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He shook his head. “No, not how this works.” He pulled her in, kissing the top of her head. “Let’s get dinner going, then I want to show you something amazing.” He spoke tenderly as she leaned into him, Jake gently rubbing her back. “Are you having cramps?”
“Yes,” she whispered into his chest.
He pulled her shoulders back and said, “I’ll start dinner. You should take something. Do you have Motrin?”
“Yes, okay.”
Looking at her, he said, “Change into something super comfortable.”
“I wanna take a quick shower,” she said, turning. “Just think I’d feel better.”
“Sure, whatever you need to do.”
She walked out after a long, hot shower, wearing a thick silk nightshirt, a feminine version of a man’s button-down business shirt, which fell to mid-thigh. Her hair was still wrapped in a towel, her feet snuggled in a pair of brown Uggs.
“Smells good,” she said, walking into the kitchen and peering around Jake, who was tending to a beef stir fry.
He smiled, then asked, “Feel better?”
She nodded, smiling. “Sorry, I was acting like a bitch earlier.”
“You said it, not me.” He scooped stir fry onto the plates on the counter. “I might have been thinking that, but I said ‘snappy’ instead.” His eyes darted toward her; a big grin spread across his face.
“And that is why you are still alive,” she replied, lifting up on her toes, pecking his cheek.
“And that’s why I need warnings so that I can survive,” he said, setting the plates on the table.
As they ate, she could feel herself relaxing. The cramping in her lower belly lessened.
As she finished loading the dishwasher, Jake opened a bottle of white wine, spread a blanket on the floor in front of the modern gas fireplace, then placed pillows at one end. “What are you doing?” she asked, walking from the open kitchen to the living room.
“Snuggling with you,” a small smile tipped his lips as he continued, “and showing you something amazing. Come over here.” He took off his shoes, flipped the switch to the fireplace, and sat on the blanket. “Lie down right here,” he drawled out deliberately. “Please,” he added, tenderness dominating his tone. He patted the blanket beside him, then laid a towel over it.
The tone in his voice made her nipples pinch up against the silky fabric. “Jake, I know it’s been…but I, I just don’t think I’m…” Her words tumbled out, as her hand went to her lower stomach.
“Just lie down. I’m not going to push for sex,” he stated as she sat next to him. “I just want to play. Lie down,” he urged his hand, pointing to the pillow.
Kicking her Uggs off, she took a small sip of her wine before setting it on the ledge by the fireplace. He rubbed her back languidly. “I love period bodies. What happens to your tits and clit during this time is the best. I’m going to take care of you,” he said, his tone direct. Something about the slow, careful way he moved his large fingers over the silky fabric mixed with the caring yet almost lewd way he was speaking made her flinch between her legs, her clit responding to his touch and the suggestion in his words.
Slowly, she laid her head on the pillow and looked up at him. He leaned down toward her face, gently removing the scrunchie that had been holding her damp hair up, using his fingers to spread her long locks around her head on the pillow. His lips brushed up against her cheek on their way to her ear. “Do you masturbate on your period?” he asked in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, his voice traveling down her torso, making her nipples tighten, her lower belly clench, and her sex swell.
“Oh, God, Jake,” came out of her mouth before she had time to stop it. “I, um, no, not really.”
Jake was still seated beside her, his cheek against hers, his mouth still at her ear as his hands found hers, lifting them, swiftly raising them above her head, then one hand capturing her wrists on the pillow above her head. “You’re in for a treat, Sweets. You’re gonna start looking forward to this time of the month.” His hot breath burned her skin, her throat constricting.
“Jake,” she squeaked out.
Using his free hand, he put a finger softly to her lips. “Shh, for once, no talking, unless I ask you a question. That’s how you can make up for your bitchiness.” His eyes seemed so serious, but she could see his mouth was turned up, fighting a grin.
Despite her body revealing the truth, her breath quickening, her chest rising and lowering hungrily, she rolled her eyes. “Jeepers, I come home to this bossiness.”
“And you’re going to fucking love it,” he snarled, his fingers slowly unbuttoning her silk sleep shirt. She could feel his cock against her hip, alerting the mounds of flesh just below the cream silk.
“Oh, God,” jumped out of her mouth again.
“Oh, God is right.” He pulled open the silk, exposing her heaving breasts. Her skin shivered from his gaze. As her nightshirt fell to the side, she saw the constraint in his face. “Keep your arms above your head, okay, and no talking,” he said bluntly. “I’m going to show you how fucking wonderful your body is right now.”
“Okay, okay,” she whispered. His husky voice made her want to spread herself open and rub her clit, have him watch her, relish the voracious look in his eyes.
