Page 86 of Marriage and the Midlife Crisis

I glanced over my shoulder, because the sight of Mitch the Bitch crawling away was something I didn’t want to miss. Sadly, he was able to push himself up to his knees, before grabbing the doorframe and hoisting himself up. He limped out the door, slamming it behind him so hard that it rattled in the frame.

“You are amazing, woman. Absolutely, fucking amazing.”

He smothered me with kisses, and they quickly turned passionate. When we stopped long enough to breathe, Ryan cupped my cheeks and stared down at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen in a long time from him.

“You called me your husband, and then referred to this as our house, when you told Mitch to get out,” he clarified. “You have no idea how fucking good that felt. I am yours, Melanie. Always have been, always will be. And this house isn’t a home unless you are here with me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Those words, nothing more than a whisper that slipped out without conscious thought, instantly changed the energy of the room.

Ryan froze for a second and then exploded into action. He swooped me up in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly as he carried me up the stairs. For once, I didn’t mind all the time he’d spent working out at the gym with Mitch, because he was barely breathing heavily by the time he set me down at the foot of our bed.

I took a moment to admire the expanse of flesh on display. His broad chest, covered in a light dusting of hair, the well-defined pecs, and the abs that made me want to trace them with my tongue. His sweatpants, the only article of clothing he wore, did nothing to hide his thick erection.

He slipped his fingers under the waistband and slid the fabric over his slim hips, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside when they fell to the floor, leaving him beautifully, gorgeously nude.

I reached for the hem of my sweater, only to have Ryan reach out a hand to stop me.

“This is my gift to unwrap,” he said huskily, his gaze roving feverishly over my body.

He took a step toward me, and then another, before grasping the hem and pulling the sweater over my head. He tossed it over his shoulder, neither of us caring where it landed.

Since I hadn’t taken the time to put on a bra earlier, my nipples were tightly pebbled, partly from the chill in the room, but mostly from feel of the sweater against the sensitive peaks. The heat in Ryan’s eyes as he stared at me made them stiffen even more.

He reached up to cup my breasts in his hands, molding his fingers around the supple flesh as if memorizing the shape. He brushed his thumbs over my nipples, and the sensation that pulsed through my veins made my knees weak.

“You are so incredibly sexy, Melanie. You have no idea how much I want you.”

I looked down at his cock, long, thick, and impossibly hard. “I think I do,” I mused. My mouth watered as I remembered how much I loved to suck him off. After our last, disastrous blow job, I was a little surprised to realize how much I wanted to drop to my knees before him and swallow him down.

I reached out to wrap my hand around his shaft, but he stopped me and threaded his fingers through mine. He drew my hand up to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on my palm followed by a sensual flick of his tongue. It sent a shiver up my spine, and he didn’t miss my reaction.

“Oh, sweetness, if you liked that, you’re going to love what I do with my tongue next.”

His throaty promise made my pussy throb with remembered pleasure. He palmed my ass as he pulled me to him, grinding his erection against me as he bent his head and nibbled his way down my neck.

Anticipation raced through me when he slipped his hands under the waistband of my leggings, and he let out a loud groan when he encountered nothing but my warm skin underneath.

“Fuck, no panties again?”

“I was in a hurry to get dressed,” I said, gasping as he slipped one long finger down the crease of my ass and gently circled the tightly puckered hole he found. He hadn’t taken me there in well over a year now, and the tender flesh seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive after being neglected for so long.

He pushed my leggings down and bent to pull them off completely, lifting one foot and then the other while I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder. When he stood, he took a moment to study me, his blue eyes piercing as he roved over every single inch.

In that moment, I was immensely thankful that a disposable razor had been one of the items I’d found with the travel-sized toiletries in my vanity. I’d have been mortified if I’d been standing with hairy legs and a lady garden that was overdue for a trim. I was also thankful that I’d taken a shower last night, so I felt nice and fresh for what I hoped was about to happen. After our make-out session on the couch had left me unbearably aroused, I’d needed the pulsating mode on the detachable shower head to find some relief.

Ryan smiled then, a slow, wickedly seductive smile that I hadn’t seen in so long, it nearly made me weep.

He stepped closer and put a finger under my chin to tilt my head up, then ever so slowly bent his head to capture my lips with his. The moment our lips touched, he went positively feral, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with mine. He grasped my leg and hiked it over his hip, then circled his hips to grind his cock against my core. The feel of him, hot and hard against me made me even wetter than I already was.

Ryan broke contact just enough to whip the covers back with one hand, then nudged me down onto the mattress. He followed, hovering over me in a plank that I would have admired any other time. Now, though, I wanted to feel the weight of him, to feel every inch of his body covering mine. I reached for his ass, admiring the way his muscles flexed under the taut skin as I pulled him to me.

I spread my legs wide to make room for him, then wrapped them around his hips as he settled on top of me.

He kissed me again, passionate, scorching kisses that showed me just how very much he wanted me. I writhed under him, tilting my hips up so that my clit rubbed against him. It didn’t take long before my core tightened, and I knew I was close to flying over the edge.

Ryan knew it, too, and when he shifted off me and whispered, “Not yet, sweetness,” I nearly cried in frustration.

He chuckled, then shifted lower, kissing and licking and sucking on my nipples until I was mindless with need.