Usually I did the dishes alone, so that Rory could plug back into work and prepare for the next day. Tonight, we were a team. Halfway through, my handsome man took my hand, and we danced to the Hall & Oates he’d put on a few minutes earlier.
I giggled as he spun me round. He whispered into my ear that he loved me. He pushed me away and looked into my eyes andpulled me in for a kiss. Not a twenty-years-of-marriage kiss. I’m talking about the real thing. A kiss filled with desire. Not unlike our first ones in New York. I even felt his tongue touch my teeth.
Consider my libido back in action.Put me in coach! I’m ready to play!
My knees nearly buckled as I thought of how warming it was to have him back.
And it felt like this wasn’t a tease. We’d cracked the core of our issues. Tomorrow would be the same. We’d gotten over the hump. Margot and Rory Simpson, the sequel!
As he touched my more sensitive areas this time, I noticed a momentary hesitation inside me, a lingering hurt from the rejection the night before. Not wanting him to turn me down again, I let him lead.
Rory touched my stomach, my flat stomach, the flattest it had been since college. “My God,” he moaned. “Is this really happening?”
He was “seeing” me, and it was all I could do to restrain myself.
His hands moved up to my smaller but more perfecter breasts. Yes, that’s a word. Who are you, the Word Police? Perfecter, perfecter,perfecter!
A wave of lightheadedness ran over me at his touch. My knight thrust his tongue into my mouth as he moaned more cravings. I hadn’t felt so wanted in many years.
He grew harder as he pressed against me, and for the second time that year—the second time in twenty-four hours—I reached between his legs. The Supreme Leader (yeah, I’ll give him that tonight) swelled even more in my hand.
A gasped escaped me, and I needed him inside me so badly.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I whispered.
“You and me both,” he admitted. “Where have I been? God, where have I been?”
His words fed my own craving, and I bit his earlobe andpressed my body against him, pulling him closer and closer, our hips locking as if they might never separate again.
Finally getting his prize, Rory moved the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and I shimmied out. He unhooked my bra and kissed my nipples and ran his hands up and down my body, as if he were exploring me for the first time.
“Leave your shoes on, okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” I muttered. His deepest fetish was making love to me while I wore sexy shoes. I nodded as I unbuttoned and stripped off his shirt. I lowered my hands and quickly undid his pants, each moment growing in energy and anticipation. I pulled down his boxer briefs and dropped to my knees. He moaned louder as I took him in my hands and mouth, wanting him more than I ever had.
He soon lifted me up onto the counter, and we clumsily attempted to make love. We couldn’t quite make it work. That was okay, though. We both laughed at the folly as he led me onto the couch in the next room.
Rory and I made the finest love I could ever have imagined. As we danced together sexually, I bathed in the joy of having him back. No longer would I need to fear going at this world alone. Everything would be all right.
It wasn’t until later, while we cuddled together, that he asked, “Did you intentionally mismatch my socks? I went to work with one black and one navy today. Didn’t even realize it until Nadine mentioned it.”
I smiled.Busted. I almost denied it, but that would be no way to start our reunion. “Guilty as charged.”
“You’re going after me right now, aren’t you? Am I driving you crazy or what?”
“I’ve…I’ve been frustrated, my love. That’s all.”
“I can tell. Mismatched socks. Letting Phil up on the bed.Deleting my games. God knows what else.” He stroked my hair. “I love you. Today as much as ever. You have to know that.”
“I know you do,” I said. “I need you to show it more. You can tell me all day, and it doesn’t make a difference. I know you have your aspirations, and I fully support you, but we still need to have a marriage.”
He gently moved his fingers along my forehead and kissed my cheek. “You’re right, baby. You’re right.”
“By the way, why was Nadine looking at your ankles?”
He froze. “Oh, c’mon.”
“I’m just kidding.”
