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I come back into the room, and Anna is already asleep. I hate to wake her, but we need to get cleaned up. I kiss her cheek until she opens her eyes. “We need to get cleaned up. We’ll take a quick shower and rinse off, then I’ll strip the bed, and we can sleep in the guest room for tonight.
She yawns and nods. I roll her onto her back and use the rag to clean up between her legs. When satisfied, I pick her up, take her into the bathroom, and set her on the counter. She’s only half awake at this point, so I grab a hair tie and do my best to get it up so I can rinse her off in the shower.
When we are done, she’s awake enough to get dressed for bed and shuffle down the hall. I kissed her goodnight, knowing she would be out before I got in there, and I told her I’d be in when I was done. I decide to run the bedding downstairs and throw them into the wash so we can get them in the dryer in the morning. When I make it into the bedroom, I know she’s asleep, so I crawl in next to her and kiss her shoulder. It doesn’t takelong for me to fall asleep either, but I do so with a smile on my face. And a new hope for our future.
Anna
I wake up sore. But the good kind of sore—the kind that reminds me how thoroughly I was used last night. It makes me want it all over again. I stretch and roll over to find Grey yawning and rubbing his eyes. I can’t help but smile.
“Good morning,” I say as I lean in to kiss his cheek. He surprises me by grabbing me and bringing me to his chest. I feel his morning arousal under me.
“Good morning, are you sore?” He looks so worried; it’s cute.
“A little, but the good kind,” he quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough last night? I feel like I got carried away. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” I sit up and straddle him so I can look at him. I feel him hardening under me, causing me to smile.
“I think you like the idea of hurting me.” I roll my hips, making him groan.
“Anna, you’re sore. I don’t enjoy the thought of causing you more pain, knowing you are already in it.” He stills my movements. I sit up off of him a little, reaching between us, and take his cock out. I fist it a couple of times.
“Now, who’s being mean?” He says, but he’s thrusting into my hand. He tips his head back and closes his eyes. I take that moment to reach down with my other hand and move my panties to the side. I moan as I lower myself onto his length. Ithurts a little, but that just makes me more wet, thinking of why I hurt.
His eyes snap open, and I take his hands in each of mine and put them above his head. Intertwine our fingers and look down at him as I move back and forth slowly. Last night was wild and rough, and everything we needed but this, looking into his eyes as I ride his cock, this is different.
“I love you, Greyson.” I lean down and kiss him tenderly as I move a little faster. My movements are still slow, almost lazy, but I feel my release build, so I push up, looking at him again.
“I love you, too. I don’t think I could survive without you. You are the best part of my day. And the fact, you’ve questioned that and us. I am so sorry, Anna. So sorry..” I cut off his words with a kiss. I release his hands, and he rolls on top of me, our lips and our centers locked together.
He continues to kiss me; his thrusts are slow but deep and hard. It’s like he’s branding himself inside of me. He pulls away and leans his forehead on mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. Neither of us says another word; only our soft moans and heavy breathing fill the room. At this moment, I do not doubt that there never was anyone but me. And I accept that we just had a few hard years, and realize this, the way we are making love now, is a silent promise to try harder from now on.
When we finish, we do so at the same time. It’s more satisfying than that first one last night, after all the teasing. This was more gentle, it was us physically showing our love for one another.
We stay like that for a while, joined as one. Grey softens inside of me, and I feel him dripping out of me. But neither of us made a move to disentangle. When we do, we don’t move far.
I’m pulled onto Grey’s chest, where I lay, drawing random shapes on his chest. Greyson is the first to break the silence.
“I think we need to prioritize us. Not like going out with others like we do now, I think we need to find things to do as a couple, just us.” I look up at him and kiss his jaw.
“I would like that. How often are you thinking?” I ask as I settle back in place. He’s silent for a moment, then starts to run his fingers up and down my spine. I sigh and relax into him more.
“I think once a week, or once every other week. We could alternate weeks of who chooses what we do, and we could also alternate going to dinner. Like, let’s do something this week. Let’s go to dinner, and next week we’ll go do something. Then alternate that way, as well as who chooses.” I really like that idea.
“I think that sounds great. I agree that prioritizing each other will help us grow closer.”
“How will we decide where to eat each week? Should we alternate that too? You choose the activity next week, so I choose the place we eat.” He nods.
“That sounds fair. But special occasions don’t count. If a birthday falls on the other week, we’ll go out twice that week.” I smile.
“Deal.” I start thinking about what Dr. Parker said again.
“Grey?” He makes a humming noise in response.
“Do you think we could hire a housekeeper? Like once a week to help with the laundry and some other house things.” I chew on my lip, waiting for his response, but before he can give me one, I continue.
“It’s just that, after work, I’m tired; I don’t want to do anything. Then, when the weekend comes, there’s all the laundry from the week, and then the floors and dusting.” I shrug. “It would be nice to have that done and not have our free time on the weekend be taken up with that.”
“Of course. That’s fine. I’m sorry, I haven’t been much help around the house.” He kisses the top of my head.
