“Where do you pull all these stories from?” I ask. “Do you sit around during the day thinking them up?”
I feel his mouth spread out into a grin against my skin in between the kisses he’s pressing to my neck. He doesn’t answer me, though. Instead, he moves on top of me and finds my eyes before saying, “I’m only going to get about twenty minutes alone with you all day, Madison. You can ask me questions about how smart I am later. Right now, I want your mouth on mine.”
I roll my eyes. Seriously, this man is far too cocky.
“Babe. Mouth.” The way my husband is looking at me is as much of a growl as his demand. If I wasn’t fully awake a second ago, I am now.
I put my hands to his chest and push him back so I can sit up. A moment later, I’m sitting in his lap, and he’s got my mouth where he wants it. He’s also got his hands where I know he wants them because after all these years together, I know that J’s favourite thing in the world is having his hands on my breasts.
My favourite thing in the world? Knowing that he still desires me now just as much as he did eighteen years ago when he first kissed me.
Today, he kisses me like he’s been starved of me. I feel the same way. We haven’t had sex for three days, which is a long time for us. Often, we have it twice a day. This week has been so hectic that we’ve struggled to find time together. J tried to initiate it last night after we’d finished wrapping the girls’ Christmas presents and getting ready for today. I’d looked at him like he was a crazy man and told him if he tried to come near me, I’d do damage to his balls. I must have had the look in my eyes that tells him I mean business because he didn’t even try to pull me into his arms to go to sleep.
“Fuck,” J rasps when he ends our kiss. “This is the last time we go days without sex.” He’s barely got those words out of his mouth before he’s yanking my nightie over my head and bending his face so he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arch my back and grip his shoulders as I moan.
Holy fuck, this feels good.
I never fail to lose myself in J and today is no different. That’s why he needs to be the one to come up with the stories for our daughters when they catch us together, because he only has to put his mouth on me, and I lose all good sense.
While he spends time with my breasts, he brings his hand to my pussy and rubs my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“That’s because you haven’t fucked me for three days.” I say this because I know it will affect him in a certain way. A way that will encourage him to just fuck me already. Usually, I’m all about the foreplay, but today, I just want him inside me.
He growls something I can’t make out, and a moment later, he’s got me on my back and is stripping his boxer briefs from his body.
Then, he pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and thrusts hard inside me. His eyes are firmly on mine as he says, “It’s never my choice not to fuck you.”
I dig my fingernails into his skin where I’m gripping him tightly. “How about you give me your mouth instead of telling me all your thoughts?”
His eyes flash with desire right before his lips crash down onto mine.
We’re all desperate hands and mouths while we both take what we need.
J and I may grumble our way through parts of our relationship, but coming back together like this is how we say, “I love you. I want you. I need you.” It’s our most important way of constant reconnection in amongst a busy life that could interrupt our connection if we let it.
It doesn’t take either of us long to come this morning. Afterwards, J pulls me into his arms and drops a kiss to my forehead. “The next time you tell me you’ll do damage to my balls if I come near you, I’m not listening.”
My soul smiles as I look up at him. “I wouldn’t recommend that.”
He tightens his arm around me. “I’ll take my chances.”
“Well, it was nice knowing your balls.”
“You’re all talk, baby. We both know you would never hurt my balls.”
I hook one leg over his as I trace my fingers over the circle tattoo on his chest. The one with the three dates around the circle and the letter “M” in the middle. He recently added our three daughters’ names around the outside of the circle: Willow, Jewel, and Dallas. I feel emotional whenever I spend time with this tattoo. “You’re probably right.”
“Fuck me. Did you just agree with me?”
I smile and meet his eyes. “It’s my Christmas present to you. I hope you loved it.”
He takes a moment with that before finally saying, “I love it more when you give me hell.”
My smile grows. “I do know this about you. I take advantage of that when I can.”
