popping her booty and looking back at it had me releasing a tortured exhale. “Babe, you’rekillin’me over here.”
Her eyes flicked up and a devilish little grin appeared. “I’m allowed to check out my own ass.”
“Not when I can’t control this!” I blurted and flung back the sheet, revealing an erection within my underwear so hard the ache had me feeling sick.
Jess smothered her laughter behind her hand and rushed for the bathroom, calling out a string of apologies in her wake.
Cursing my predicament while scrubbing both hands down my face to shift the focus away from the arousal, I turned to Cree who stared at the ceiling, cross-eyed as if staring into a faraway land.
“What do you reckon, little dude? Mumma’s too much of a tease, eh?”
“I heard that!” came Jess’s indignant yell.
Laughter vibrated in my chest. Sex or no sex, I was still one of the happiest men alive. Right up until Cree’s little face scrunched and turned red, then the sound of him pooping made me stare in horror.
“You couldn’t have done that ten minutes ago when Mumma was sorting you out?” I asked while tickling his little belly.
He grunted and squirmed, then fussed immediately after filling his nappy.
“Yeah, I know, little dude.”
Begrudgingly, I rolled from bed and pulled on a pair of boardies. I baby-talked to Cree while carrying him to the nursery to change his nappy, then took my time cuddling him before laying him in his little bed.
A little bit of shushing helped him settle enough for me to leave, and when I padded from his room into the hallway, I caught a fleeting flash of Jess’s naked body in the reflection of our bedroom mirror.
I froze and held my breath, all but begging the Lord to give me a goddamn break.
“Mace?”
My swallow was thick and painful, and my voice came hoarsely. “Uh… yeah, babe?”
“Can you help me with something?”
I cursed while putting one foot in front of the other, then almost dropped dead upon reaching the threshold of our room. Jess lay under the sheet with it pulled up to her chin, watching me with wide, nervous eyes.
I tried to play it cool while praying this would pan out the way I hoped. “What can I, uh…helpwith?”
She gnawed on her lower lip. “I need to get the first time over with.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I joked, shoving down my boardies and underwear, then tearing away the bed sheet and all but diving between her legs.
Her shriek of laughter filled the room before petering off as my movements slowed. My heart raced as I leaned over her, propped up on my elbows while cupping her rose-tinted cheeks.
“All jokes aside, are you sure? This isn’t because of what I said before, is it? While I’m impatient to have you again, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“You’re not pressuring me. I just want to have sex on Christmas morning with my husband.” A cheeky little grin cemented her words.
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” she breathed out.
I trailed a hand down her neck and over her breasts, groaning again when my dick hardened impossibly further.
“You’ve got to be gentle though,” Jess added.