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JAMES
Beautiful. Soft. Feminine. Sexy.
Those are just a few of the words that run through my mind, not only as I sketch and draw, but also when I saw her standing in front of me. Exposed and raw. Vulnerable. Trusting.
I fall.
I fall for her in ways I shouldn’t and ways I should have long ago.
This is the turning point.
The new beginning.
This is when everything changes.
Truth. Trust. Passion.
That is what we have, and I refuse to let it go.
Love.
That’s what’s growing.
Chapter Eight
NOLAN
Stella came home from her weekend away looking refreshed and renewed. I loved seeing her come back to life one day and week at a time. She was blossoming before my eyes, and I had never seen her look sexier or more stunning.
I hoped that this wasn’t going to be short-lived but the way life would continue from this day forward. I wanted to give her everything she always wanted. I always had. But this… This was more than I could have ever imagined.
Watching her rejuvenate before my eyes each day made me want her, crave her, love her more. I found myself feeling like a teenager, getting hard for her when I’d see her in the mornings before I left for work, a relaxed smile on her face, looking sexier than she even knew.
This morning was no different. It was a rare one when the kids were all still sleeping as Stella stood in the kitchen pouring coffee into my cup to take with me to work. My eyes took in her bare legs as the shirt she had on fell off one shoulder and barely covered her still-perfect, heart-shaped ass.
Walking up behind her, I pressed my hardening cock against her, letting a groan fall from me as I kissed her exposed shoulder. I was tired of suppressing how she made me feel, and more than that, I was tired of denying myself of my wife for the sake of my job and the daily expectations I put on myself.
“Good morning to you too,” she husked in a voice still covered in sleep.
Tilting her head to the side, she gave me further access to her neck as I kissed my way up to her ear. “Morning,” I replied, my teeth grazing over her lobe.
“Do you have to leave right now?” she asked as she rolled her hips back, teasing me.
My hand found its way up her shirt, holding on to her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers. “I can be a little late.”
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “I need you, Nolan. Please?”
I wasted no time, unbuckling my slacks and pulling myself out, not needing to be told twice. Pulling her cotton panties to the side, I thrust into her all at once, filling her to the hilt. She fell forward, almost hitting her head on the cupboard above her. Her hand met the wood to brace herself as I pulled back and slammed back into her. Seeing as it’d been months since I’d had her, it didn’t take long before my balls pulled tight and my release was close.
We were playing with fire doing this in the kitchen with three sleeping kids upstairs, ready to wake at any second. But I didn’t care. And neither did she.
With one hand on her hip, my other fell from tweaking her nipple, down the front of her underwear. Pinching her clit, she began to moan. “Kiss me,” I panted. Turning her head, her mouth found mine in a messy, sloppy kiss. But that’s what this whole thing was, and it was exactly what we’d been needing.
Sliding my fingers along both sides of my cock while I fucked her, she pushed her hips back, wanting to take me as deep as she could. I pinched her swollen flesh once again, and she tipped over, pulling me with her soon after.
My head fell to her shoulder as my movements slowed. Our pants filled the quiet kitchen as we both stood there, sated and euphoric. I left a trail of soft kisses from her shoulder up before reluctantly pulling away.
