Lincoln looked behind him and saw the other shoe. “Damn it. Were you messing with me this whole time?”
I smiled.
Lincoln quickly put on his shoe and, peering at the time, he quickly ran to the door. Then I, smiling wide, remembering how full of love my heart was in that moment, gave him his little lunch bag; something he chose to stop carrying, claiming it was too much stuff for him to deal with as he was getting to work.
But I remembered how happy it made him to eat some home-cooked meals instead of just getting stuff from the canteen that felt so less and manufactured.
I poured my love into it, and it made me happy every time he’d bring back the container with it completely empty…
that is, until he made me stop making them.
As he was getting ready to head out through the door, he stopped at the threshold and turned around. I stared at him standing there in the front door, trying not to make myself sad knowing that I would miss him for many, many hours, and only see him later that night to spend a couple of hours with him while he was barely awake, only for him to get up and do it again.
“Baby,” he said with the most gentle face, no longer rushing.
“Go, you’re going to be late,” I said sadly.
He looked downcast, but then, looking outside, he turned back around to face me, dropping his bag and, oh my God, he came back in the house with a confident stride, using his arm to scoop me up to kiss me as if I were the only thing important to him in that whole moment.
Wrapping my arms around him, locking them behind his neck, I kissed him back, one of my hands tracing a path down to the front of his pants.
“Mmm succubus,” he teased, smiling into the kiss.
“You’re going to be so late. No. Link, go,” I laughed, remembering how much love I felt.
“I will. Your powers are too strong. It’s your fault. You do this to me.”
“Well I’m releasing you.”
“I don’t want to be released,” he said to me, kissing me deeply, his eyes closed as he rocked into me, lowering himself only momentarily so that he could pick me up around the back of my thighs and hold me up against the wall after having unbuckled his pants, causing them to pool at his ankles.
That sweet memory.
That sweet memory of his cock filling me, the way my back slammed against the wall, one of our pictures hanging there having fallen off due to the assault of our lovemaking.
For the next fifteen minutes Lincoln took me until he came again. I was all spent so I didn’t come that time, but it didn’t matter because my head was zinging. Just having my husband inside of me was love’s best drug.
His hair was all messy, his shirt was messy, his pants were messy.
I could tell he didn’t want to go to work, and he didn’t even bother fixing himself up at that moment. He kept kissing me. I had to basically push him out the door.
“Okay I’m serious, you need to go. Haha, Link!” I squealed as he kissed my neck and made a growling noise in it again.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you most,” I laughed, blushing at the memory.
My bottom lip is sore from biting it.
“Gabby?” a little voice interrupts my thoughts.
Morris is on my lap, and for a quick moment I thought Morris was the one speaking. But when I look up at the front door, I see Lincoln standing there, looking concerned.
I’m in the smaller sofa, and nothing is wrong with Morris, and then I realize I’m crying.
