The lazy Sunday we’d spent in bed in New York seemed like a lifetime ago already; since then we’d already made a new life, found a new home, bought more furniture than I thought necessary and I felt momentarily off kilter.
“We’ve already done so much.”
Marie paused. “We have, I suppose. There’s something I’d really like you to do though.”
“What’s that?” I was asking a stupid question. I knew exactly what she was referring to.
“Remind me what good you can do with that cock of yours.” She stood up off my lap and shucked her dress down onto the floor into a silky puddle.
That left her in just a set of lacy underwear, including stockings and a garter. I froze for a moment, wondering how the fuck had I got so lucky.
“I love you.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “Your timing’s impeccable.”
“That wasn’t the right time to say that, was it?” I hoped it hadn’t ruined the moment.
“There’s never a wrong time to say it.” She straddled my lap again, my hands automatically going to her tits, pulling gently at the lace that was keeping me from them.
Some shuffling around and I’d lost the rest of my clothes, Marie’s bra cast aside somewhere we’d hopefully find it before a child did, and my mouth was in my joint favourite place, teasing her nipple while my hand explored between her legs, warm wetness coating my fingers and her hips angling for more.
It’d become a practiced dance now, especially at night when we didn’t know if we’d be interrupted by a child at some point, which we almost had. The bathroom was a good place to hide, as was the cupboard in the kitchen in the new house. We were creative because we had to be, but sometimes easy, half asleep sex was just as good.
I curved my fingers, finding that spot that made her eyes go to the back of her head and her head tip back. Her nipples werehard and tight, her pale skin flushed. I let her get to the point of coming and withdrew my hand making her swear.
“You can come on my cock.” I lifted her hips to where I wanted them, lining her up and then lowering her down. She liked the idea of being in control, for a little while anyway, and when I’d had enough of giving her the reins, we’d christen the rug in front of the fire, which was currently lego free.
That was the last coherent thought before everything went on instinct. Her little mewling sounds as she built her rhythm up again drove me wild, just like the grip she had on my shoulders, her nails digging in causing just the right amount of hurt.
I gave in after a minute or two, wanting to go harder, deeper, to have her under me in this home we were creating together, so I lifted her up, still inside her and stood, moving on unstable legs to the rug, placing her down carefully.
“That was skilful, but you keep interrupting my orgasm.” She pinched my arse. As a result, I bucked into her harder, lifting her knees up towards her chest.
“Let’s see if I can interrupt it this time.” I carried on a pace that I knew wasn’t sustainable for long. “Can’t believe I’m fucking my wife.”
Her hair was cascaded out over the patterned rug, the darkness contrasting against the colours, her cheeks pink and her lips parted. I burned the image onto my brain.
This woman had chosen me.
“I really do love you.” Probably bad timing again as she broke apart, her muscles clenching my cock, her back arching. “I think I love you most when you’re coming.” My words were breathless, not far from the ending myself.
“I love you too.” It was staccato, breaths between each word, her eyes on mine.
I came inside her, understanding that at some point we’d be trying to make a baby this way.
The adventure would continue.
Even beyond when we were the key players in that adventure.
CHAPTER 13
SEPH
Claire: What time did we say we were meeting?
Max: Five. Pizza delivery is six. I’ve sent a money request though as I’ve pre-ordered and paid.
Me: All done. Georgia’s made a cake too.
