Chapter 7
Lucy
I wake up slowly, knowing there’s no reason to rush. I remove my sleep mask and see it’s dark outside. I’m not surprised, nor am I surprised that I’m still exhausted.
I look over at Jesse and he’s out cold.
I slide out of bed and pad my way to the living area where my suitcase is. I unzip it and consider putting on a pretty bra and panties set, but should I? Will it be a waste?
No. Being sexy for my husband is never a waste. I grab the pink and black satin and lace set, the one Jesse loves so much, and make my way to the bathroom. The floor tile is cold and I need to pee. I do my business and decide to take a quick shower.
After whipping my hair up into a bun, I shower, enjoying the quiet, the solitude, the warm water washing over my skin. I relish this small reprieve from the world—even Jesse. I love him so much, but everyone needs time alone, and that’s what I’m taking now. Time alone. Time for me.
If I’d thought to bring bath salts or oils, I’d have enjoyed the treat of a bath. I’ll have to remember that for next time.
I’m still so tired. I’ve only slept about five hours. I need more.
So, after toweling myself dry, I slip on the pretty lingerie, let my hair fall down over my shoulders and back, then I carefully climb back into bed. I don’t want to wake Jesse. Truthfully with the way he’s snoring over there, I don’t think I could.
I must have drifted off again because the next time I wake up, it’s to Jesse coming out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, wearing not a single stitch of clothes. Oh boy. Oh boy.
He sees me watching him and gives me a wink and a smile. Oh boy. Just that easily he turns me on. Just a look or a wink or the slightest touch. I know we’re never going to lose that. Ever.
“Jesse,” I rasp.
“Cupcake. Like what you see?” he teases.
“You know I do.” I pull the sheet and blanket down to reveal myself to him and his smile immediately turns into a look of hunger. He licks his lips like he could eat me up. I certainly won’t complain if he does. “You like?”
“Oh, I more than like.” He stalks over, tossing the towel to the floor, just standing next to the bed staring at me. The only movement he makes is the clenching and unclenching of his fists. “You’re like a present on Christmas morning. I don’t know which part to unwrap first.”
“Are you still tired?” I ask him.
“Yeah, but I really need to fuck my wife fast and hard, then we’ll make slow lazy love. When we’re done, we can nap again.”
“Oh boy. That sounds perfect.”
“I really like your lingerie, but I’m going to rip it off. I’ll buy you some new stuff.”
I’m already panting with want as he stands before me, his cock hard, droplets of water still sliding down his body. He’s my walking wet dream. Literally.
True to his word, Jesse dives right in. He moves between my legs and sniffs my pussy through my panties.
“Christ, you smell good. I want to eat this pussy, but I’ll wait until later. Right now I need to fuck you until you scream my name. There’s no one to interrupt and no one to hear but me,” he tells me with a glint in his eye. He grabs one side of my panties in both hands and pulls them apart with ease then repeats it on the same side.
“Oh boy.” I can feel myself getting wetter, my heart racing, all at just the thought of my husband making good on his plans.
“You’ll be more than ‘oh boy-ing’ in a few minutes. Cupcake, you’re so beautiful I’m almost afraid to muss you—almost. I’m going to do all those things you like and then I’m going to do them again.”
He unhooks my bra and I slip my arms out. Those deft fingers slip between my thighs to my pussy.
“You’re so wet, baby. I fucking love it.”
Then he stops touching and starts moving. First, he crawls up my body like a panther. Then he kisses my lips. Next, he grabs his cock and rubs it along my feminine folds, getting the head of his cock good and wet. I may have been with Jesse for more than three years, but it’s still hard to take him inside me sometimes. The man is seriously well-endowed.
“Ready?” he asks.
“More than,” I pant in reply.
