Chapter 25
Suds
Dinner over, stomach full, and with a leftover buzz from the day’s alcohol intake, I settle down on the couch with my wife. Mikey’s plumb exhausted and fell sound asleep the moment we got him home.
With one eye on our movie, I lift my arm and pull my gal closer. She tips her head up for a kiss and I oblige. Neither one of us pulls apart and the heat between us rises. I tip back until she falls on top of me. Not in any kind of hurry, we enjoy the feel of each other’s skin and undress real slow. As I continue to caress her soft back, she presses kisses to my neck and chin.
My cock is all kinds of happy because she’s pressing him tight to her thigh. I share the pleasure by lifting my knee to her wet core.
“After-the-case-is-solved-sex may be my favorite.” I murmur in her ear, and she snickers.
“We need some shorter, easier jobs so this happens more often.” Breathing hard, she lifts on her elbows while riding my leg.
With my hands to her waist, I bring her nipple to my mouth, and suck. Done with that side, I make sure the other side is equally stiff.
Heart racing, I lift her up and wait as she places my eager willy at her entrance. Once we’re in place, she sinks down so slow, I may come before we even begin.
“Babe.” Blood runs south as she rides me with eyes closed.
When her lips part and her nails dig into my chest, I increase the pace. This causes her inner muscles to clamp tighter. With my ears ringing, I finger her slick nub and climb higher as our bodies smack together.
“Oh fuck, oh God.” Her rocking accelerates and the sight of my woman on the cusp of orgasm sets my balls on fire.
I hold her hips, bang her into oblivion, and she falls on my chest, trembling like mad. My juices shoot out in this fucking amazing bliss. Hell, I don’t recognize my own damn groan.
A few minutes later, she shifts and kisses my eyelids until I open. “Anybody home?”
“Nope.” I kiss her sexy lips and thread my fingers through her soft, mussed up hair, then pull her nonna’s afghan over her naked body.
While her breathing becomes heavier, I reflect on how lucky I am and before I forget, say a short thanks to the Big Guy for watching over us, especially seeing as how I married a danger magnet.
Finally, physically and mentally sated, I allow both eyes to close, and sleep, dreaming of my brown-eyed Brooklyn babe.
