You fall asleep

I don’t remember deciding to fall asleep.

One minute I was still holding Jess, phone dark on the cushion beside me, the warm firm weight of her belly under my hand. The next, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains and something soft and heavy was pressed against the hard length of my cock.

I woke slowly.

Jess had shifted in the night. She was still against me, but she’d turned more onto her side so that the underside of her pregnant belly rested directly over my erection. The soft grey T-shirt had ridden up in her sleep, leaving a wide strip of warm, taut skin against me. My hand was still on the side of her stomach. Her own hand covered mine, keeping it there.

She was awake.

I felt it in the careful way she was breathing. In the slight tension that hadn’t been there when she first fell asleep. She hadn’t pulled away. She was just… staying.

For a long second neither of us spoke.

Then her voice came, quiet and a little rough from sleep.

“You’re hard.”

It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t even surprised. Just a soft statement of fact against the morning quiet.

I swallowed. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.” She didn’t move. The warm weight of her belly stayed right where it was, pressed against the thick ridge of my cock through my clothes. “I felt it a while ago. I just… didn’t want to move yet.”

Her fingers tightened slightly over mine on the side of her stomach.

“It’s been so long since anyone’s been this close without me having to suck everything in or turn away,” she whispered. “Even asleep I think I kept wanting to feel it. The weight of it against you. Like it was allowed.”

I could feel every slow breath she took. The way the firm curve of her belly shifted against my cock when she inhaled. The soft press of her breast against my arm. My pulse was heavy in my throat.

“Jess—”

“I’m not asking for anything,” she said quickly, still not looking at me. “I know this is already a lot. You let me stay. You held me. You didn’t make me feel disgusting for being like this. I just… woke up and you were still here. Still touching it. And it felt nice. Safer than it’s felt in months.”

She finally turned her head a little so I could see the side of her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were dark and tired and honest.

“Is it weird that I like how hard you are against me right now?” she asked softly. “Even though we barely know each other?”

The question landed straight in the same dark place Lisa had opened the night before.

I looked down at the place where her pregnant belly rested against my cock. The stretched skin was warm and smooth under the rucked-up T-shirt. Five and a half months. High. Firm. Belonging to a nineteen-year-old girl who had nowhere else to go and who was currently choosing to keep the soft heavy weight of it pressed right against the evidence of how much I wanted her.

“No,” I said, voice low. “It’s not weird.”

Jess exhaled slowly. Then, very carefully, she shifted her hips just enough to press the underside of her belly more firmly against me. Not grinding. Just settling deeper into the contact, like she was testing how much of it she was allowed to keep.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I don’t want to move yet.”

I stayed exactly where I was, hand still on the side of her stomach, cock throbbing against the warm curve of her, and let the morning light grow stronger around us while she breathed against me.

The addiction that had started with Lisa the night before settled deeper, quieter, and far more permanent.