Chapter 14
I’msittingwithalarge glass of wine and my laptop, never quite able to let the work I do go, when Trent comes into the living room and sits on the couch next to me. He reaches to pull my feet out from beneath me and starts giving me an amazing massage.
I flip the laptop shut and put it on the end table, sliding down against the arm of the couch with a groan. “That feels so good. Thank you.”
He turns to me with a smile, and I know where he’s hoping this will go. “You’re welcome.”
I can’t blame a guy for trying, and he does put up with a lot. But after a very needy bedtime between all three kids where all of them wanted not just their combo story but their own, plus ten minutes of snuggles, I’m absolutely touched out.
The thing is, I probably won’t say no or turn him away. Part of me almost feels like I have to, like it’s part of my wifely duties. But at the same time, it just takes me a bit to get going sometimes. I enjoy sex, especially with Trent, but he needs to start my engine for me.
Once it’s started, I’m into it and things get hot and heavy, it just takes his initiative and push to get there.
He switches from one foot to the other and my body unfurls even more. Sometimes I don’t realize quite how tense I’ve become until Trent intervenes.
After a few minutes he moves his hands up to my calves and pulls me closer. His fingers glide up my leg and down again, creating tingles in his wake. One of my favorite things is when Trent runs his fingers over my body in a nonsexual way. It’s calming and soothing and feels amazing.
He’s risking putting me to sleep instead of getting me in the mood, but I’m sure he’s going to change his tactic soon.
As though hearing my thoughts, his hand glides between my legs and runs his fingers over the seam of my yoga pants.
Without a second of hesitation, he moves so that he’s lying over me and his hips are between my legs.
“You know I love how your ass looks in these pants. But right now, I want nothing more than to tear them from your body.” He drags his erection right along my clit, and I stifle a moan.
His hand slides down the inside of my pants and rubs along my panties so I tip my hips toward his, wanting more.
Leaning back on his feet, he bends down and pulls my pants from my body, which I help by shimmying them off. The pants and panties land with a thud on the floor.
Immediately his face is between my thighs, and I tense. I’m always so self-conscious when he’s down there, even though we’ve been together for so long and he was my first.
But he doesn’t skip a single beat, giving a content hum before laying his tongue on me. A few solid licks up my pussy and my fingers are diving into his hair and tugging while my head dips back with a moan.
Driven by my sounds, he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me closer as he uses the tip of his tongue expertly against my clit. He’s always been able to use just the right amount of pressure at the right angle to have me writhing and moaning beneath him.
Sometimes it’s not fair that my husband is both incredibly sexy and amazing in bed. Other times I think it’s the greatest thing in the world since he’s all mine. I just can’t measure up because I’m neither incredibly sexy, nor amazing in bed. I kind of let him do his thing and get a participation award most of the time.
“Trent.” His name oozes from my mouth like warm molasses, slow and thick.
His only response is to close his lips around my clit and suck, effectively peeling my spine from the couch while I arch. One hand lands on my lower abdomen and pushes me down while the other dips two fingers inside me.
He’s playing hardball and it’s not fair, pulling out all the stops of what he knows I like and what will send me over the edge in a flurry of an orgasm.
It’s not until he slides a third finger inside me that I lose all control. I tug at his hair, buck against his face and pull a pillow over my face to muffle the sounds of my scream as I come against his tongue and around his fingers.
My whole body trembles while he slows his momentum and starts kissing the inside of my thighs. He keeps his fingers inside me and wiggles them a few more times, causing me to groan and bite at the pillow.
Once he removes his fingers, he pulls the pillow from my face and hovers above me, brushing some curls from my forehead. “You’re so sexy, baby. God the noises you make. Mm. My favorite sounds in the world.”
“Want to move this to the floor?”
“We don’t have to do more. You looked tense. I wanted to make sure you came and relaxed a little.”
He always says that, and while I’m sure he means we don’t have to do more, now I’m craving his cock like nothing else.
“Floor, now.”
A coy smile pulls up one side of his mouth, and he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, laying it out on the carpet before I move to settle in.
