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“What is your personal favorite hat to put on?”
He studies me for a moment before answering. “An artist.”
James and I talk about art and life and coffee for more than a few minutes. We talk for over two hours, lost in our conversation. I hadn’t talked to someone like that in what feels like years.
Besides him saying I was beautiful when I first sat down, nothing about it was of a sexual nature, and didn’t feel that way at all. It felt like talking to an old friend. My best friend. It felt good and refreshing.
I left with a smile on my face as I waved goodbye to him. And that smile didn’t leave my face until much later, after I was home and Grace had left.
Nolan: I’m so sorry, Stell, but I have to work late. Don’t wait up. Love you.
Me: Love love.
I replied but my heart sank.
I missed my husband.
* * *
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up, feeling Nolan slide into bed with me. He scoots close, pulling me tight into his body. I love when does this, curls around my body. Molding us into one. I feel safe and relaxed with him pressed up against my back.
“Hey, you,” I hum, tilting my head back to kiss him.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep,” he whispers, kissing my lips again.
Sticking my butt back, I rock against him as I arch my back, my head on his shoulder. He chuckles behind me, kissing my neck. “If you want to go back to sleep, you better stop that, Stell.”
“I’ll take one for the team tonight,” I lightly laugh. But my laughter stops when his hand goes under the cotton of my tee and cups my breast, playing with my nipple until it peaks for him.
Shifting a little, I feel his growing erection between my butt cheeks. I hum again at how good it all feels. Being close to him. Having his hands on me. Turning him on and knowing that I still can. It all feels good.
And needed.
Turning my head, I capture his lips with mine, my tongue seeking to move with his in a way that it hasn’t in too long. A quick kiss here, a peck there, that’s all it’s been lately. But now, I want to make up for lost time.
I moan into his mouth when his hand slides down my front and into my underwear, his finger gliding through my slit. When he hits my swollen clit, I jump from how good it feels. “Fuck,” I gasp, my nerves already about to explode in pleasure.
“Relax, baby. I got you,” he soothes into my ear.
His fingers slide back down my center, entering me, and I’m already beginning to shake with my impending orgasm. But I want him inside me. I need him inside me.
Reaching back, I push his boxers down as much as I can to free his hard dick that’s been pressed to my ass. He hisses when my hand strokes him up and down a few times. I smile, liking that I can still make him feel good too.
His hand pulls out of my underwear and pushes them down. At the same time, I shift up his body higher and line his cock up with me, pushing back as he pushes forward, filling me.
Both of us groan out our pleasure as we join together for what feels like the first time in a million years. We are pushing and pulling, rocking and thrusting, and it all feels so damn good.
His magical fingers find my clit again, and instantly I moan, knowing I’m not going to last much longer.
And then I hear the baby.
We both freeze our movements. Both of us panting. Both of us on the edge.
“We’re so close, Stell,” he whispers into my ear as he slowly begins to rock inside of me again.
But I can’t.
I hear her cries grow and intensify. I’m locked up now, and I can’t go back. Not now. Not like this.
