Chapter Fifty-Three
Jessica
“Sweetheart…”
I heard the words but tried to ignore them. I was in the middle of a dream where Alan had just slayed a dragon and was climbing the tower to rescue me. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up before he’d arrived.
The voice got more insistent and added a slight shake of my shoulder.
“Jess, baby. We need to leave soon. Ruthie will be waking up—”
The minute I heard my daughter’s name, my eyes flew open, and I looked around to find Alan lying next to me. But I had no idea where I was.
Then it all came back to me.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I fell asleep!” Then a thought hit me. “Why did you let me fall asleep?”
He chuckled. “Well, babe. I’m willing to bet you don’t get a lot of sleep, having to wake up in the middle of the night to nurse Ruthie. You needed some rest.”
“But, we didn’t—”
I trailed off without finishing my thought, so he pressed, “Didn’t what?”
“You know…”
He shook his head like he was confused. “No, sweetheart. I don’t.”
I whispered, “Have sex.”
A lopsided grin formed on his face. “I told you, I want to wait until we’re married. It’s only thirteen more days, babe.”
“And I told you there’s other things we can do, as you very well know, since you’ve done them to me—twice.” A thought hit me. “Is it because I’m not experienced? If you’re worried I won’t do a good job, I’ve already said I was open to suggestions.”
He sat up and tugged on my hand so I also sat up.
“Absolutely not. I’m not worried about that at all. Our timing just hasn’t worked out—that’s it. There’s nothing more to it than that.”
“You should’ve woken me up today…”
His voice became stern. “No, I shouldn’t have. You needed your rest, and I can wait. Having you in my arms for two hours was enough. It was more than enough—it was fucking perfect.”
I felt my eyes well up, and I blurted out on a long whine. “You don’t want me!” before bursting into tears.
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Alan
I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled my sweet future wife in for a hug.
“You couldn’t be more wrong. I want you so badly I ache for you. But I have self-control and am capable of waiting to be with you because I know it will be worth the wait.”
“Oh god. What if it’s not?”
I kissed the top of her head. “It will be. Your body responds too perfectly to my touch for it not to be.”
Wait—is she worried my performance won’t be up to par?
She cleared up my internal question when she replied, “I just don’t want to disappoint you. How unfair would it be for you to give me my first orgasms, and I can’t make you come?”
“That one hundred percent is never going to happen.”
Wait. What did she say?
“You’d never had an orgasm before yesterday?”
She shook her head and I pressed, “Not even by yourself?”
“No. I always felt too guilty touching myself.”
“So, you probably don’t have a vibrator.”
“No!” She seemed offended that I’d even asked.
“Oh, babe. The first thing we’re doing once we’re married is shopping for toys for you.”
Her eyes went wide. “We are?”
“Most definitely.” I paused to gauge her reaction. She didn’t seem offended at the idea, but I made sure to add, “Unless you don’t want to.”
She quickly blurted out, “No!” then tempered her response by following with, “I mean, it’s the wife’s duty to please her husband.”
I wanted to be offended, but I realized in that moment that Jess was going to need permission to let her freak flag fly. As her husband, she’d be looking to me to grant it.
Something I’d be more than happy to do.