I slowly withdraw as I kiss him before I shove home hard. His gasping moan resonates to the very depths of my soul.
“You want it, pet?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
I sit up enough I can reach between us with one hand and wrap my fingers around his cock. Stroking him while fucking him means it’s not difficult to time it just right. He’s primed and ready to shoot.
Another reason I made him hold it during our latest time apart.
I’m watching his eyes as I feel pleasure building within me. While I’d love nothing more than to take my time and fuck him all night, we’re both exhausted. It’s been a long damn week, and there’s only so much we can do tonight.
When I feel his body clamp down on me, I stop holding back. I kiss him again, swallowing every moan and wishing this could be us all the time.
Normal.
Sort of.
What passes for normal for us.
I reach up and untie his hands even as I’m still kissing him, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me in place. This is also part of our routine. We’ll take a shower together and then come back to bed, and either make love again or fall asleep.
Either way, I’m good with that as long as he’s in my arms.
Finally, a genuine, easy smile from my pet. “I’m going to have marks on my ass in the morning, won’t I?”
“Not just there.” I’m always careful with his left leg, because he has to walk. But I mark him anywhere else his clothing will hide.
He wiggles his hips against mine. “Damn, I needed that, Master.”
“You’re not the only one.” I decide to fuck with him. “Senator Walker and that hot hubby of his sure looked yummy at Tuesday night’s dinner. What’s his name…Daniel, right? Works for a congressman?”
It takes everything I have not to laugh when his eyes widened. “What?”
“I think it was Senator Torres’ daughter who stole the show, though. Man, she was trying her best to work you, wasn’t she?”
His eyes widen even more. “You saw?”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “I see everything, pet. I’d think you’d know that by now.”
Elliot finally bursts out laughing. “Dammit, I never even saw you.”
“You weren’t meant to.” I kiss him. “I didn’t want to make you nervous.”
“My stalky Sir. Or is that stalkery?”
“You mind?”
“I didn’t say that.” He nuzzles his nose against mine. “I like knowing there’s a chance you’re out there watching me.”
I look into his eyes. “You become POTUS, my eyes will always be on you, pet.”
He stares into my eyes for a long, quiet moment. “What if I decide not to run?”
My heart might stop. I struggle not to let hope gain a foothold in my brain. “Ifollowyou. You decide not to run, for anything, and that’s it. Just ask me for us to be official, and I’ll take care of you.”
“But you’ll be working for ShaeLynn Samuels. You and I both know she’s going to win. That’s four to eight years, in addition to the time leading up to the general.”
“Tell me not to take the job. Promise me you won’t run for re-election, and that you’ll be with me, and I’ll call Chris back right now and withdraw. Done.”
