“Yes.”
“We really made a mess of things, huh?”
“We’re both too pigheaded for our own good.”
“Can you repeat that so I can record it?”
“Shut. Up.” He drags his nails through my scalp in a way he knows I love.
“We should have spoken to our friends sooner.” Xavier arches a brow, and I take the hit.
“That one’s on me.” I still hate airing our laundry to anyone. It’s no bearing on our friends; it’s just how it is.
“Let’s not beat ourselves up for our mistakes. I don’t want to play the blame game. Let’s agree we both made mistakes, learn from it, move forward, and promise we’ll communicate better in the future.”
I brush my lips against his. “You always were the smarter one.”
“Can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we’re equally matched when it comes to stubbornness and intelligence.”
“Oh, look, he’s showering me with compliments now,” I tease, running my fingers down his chest and over his stomach. The little hitch in his breath is a dead giveaway.
“If it gets me what I want, I’ll rain compliments upon you all night,” he rasps, sucking in a gasp as I rub him over his pajama pants.
“Is this all for me?” My gruff tone confirms I’m equally as turned on as my cock turns to steel. I stroke him through the thin cotton, loving the feel of his thick girth under my hand.
“Always, Drill Sergeant.”
“I love you.” My hand dives under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his naked flesh.
“Not as much as I love you.” He cups my junk through my sleep pants as he leans in for a kiss.
I take control, knowing he won’t fight it tonight. “Prove it.” I nip at his bottom lip, sucking it gently between my teeth.
“I’m already two steps ahead of you.” He smirks while lifting his hips and allowing me to peel his pajamas down his legs.
“Stay there,” I instruct, licking my lips and leaking precum as my husband spreads his legs and wraps a hand around his erection.
Climbing off the bed, I race toward my bag, removing the lube I packed at the last minute. I nearly come on the spot when I turn around; the sight of my husband jerking himself is almost too hot to handle. “Fuck. You’re so sexy.” I shove my pants down my legs and kick them aside.
“Right back at ya, babe.” His eyes are like heat-seeking missiles glued to my cock as I swagger toward the bed.
Setting the lube down on the nightstand, I climb back into the bed and plant one on him. Xavier moans into my mouth as my tongue tangoes with his, and my palm finds his rigid length, pushing his hand aside so I can jerk him off. His fingers curl around my shaft, and our kissing turns frantic as we stroke one another, pivoting our hips and clawing at each other.
“I need to be inside you, Bright One,” I say, sitting up and grabbing the lube.
“Thought you’d never ask,” my husband cheekily replies, lying flat on his back with his legs spread and his knees bent.
Positioning myself in between his toned thighs, I drip lube over his crack and smother my fingers in it. Then I gently tease him, adding one finger at a time until he fully relaxes and I feel him stretching around me. The moans coming out of his mouth have me dry humping the mattress like a horny teenager.
Xavier bucks his hips and whimpers when I curl my fingers inside, rubbing against his P-spot with skillful precision born from years of making love to this man.
“Sawyer, please.”
I don’t want to drag this out or torture him. Tonight, I want him to know how much I love and adore him, and I plan to take my time making love to him repeatedly. We have months of catching up to do, and it’s what he needs and wants. He wouldn’t have readily handed over control or offered up his ass if we weren’t on the same page.
It feels good to finally be here.
Removing my fingers, I lean back on my heels, and my husband watches as I coat my dick in lube before drizzling some more along his back passage. Xavier wraps his arms underneath his knees, pulling his legs up to his chest and offering me a glorious view of his hole. It’s glistening with lube, clenching and unclenching with need.
