He raises his brows, keeping his hands glued to my ass. My hands run up his stomach to rest on his pecs through that blue tee he’s wearing that does wonders for his eyes, and also his arms.
Mmm, there’s some new definition coming in on those forearm—focus!
“So…” I don’t know why I’m nervous to bring this up, but I keep my voice extra low considering the company we currently have. “I had this idea.”
He runs one of those hands up my spine and back down again, coaxing a shiver out of me, encouraging me to continue in a whisper.
“I know that we can’t always get the time together we wish we could. And I totally get it if you have to, like, rub one out when I’m not around or whatever, but do you think, if I am home, you could come find me first? And I’ll make you a deal that no matter the day, time, or what we’re doing, I’ll take care of you. If it’s during the day, maybe we can get the kids to keep each other alive for like ten minutes, and I’ll come blow you instead of you fucking that fist you must be so tired of by now?” By the end of my proposition, I’m shy for some reason, looking down at my hands as they trace absent patterns into his shirt.
In the space of a single breath, he bends down ever so slightly, banding his arms just below my ass and lifting me up, spinning me in a fast circle and a laugh breaks free from me. He lowers me down and takes my mouth roughly. When he pulls back, his entire face is scrunched up in offense. “The fuck kind of question is that, Di? That’s the best deal anyone’s ever offered me, and I make deals for a goddamn living. You’re on, baby.”
He seals our deal with another filthy kiss, and it’s laced with the kind of promise that has my core tingling and flutters erupting all throughout my lower abdomen.
And just like that, it strikes me that just like it was so long ago, I’m excited for each new day I get to live with this man by my side.
What will tomorrow bring?
Whatever it is, as long as we’re together, as a team, I finally have that certainty he always did. The feeling that it’s going to be just fine.
TWENTY-TWO
CHRISSY
Today’s forecast is apparently one hell of a banging with a light shower.
And thank God for that. Somehow it’s been over a week since we reconnected (the first and last night we’ve been able to so far), and the forecast is looking good for tonight.
He has me fully naked, his hands gripping my breasts from behind, and I feel his hardness pressed against me where our bodies are joined.
In an instant, he releases me and pushes me toward the bed roughly.
His low voice rumbles as he speaks, and I feel it low in my belly. “On the bed, baby. Get on your hands and knees and wait for me.”
A chill passes through me as I do as he ordered. The vulnerable position has me wide open, the cool air hitting my warm, sensitive flesh, building the anticipation deep in my gut for when it’s him touching me instead.
I hear him leave the room and dig around in the closet before he returns a moment later. I assume he grabbed a couple things from our little treasure chest, but I can’t see him from my position facing the tall, tufted cloth headboard.
I can feel his presence behind me more than anything, and then I hear him curse at the sight of me, bent over and waiting for him. The bed moves with his weight as he climbs on and the waiting, the anticipation is absolutely doing things to me. Desire courses through my blood, awakening every cell in my body, they’re all crying out for his touch.
His hands grab my ass cheeks roughly and begin kneading them firmly, indelicately. Some sort of whimper I can’t even describe leaves my lips and fuck, if I can stop it. My head drops forward, hanging between my shoulders. I can feel I’m already soaked for him, and he’s hardly begun. Not sure I’m gonna survive this night. It’s been nice knowing ya.
“Tonight, I’m going to show you how much I love these fucking curves of yours.” He places a light slap to my ass, and I feel myself slicken even more in expectation of what’s to come. “And I’m going to remind you why you love letting me control your pleasure.”
His hands grip me, pulling my ass cheeks apart and puttingeveryinch of me on display for him. The growl that leaves him at the sight, I think I’ll feel that in my bones for years to come.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s leaned forward and lowered himself so that I can feel his face up against my swollen, soaked flesh. It’s all I can do not to buck off the bed entirely at the feel of him all up in there, no regard for personal space, boundaries, hygiene, or what’s considered socially acceptable. He’s owning my body from behind and below.
And when his tongue finally parts my slit, sinking into me, tasting the need I have for him, his resultant groan vibrates against my pussy in a way that makes me clench around his tongue and grip the bedspread for all I’m worth to try to keep quiet.
He pulls back just enough so that I can make out his growled words.
“Mywoman.”
Another delectable lick.
“Mypussy.”
His tongue finds my clit, and my entire body trembles.
