Chapter 4
Kathy’s apology gave him pause. He’d always wondered if she was happy they'd gotten things on track. He’d been a lackluster husband and the possibility of her leaving sobered him. Not to mention the thought of not seeing his kids every day. He always seemed to be able to talk about his feelings easier after they were done playing. Like an orgasm undid the lock on his mouth, letting out all the words in his heart.
He kissed her eyes and around to her ear. Easing himself over her, he drew her legs around his sides and slid inside her again.
For as intense and naughty as their most recent play had been, he now took things much more slowly. Those words had changed the feeling. He wanted her to know he cherished her.
He stroked her body back to a high thrum, slowly and deliberately. Her breathing came in short gasps. Her thighs quaked with tremors while her cunt gripped him tighter with each stroke.
She filled his ear with her moan. Those noises she made sounded like the most erotic music. They pushed him over the edge. It came from his toes to the tip of his hair. His whole body clenched and tightened and gushed in one bodily orgasm.
Kathy ran her fingers through his hair. “I like it best of all like that.”
“No bells and whistles?”
“Craziness is fun, but looking at you while you’re inside me, watching you and feeling you on top of me— That is the best.”
“That’s nice to know.”
She yawned suddenly. “Oh! I could fall sleep.”
“Nope. You get in the shower first.”
“Oh, a nap. I want a nap.”
“We have to pick the kids up.”
She snorted and he smiled into her hair. “You’ll have to get off me first.”
He lifted his body so she could shimmy out from beneath him, then collapsed back onto the bed. He heard her turn the AC on and pad to the shower.
Sleep called him as he listened to the water in the bathroom, the steady rushing sound lulling him. But with a groan, he brushed it off and hoisted himself off the bed. Once standing, thirst became a more pressing issue, so he made his way down to the fridge, where he poured two glasses of Coke with ice. By the time he got back, she stood in the closet picking out a summer dress.
“Here you go.” He handed her a frosty glass.
She accepted the drink with her free hand and smiled. “Thanks, I need some caffeine and sugar to get me going.”
“I live to serve,” he said, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be right out.” With that, he disappeared into the bathroom
“I’ll call to tell them we’re on our way.”
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She watched him walk into the shower, at his body, all hers. She didn’t regret staying. He loved her and that made it worth it.
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