“I want some time with you first. We’re okayfor a couple of years before we start making babies. I want to haveyou all to myself for a while.”
“Well, when you put it like that.” She throwsher leg over my hips – the boots are gone, but those thigh-highsare staying right where they are – and sits on me. I’m alreadyhard. She starts rubbing her pussy against my dick, making herselfwet.
“Get it, babe.” I grab her ass, but don’tstop her motion. “Take what you want.”
I’m watching the show and loving what I see.She doesn’t hold anything back, everything she’s feeling is writtenall over her face.
And I’m her “one.” Amazing.
Her hands are on my pecs and her nails aredigging into my skin as she’s working herself up. She stops, leansover, grabs the much shorter strip of condoms, pulls one off, andscooches back a bit as she tears the foil. I lift my dick to helpher, and she grins as she rolls the condom slowly down to theroot.
As she takes me inside, she’s holding herbottom lip with her teeth. I sit up and take that luscious lipbetween my teeth, then soothe it with my tongue. She wraps her legsaround me, and we begin to kiss, slow and deep. She’s grinding onme, gripping me with her pussy’s inner walls, moaning down mythroat as she works that spot deep inside her.
This is different than our sex-a-thon, whichwas all about exploring and satisfying needs and fantasies we’dbeen harboring for months. This is about our connection. Our bodiessaying what we know is true: we love each other. We found ourforever.
Slowly, she’s building it in me, and herself,and when she moves her hands from my cheeks, she circles myshoulders, I can feel she’s almost there. We’re pressed so tightlytogether, her moves become mine. She pulls her head back, breakingthe kiss so she can watch me as she lets go. I’m right there withher, my release a slow and steady rush.
“Love you, Ethan,” she says, and she lowersher head to my shoulder.
“Love you, baby. So much.”
***
She doesn’t want me driving withoutsustenance. That’s the word she uses. But she has to know she’s fedmy soul. Given me a well of reserves to draw on as I’m forced toface more time away from her. God, I can’t wait for this fuckin’ opto be over.
We’re sitting naked in bed – she’s stillwearing the thigh-highs – eating breakfast, drinking coffee, andshe’s looking at houses on her phone.
“I’m thinking Framingham,” she mutters, herhead down, looking at the screen. “It’s about twenty-six miles toyour office.”
“How far to Dutchford?”
Her head comes up. “About forty miles.”
“Too far, Flower. It’s dark at four o’clockall of December. I don’t want you driving that far in the dark,especially in bad weather.”
“But it’s okay for you to drive that far inbad weather in the dark?”
I grin.
She sighs. “I’m not going to win thisargument, am I?”
“Nope.” I grab the phone, look at the map,then look up a few towns. When I hand the phone back to her, Ipoint at the screen and say, “Mendon. It’s six miles to thefreeway, and then it’s all freeway to the office.” As she startstapping, I add, “Forty miles. Freeway miles. Not windingtwo-lane-road miles. There’s a difference, and you know it.”
She shakes her head. “Your Neanderthaltendencies need tempering.”
I laugh. “I’m sure you’ll do your level bestto work on that.”
“Damn straight.”
“Mendon, babe. Look it up. From the little Iread, it’s mostly homeowners, good schools, and more exurban thansuburban.” I take the phone from her hand, toss it on the bed. ThenI put my hands under her armpits and lift her to her knees. Shewalks on her knees to me. “Find a house with a conservatory, enoughland for Boo and kids to run around with space left over for yourgreenhouse.”
With one hand she cups my jaw and with theother she runs her fingers through my beard while gazing at me.“You going to take a shower?” She’s trying hard to stay level, butI can feel the sad descending on both of us.
“Nope. Wanna smell you on me for as long as Ican.”
“Hurts,” she whispers.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. WhenI open them, I see her fighting tears. “When this op is over, I’mgoing to ask if there are any openings in Intelligence. They dothreat analysis and make strategic recommendations. With mybackground and language skills, I think they’ll see me as anasset.”
