When Steve woke up the next morning, Kayla was sleeping soundly along side of him with her head tucked into his neck. The comforter had slid off of them in the night, and he could feel that her skin was prickly with cold. He rolled them slightly to reach it and covered them back up with himself and the fallen edge of the blanket. She let out a sleepy sigh but did not rouse.
The sight of his beautiful wife in his arms after a surprisingly rested night of sleep warmed him from the inside out. Even so, their revelation of the night before, real or imagined notwithstanding, weighed heavily on him. He felt in his gut that making love in Cleveland caused them to begin jumping out of sync. It defied explanation, but so did this whole journey. Why is she going first? Was it something she did? Or that he didn’t do? Was that really it at all? He didn’t know, and his mind soon dredged up their list of jumps, looking for patterns that he eventually admitted to himself, just weren’t there.
Steve turned his head toward the body his wife was living in. He felt the undercurrent of guilt run through him for having touched her in Cleveland, but no matter which body she was in and what time they were being forced to leap to, he was her husband, he loved her, he was devoted to her and their family, and to deny themselves of each other seemed wrong. It seemed like a lie.
Steve placed a kiss on her head and Kayla mewled like a soft kitten. Memories of their lovemaking in Cleveland filtered into his head making his groin stir with his need for her, and soon his fingers were lightly touching her arm as it rested protectively over his chest . They’d spent weeks avoiding sex, just to be cruelly ripped away from each other at the height of their passion. It was like a sick joke to know he was about to slip into her for the first time in so long, just to feel the jump begin. It was a selfish impulse to take her right before they jumped away, and his punishment was having the heaven that it was to be inside her last mere seconds before having it taken away. When he arrived he was wild with need to be one with her, but it was like a slap in the face to realize he was in Cleveland, in her closet, the very first time he’d ever seen her. Shame had laced its icy fingers though his chest, but Kayla melted them away. Kayla’s need to have her husband fill her and surround her and make her world explode had dissolved the truth of who he was in that time. It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t allow them to be defined by the bodies they were in. Kayla was his wife, she needed him as passionately as he did her, and when he finally took her against the wall of her apartment he was desperate to push himself inside of her and stay there forever. He’d made hard, merciless love to her that night, like a starving man who’d finally been allowed to eat.
Then last night they were distraught and out of their minds over this new and unwelcome aspect to their jumps. Steve had to find the security of his wife’s soft, warm, wet, and beautiful soul. He had to join with her. He reveled and took comfort in the exquisite ministrations of her mouth and tongue on his hard cock, but there was more fear-driven passion within him – fear of losing her in time – than he knew what to do with. His passion for her last night had become a need to completely dominate her, make sure this body knew who it belonged to, that in any time, Kayla was his, he was hers, and her unimaginable pleasure was his alone to give her. Her trust in him as he’d pinned her down and pounded into her roughly and relentlessly took his breath away. Steve felt his soul become one with hers with every stroke of his penis, every tremor of their orgasms, every breath that screamed each other’s names, and every time they looked into each others’ eyes as he filled her with his cum.
Steve needed her like he needed to breathe. Kayla. My Sweetness. If he had to stop making love to her on this journey he didn’t know what he was going to do.
Steve’s chest was tight with love and longing that poured down his spine and pooled into the hardened flesh that was gently pressing against the leg that Kayla had draped across him in the night. He was hard with need to be inside her again, showing her how much he loved her. Steve shifted toward her so that he was facing her on his side, their warm bodies still protectively cocooned in the blanket. He lowered his lips to her head, kissed her gently, then placed sweeter, gentler ones down her face. When he kissed her cheek, he lingered there. How many kisses had she laid upon the scar on his own cheek? More than he could count. They were the most meaningful kisses she ever gave him, and he felt each one in his heart every time she gave him one. He returned that love back to her own cheek and felt her eyes flutter open.
“Steve?” she sighed sleepily.
“Shh.” He silenced her with a deeply tender and loving kiss. “Shh.”
Kayla wrapped her arms around him. The fear and anxiety of their lives was there the moment she opened her eyes, but the immeasurable safety she felt in his arms and in his bed were all he allowed her to feel. Right now, in this moment, her only reality was the feel of her husband loving her.
Steve trailed wet kisses down her neck to the spot where it met her shoulder, and Kayla sighed with pleasure. He suckled gently on that spot, then ran his tongue over her ear.
