The grandfather clock starts its seemingly endless striking, and I kick the front door shut.
The puppies start on their puppy barking but that doesn’t stop me. I carry my wife up to our bedroom.
Setting her on her feet, I lock our door. She backs up a few paces, and says, “What is happening right now?” Darts her tongue out, the little tease.
Closing the distance, I cup her nape in my hand. “Let’s find out.” I skim her lips with mine, my dick straining in my pants. “You don’t want to tell me how long you’ve been crushing on me—fine. Would you like to hear how hard I’ve been fantasizing about you since you became my wife?”
She takes a quick breath, then gently removes my glasses and drops them on top of her bag, at our feet.
“Just for the record… because I’m not one to keep secrets… I know you looked at me last night… when I was in the shower.”
She bites her lip, drops her gaze.Good girl. “I shouldn’t have—”
“Yeah you should’ve,” I whisper. Feeling her bristle, I grab a fistful of her hair and gently force her to look at me. “You’re mywife, Willow. I’ve been fantasizing about you since that Phish concert, maybe before. It was driving me crazy… never spent so much time in my office here, trying to make sure you were asleep before coming upstairs.”
She brings her body flush against mine, hands tugging at my shirt.
“And it’s not just lust, it’s so much deeper than that—”
She shuts me up with her lips on mine, full and greedy and taking.
I pull her tighter to me, explore her mouth, relishing her taste, loving how she darts her tongue around mine. When I hoist her on my hips she deepens the kiss.
I didn’t expect that. Not at all. The force of her… it incenses me. Sets me alive. She’s soft and so strong at the same time, everything I was afraid she’d be. Everything I love her for. Getting lost in her, I know I’m in for an ocean of pain if I ever lose her.
Breaking the kiss for a beat, she chuckles nervously. “What if the judge asks us our favorite position, or if you snore after sex, or if I drool in my sleep? Wehaveto know, right?”
thirty-three
Willow
“That judge better not ask those kinds of questions if he cares about his life,” he says, skimming my chin with the ridge of his nose, dipping down to furrow my neck. “I think you’re who wants to know, and my question is, if Cass hadn’t said anything, when were you going to tell me?” He unclasps the top of my dress, and the delicious sound of the zipper tears over our heavy breathing while his fingers barely skim my back. “Answer me.”
Damn Cassandra. But also, maybe not. “You weren’t supposed to know,” I admit.
He rears back and I miss the feel of his skin already. “Why not?”
“I’m-It’s embarrassing.”
He laughs. “You, embarrassed?” His laughter dies down, his gaze turning soft. “Must be true, then.” He takes my mouth ina soft kiss, then deepens our embrace, pulling me flush against him again, his heartbeat as fast as mine.
I run my hands in his hair, and he hoists my legs up on him, taking us to the couch. He sets me on the back of it and pulls his shirt off in one movement. My eyes fall to his flat stomach, the muscles rippling under a dusting of hair, then to the bulge in his pants.
“It’s yours, Willow. Take it.” He strokes himself through his pants, then unbuckles his belt and opens up.
Swallowing with difficulty, I pull myself up and stroke him through his boxer shorts. “I’m on the Pill,” I whisper, “and I haven’t been with anyone in… I don’t know how long.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Same. But I can still…” he hisses “try and find a condom if you prefer.”
I free his cock, wetness instantly pooling between my legs. “No.” Pulling him to me with one hand behind his ass, I take him in my mouth.
“Jeeeesus,” he hisses. “I thought I said I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.”
I look up at him, taking him deeper, my tongue relishing the salty bead of precum. I just want to make Noah Callaway come, and I don’t know what that says about me.
“The first time I come is going to be inside my wife.”
I nod, sucking him harder.
