“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” she pants, her voice a little unsteady from the pounding she’s getting.
“You could always join in.” JD grins over his shoulder, wagging his brows. Not at me, but at my wife. “I’ll share Jols with you, Abbey.”
A possessive growl rips from my lips, and I don’t even try to fucking hide it.
“No one touches my wife but me!”
JD and Jols snicker, and Abbey turns to me, her big caramel eyes locking with mine.
“Can we wait outside for them to finish?”
I nod, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek. “Sure, Angel.”
I tug my wife out of the doorway, leaning in to scoop up my throw blanket off my bed, and close the door before leading her to the seat under the window on the porch.
I know she said she’s not really in the mood to do anything, but she did admit she’s wet, so the idea of just snuggling with her on my lap is turning into something more inside my head.
She was turned on back in the barn, despite the moment of trauma that has obviously resurfaced today. I want to remind her that when we come together, nothing else has to exist, but I need to be careful. She’s very on edge tonight, and the last thing I want to do is send her into a flashback.
But still… her flushed cheeks are obvious under the porch light, and making her come might actually help her relax.
Lowering to sit in the chair, I decide to push her a little and see how she reacts, so I point to her jeans.
“Take them off.”
Her brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Angel.”
For a long moment, she just stares at me before she speaks.
“I’m not in the mood.”
I shrug. “You’ll be comfier under this blanket with those tight jeans off.” I start to spread the blanket out over my lap. “Now, off with them and get under here.”
She chews on her lip like she sometimes does, and I know she’s weighing up all the scenarios.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I tell her, and she smirks.
“And if I say red instead of doing what you asked?”
“Then your pants stay on, and you can be uncomfortable as you cuddle me.”
A snicker escapes her, and she shakes her head as she starts undoing her jeans.
“You drive a hard bargain.” She glances over her shoulders, checking to see if anyone is around before toeing off her shoes and tugging down her jeans, stepping out of them and draping them over the back of my chair. “What about these?” She points to her panties, and I shrug.
“Leave them on.” I want to say I can work around them, but I keep it to myself, almost wanting her to think nothing untoward is going to happen.
I want her to want more. To feel the tension and anticipation. To let the wonder tease her. To have her craving me as much as I crave her.
Lifting up the large blanket, I welcome her onto my lap, and she quickly dives in, the cold night air making her move with a sense of urgency. She straddles my lap, weaving her arms around me, and I wrap the blanket around us, making a little cocoon.
“Shit, it’s cold.” She shivers as she snuggles into my chest, so I tug her closer, running my hands up and down her back until our body heat starts to make an oven under the blanket.
The grunts, moans and skin slapping coming from inside make us both snicker for a moment, keeping the mood light, and all I can think about is how fucking perfectly she moulds against my body. How I can feel the press of her mound against the hardening shaft of my cock.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of my wife.
