“Good morning to you,” he says. “Were you just watching me like a creep this whole time?”
I laugh. “I learned from you remember, ‘Mr.I'm going to climb through the window of our own house to role play being a robber so you could have your way with me.’”
“Oh God stop,” he says quickly, burying his face in the pillow.
“What’s the matter?” I tease.
“God stop please! You asked for that!” he says, his voice muffled through the pillow.
“I miss doing that with you.”
“And you callmethe creep,” he laughs.
Feeling playful, I climb on top of his back, straddling him and kneading his shoulders with my palms.
“Oh dear God… oh my God oh yes,” he says, his voice still buried in the pillow.
I press down with my hands right between his shoulder blades, and there’s a muffled crack.
“OOO wow. Sothatwas in there,” I exclaim, my voice still hoarse from sleep.
“Stress,” he answers.
“Well let’s work that puppy out,” I say as I continue to work his back, and he makes all manner of noises that make my pussy feel like it’s going to turn its lips into wings and flap away.
Honestly, I’m still feeling the remnants of my heartbreak from two nights ago. There are so many things I want to ask him, but we’re in a good place right now, and I don’t want to broach any of it just yet, not when the atmosphere is so serene.
We’re going to move forward. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Leaning forward, I press my weight into Lincoln a bit more. He moans, sounding almost like he’s falling back asleep. But as I throw my entire soul into making him feel good, sliding my hands over the curves and sinews of the muscles on his back, I feel him shift underneath me. He does it so gracefully that I never even have to move off of him, and suddenly he’s on his back, holding my waist up before putting me back down, nestled right over what is clearly a very stiff boner.
Smiling up at me, Lincoln brushes his hair back and then slides his hands up to my tits. I feel him playfully squeeze them, and as I look down into his eyes, I can’t help but blush and smile back. We’re both very shy, it seems, and I have no idea why. The way he’s looking at me… it’s very confident. Very predatory, but in a good way.
All the memories of the constant lovemaking we used to make flood back into my mind, and it feels, right now in this moment, like nothing has changed. Like we hadn’t spent the last few months at distance with each other. Like the dinner party never happened. Like he never got the new job at Helion. The sun rays shine through our bedroom, and my eyes are just lost in his.
Lifting my shirt up over my head, my breasts are laid bare as I sit on top of him. Lincoln breathes deeply through his nose, his eyes trailing down to my tits where my nipples are hard and ready. I can see his face tightening, his cock getting harder through his boxers.
My hand trails up to the waistband of his boxers as I peel them back, allowing his penis to spill free.
“So thick,” I whisper.
My husband says nothing. Just smiles at me as though he’s in a trance or half asleep.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask him, noticing the dreamy look, wondering if he’s even here with me right now. He gives me a soft smile.
“Because you’re beautiful. And you’re my wife,” he says, his smirk widening slightly, his eyes softening.
It’s actually the first time in a long while that I’ve seen Lincoln look at me like this, with that softness in his eyes, with that peace and that knowing that everything’s going to be okay. Like it’s just us. Like I’m the only person that matters to him.
I hadn’t felt that way lately, but now… as I lean forward so I can place him inside of me and slide down on him, watching his neck arch back slightly, his lips pressed together and pulled between his teeth, his brows furrowing as he keeps his eyes on me, I feel all the love that laid at the foundation of our relationship.
I moan as I use my hands, palms spread and fingers splayed, to trace down the front of my body completely naked before him. The feel of him inside of me, and the way he places his hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently and slowly, sensually with each of my movements, is an experience that seems to age finely with time.
Something about the way he’s breathing through his nose, trying to keep himself in control as I slide achingly slow up and down his length… I’m so wet that it’s quite easy. It hurts so good, gravity playing its part, using all of my 131 lbs to make sure that Lincoln goes and stays utterly deep.
So deep it feels like he’s going to burst through me, and despite the little shock of pain I feel when I completely settle on him, the head of his dick pressed firmly to seal the gap between my cervix and his cock hole, I still want more.
“Gabrielle.”