“My husband,” Kayla whispered as Steve ran his hand down her side to rub her soft, warm nipple with the pad of his thumb. When it hardened, Steve ground his own hardness against her, finding her soft folds on the first try.
Kayla moaned his name in a feather light whisper, then returned his kisses and lifted her leg slightly. With nothing between them and still bundled tightly together, Steve reached his right hand down to caress Kayla’s bottom, then slipped gently inside of her. She gasped in pleasure as she slightly arched her back. Last night was hard and wicked with need; this morning was gentle and slow but no less passionate.
Steve moved gently against her, then wrapped his fingers in her hair and brought her lips to his for a warm, languid kiss. His hands still in her hair, he moved her head to the side so he could whisper his love in her ear. “I love you, Kayla. I’ll never stop loving you. I belong to you. I’ll never leave you. I won’t survive without you.”
Love for this man radiated out of every one of Kayla’s pores. He felt it sink into him from her skin to his.
Her vagina was like velvet against his penis. She pushed against him, as they gently rocked back and forth inside their private world. Steve pulled back to lock his eye onto hers, then brought his fingers to her plump, red lips. Kayla kissed his fingers, then let her tongue dart out to lick at them. He applied the slightest pressure to her bottom lip, and in response, Kayla gently sucked that finger into her mouth. It was as hot and wet as the vagina Steve was tenderly loving. He slipped his finger out and rubbed the wetness against her nipple. She delighted in the electricity that shot from her breasts right down to her belly, causing her movements to hasten ever so slightly.
Steve and Kayla’s moans filled the stillness of the room as Kayla watched the sexual pleasure and devoted love splayed across her husband’s face. Steve caught her eye and smiled as his gentle plunges inside of her turned to thrusts. The sunlight streaming in through the thick blinds lit up her hair in golden gossamer as her tight home milked him. They felt so emotionally connected to each other, so pure in their love.
Kayla had started to whimper. He knew she was close from the grip she had on him and the way her face had twisted to an expression of need. “Steve,” she called to him softly. “Only you … forever.” Steve’s heart soared. He fell into a deliberate rhythm, strumming her tenderly with the same instrument that took her so unrelentingly the night before. His love for her was so limitless that he had no words to tell her. He sped up his thrusts while she bent her head to kiss his tattoo.
The sounds of his wife’s ecstasy humming through her brought on his own. The tingle at the base of his spine teased the euphoria he sought for them both. “I’m coming, baby, I’m coming!” He didn’t want to deny her, but he couldn’t stop. They hadn’t moved from their position on their sides facing each other. Steve softly but firmly brought his left hand down to rub Kayla’s breast as he continued cradling her head with his right hand. He had to come, and he would make very sure she came with him.
“Mine, Sweetness,” his voice breathless. Then embracing her tighter, “yours!” One, two hard thrusts, and Steve felt her start to shudder. “Come with me, baby … I’m …,” he felt the first clench of her release and he came hard. “Oh God, Sweetness …” One more thrust and her orgasm bloomed with ecstasy as he exploded within her, filling her with more of his seed. Her muscles contracted around him, and he felt her love for him as her body shook in his arms. They both cried out with their releases, then Kayla buried herself into Steve’s arms. She panted and whimpered against him as her mouth rained kisses onto his neck and across his jaw before capturing his mouth in a deep and tongue-filled kiss. She didn’t want to stop kissing him, she loved him so much. “So good,” Kayla huffed between kisses, “You feel so good.” She pushed against him once, and Steve sucked in his breath at the overstimulation. But he refused to pull out of her. He wanted to be inside her as long as he could. They held tightly onto one another and cherished the afterglow of their emotional connection. Finally, Steve rolled his hips slightly and gently pulled out of her with regret, taking their combined wetness with him as it slid down their legs. Kayla crawled her upper half on top of him and layed her cheek against Steve’s tattoo. He held her while they recovered, loving the feel of her weight upon him.
When he felt her breathing slow to a normal rhythm he rolled them over to their favorite position with her bottom spooned into the crook of his lap. They laid there silently in each other’s arms for a long time. They each knew what they were facing, and they each knew there was nothing they could do to stop it.
“I love you,” Kayla said.
“I love you, Sweetness.”
No other words were needed.