“Not sure you can top those super hero moves, husband,” I say as I wrap myself around him.
“Hmm, for my next act, let’s see if I can get you off from not getting you off.”
“Don’t love the sound of that.”
His eyes are dark and stormy as he carries me through his penthouse to his bed. “Oh, I think you do.”
“I’m so screwed.” I laugh.
“That’s the idea.”
Then he lays me down on his bed and steps back, admiring.
I want to admire the view too, so I say, my voice breathy, “Your clothes.”
He strips quickly, watching me watch him.
Holy crap, he’s beautiful. His face, of course, chiseled and symmetrical and perfect. Then his tanned neck, built shoulders, wide, cut chest. He admitted he’s been killing himself on the weight bench and it shows.
“See something you like, my darling?”
“A few things, but you’re holding out on me.”
“You first.”
I roll my eyes and pull off my panties. He pulls his boxers off too.
“Those damn eyes. My favorite foreplay.” He grips himself and I watch. “Let me see you,” he grits out as he spreads my thighs. He stares for a beat and my skin pebbles, then he starts to bend over.
“Ben,” I stop him from destroying me with his tongue like he’s done a few wonderful times before. “I wantyou.”He freezes and I can see his brain short-circuiting. “C’mon, I know you have a whole cupboard full of condoms around here somewhere.”
He sits back on his heels, “It’s just a drawer, cheeky.”
I roll out from under him and sit up to check the top drawer of his nightstand. I have to jiggle to get it open because it’s stuffed completely full. Of condoms.
I can hear the wince in his voice, “Listen, I haven’t touched that drawer in ages, I…”
“Ben. You like sex, I get it.” I say, meaning it.
“I, yes, I did, did but,” he stammers adorably. I can’t believe he’s nervous.
I push him onto his back, “Did? Excuse me?”
“Do! I do. But Janelle, listen, I know you haven’t wanted…”
“Ben,” I say as I reach down and grip him. His frown starts to melt as he watches me roll the latex down. “Do you not want to?”
“No,no!Yes, I do.” I position myself over him, ready to sink down, “Yes, I want to but—”
“Then this is happening, Boss, get on board.” I start to settle onto him, but just barely. He hisses, watching.
I hiss too, feeling the stretch, “Give me a second.”
“Mhm,” he says and I can see him straining, holding back.
“What’s that?” I say, barely sinking another inch.
I’m breathing, still adjusting, eyes closed as I try to relax. I open my eyes expect to see him staring down at us, together, but he’s staring up at me, at my face. His eyes are melting, his expression awed, like he can’t believe this is happening. I see a muscle twitch at his temple, though, so I smirk, “How do you like the edging now,husband?”
