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It was dark and horribly windy when three nights later Jenna crawled into bed.Since she’d started looking after Sam's place in addition to her own, she’d grown tired from the punishing routine.
Heck, who was she kidding?She had been tired since Tim had gotten sick with lung cancer and then died so fast, which made her wonder, would she ever feel normal again?
Then she remembered the pregnancy brochures her nurse practitioner had given her.She’d read that during the first trimester a woman experienced fatigue due to all the changes her body created to support the developing baby.Her body was also producing a new organ, the placenta.
So yeah, no wonder she was tired.
Working with her horses all day and visiting Sam’s place, twice a day, caring for his horses, chickens, and the dog, making sure all were well watered and fed and safely in the barn every evening before returning to her place to do her own chores and bringing her horses into her barn each night.
Sam had mentioned he would leave his contact information, but Jenna hadn’t been able to find anything except the local lawyer’s number on the fridge.She figured he must have forgotten, and she hoped he was okay.
As the wind snapped against the old glass panes, and rattled the ancient shingles on her roof, she couldn’t help but smile as she realized no morning sickness today.Earlier, she’d even whipped up a grilled cheese sandwich, fried up some potatoes, and had a small bowl of green bean salad and her tummy felt okay.
Maybe she’d finally turned a corner where morning sickness was concerned?
God, she hoped so.Feeling queasy all the time had been no picnic.And oddly enough, despite feeling tired, she felt better than she had in weeks and she felt like…masturbating.
Jenna chuckled.
Have mercy, she hadn’t masturbated in so long.She couldn’t remember the last time she had.
Suddenly she felt aroused and hot.Way too hot.
Her body grew tight as she thought about touching herself.
Should she?Or should she just try to fall asleep?
Her composure weakened as she considered the appeal of relinquishing control.It had been quite some time since she had engaged in any form of self pleasure, but it was late and she really should get some sleep.She closed her eyes and made a conscious effort to steady her increasingly rapid breathing.
But she was losing her fight fast as the idea of pleasuring herself mounted.
Her ex-fiancé, Axel, suddenly popped into her mind.
Oh yes, he’d been quite the lover.Quite well-hung too.
She closed her eyes and reached beneath the sheet covering her.She was naked as it was too hot for a nightie with the windows closed.
Her bedside lamp flickered for a moment causing just the slightest hesitation, but thankfully it stayed on.The glow of light cast long shadows across the walls of her bedroom and the humid air smelled faintly of the lit vanilla-scented candles she’d set on a nearby shelf and now she could smell her own arousal too.
Excitement snapped through her and she traced her fingers over her tummy with slow, deliberate circles dipping lower and lower with teasing anticipation.The pads of her fingertips brushed her skin like velvet and then gently danced over the curls embracing her pussy.
She began to imagine Axel being here and found herself smiling as she remembered that sometimes when he made love to her he’d smell faintly of grease or gasoline because of his work at his dad’s garage.It didn’t matter how he’d smelled when he came to her, because she loved all his scents.
She remembered how his shoulder length dark brown hair would feel so feathery beneath her fingertips when she’d run her fingers through his hair.How his sparkling brown eyes would gaze down at her naked body with appreciation and flickered with excitement as he slowly climbed onto the bed.
She loved the dark shadow of stubble that stretched across his chin, his cheeks, and upper lips.Such a raw, sexy man.
He had beenherman.
She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan as the bed shifted beneath his weight and her man loomed over her.His chest was so wide and muscular, his shoulders loaded with muscles.He was a big man, and she always wondered why he never crushed her beneath his weight.Instead, he always touched her just right.
Jenna arched her back as her fingers circled upward, touching her breasts.Her thumbs flicked tenderly over her sensitive nipples, which swiftly hardened beneath her touches.
Her breaths came quicker when she felt the rough scrape of his stubble against her breasts as he slurped a nipple into his hot mouth.The tender way he’d suck on first one and then the other one, always brought an arrow of need and warm cream coursing deep into her vagina.
Lube, he’d joke.
