Voyeurism

After a short cab ride, Jake stood at Jessica’s front door half an hour later. He used the spare key under the mat to let himself in. “Jess?” he called. She didn’t answer. “Jessie?” There was still no answer. “Jessica! Where are you?” He was starting to get really worried now. He got into her apartment very easily. What if he wasn’t the first to do so?

“Jake?” her muffled voice carried from the back of her apartment.

He sighed in relief. “Yeah. Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom drying my hair. I just got out of the shower.” She opened the door and stepped into his view, wearing nothing more than a green satin robe and a towel around her head. “Hiya, handsome.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck anssedssed him deeply. “Thanks for coming over. I’ve been going crazy here without you.”

“Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

She giggled and kissed him again. She broke the kiss and tried to walk back toward the bathroom, but he grabbed her arm and spun her back around to face him. He held her rear so she was pressed against him. She wrapped her leg around him and ground herself against his growing bulge. “Mmm. Is that for me? I’m flattered,” she whispered. He kissed her throat while fondling her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious sensations. When she moaned loudly, he ravaged her mouth again. Their tongues warred for supremacy as they made their way to her bedroom. Once they passed through the door, Jake slammed it with his foot.

They fell together onto her bed. Jessica yanked his t-shirt loose from his pants and pulled it off over his head. Then she pushed him onto his back and immediately started to undress him. The soft linens felt incredible beneath his skin. He looked down at the ivory material and asked, “What am I lying on?”

“Your back,” she answered wryly, while removing his shoes and socks.

He smirked at her. “I meant what kind of sheets are these, Carol Burnett.”

She unfastened his jeans and got up to pull them off him. “Egyptian cotton. Birthday present from my brother. He said he figured I’d finally use my bed as God intended if I only had linens that felt good enough for a man to want to screw a little spaz like me.” Jake raised a curious brow. “Well, what do you expect? He’s my big brother! I’ll always be a spaz to him!”

Jake smiled. “I see. And are we gonna tell him his wish came true?”

She got up and struggled with his boxers then stripped herself of the robe and towel. Her wet tresses stuck to her neck and shoulders. “He’s gonna know when he becomes an uncle.”

“And he won’t be curious to know who fathered his niece or nephew?” he asked. She smiled at him innocently, but she was getting that feeling again that he had ulterior motives. She climbed on top of him and kissed him, savoring it for a long time before smiling down at him and saying, “You talk too much.”

In less than five minutes, she was screaming his name as her headboard pounded loudly against the wall. “Now . . . who’s . . . talking . . . too much?” he panted. She would have laughed if she weren’t so caught up in her own pleasure.

Finally, spent, they fell into a deep slumber, their limbs entangled and numb. Jake’s last coherent thought as he drifted off to sleep was that he hoped she’d never leave him.