Page 8 of Embracing Us

“Housework, there’s nothing sexy about being elbow-deep in crap.” He shakes his head.

“No, that won’t do it. That makes me imagine you in a maid’s outfit and having you bent over the sofa with a feather duster in your hand.” My nipples harden further as the image he just created pops into my head. “Try again.”

“Ok, going to the dentist. That’s not an enjoyable experience.”

“It would be if you were the dentist. Fuck, you’d look good in a white coat with nothing underneath.” He nips at my neck with his teeth, then trails his tongue from my ear to my collarbone.

“I’m not going to win this game, am I?” I say with a smile, and his eyes come back to mine.

“It wouldn’t matter where I was or what I was doing. Anywhere, anytime, always I’d want you.” He takes my face between his hands and kisses me, again.

“Always,” he repeats, “anywhere, anytime, always. You’re mine.”

The morning appears and is determined to wake me. I pull the duvet over my head to block it out. My legs don’t feel attached to my body. I wiggle my toes to make sure they’re still there. I raise my hands to my bare breasts then run them down my naked skin. Last night, we restarted our sexual relationship with fireworks, and it felt bloody incredible. Though the ache between my legs tells me perhaps I was a bit too enthusiastic.

“Morning, Beautiful.” Max’s voice startles me. The soft thud of a mug being sat on my bedside table tells me he’s brought my morning coffee. My fingers slowly slide the cover down, and I tuck it under my chin. He’s standing at my bedside with Jackson, already dressed for work.

“What time is it?” I ask, surprised. “You should’ve woken me.”

“Eight. You’ve been dead to the world all night,” he replies with a smirk. “Did someone wear you out?” He lifts an eyebrow. I push myself up to sit, securing the cover over my breasts and under my arms. He sits down beside me, passing me our son. “Last night was spectacular. Do you feel okay this morning?”

“A bit sore, but in a good way.” I drop my gaze from him as I feel my cheeks heat. His fingers cup my chin, raising my eyes back to his.

“I need to go to work. Do you need anything before I go?” I shake my head. “I love you. You were perfection. I’m sorry I can’t say the same about me.” I giggle. “You’re too hot for me to contain myself.” He pecks my lips, then Jackson’s forehead, rises and leaves.

*

He encouraged me to take control last night. We lay on the bed together as he reacquainted himself with my body. His hands trailed across my skin as he kissed me for what felt like an eternity. They skimmed across the lace of my bodice, then slipped inside releasing my breasts. His lips moved down, starting at my throat, delicate kisses placed on every part of me before taking my nipple between his teeth. He sucked each one gently, encouraging them to stand tall, before moving further south. When he arrived at the crotchless lace between my legs, he audibly hissed through his teeth.

“Jeez, Beautiful. I get to fuck you with this on. It’s a bloody man’s wet dream in the making.” I’d snorted with laughter then raised my hips, pressing my exposed flesh against his lips. “How do you want to do this? I don’t think I’ll last much longer, and I’ve not even felt you yet. Top or bottom,” he said from between my legs.

“Top,” I whispered. He crawled back up my body, and kissed me fiercely before rolling onto his back. His cock was hard, lying against his stomach. I skimmed my fingers over him, and he groaned.

“I’m not kidding, Linda. Don’t tease me or you’ll get fuck all,” he snarled. I chuckled and picked the silver packet off the bedside table.

“I won’t tell you we don’t need to use these again,” I said under my breath, and he glanced at me. “I’m sorry. I thought I couldn’t get pregnant.”

“There’s nothing I would change about the past twelve months except our time apart,” he replied. “Jackson was meant to be here with us. It happened, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” My heart swelled. “Now, quit stalling and fuck me.”

The packet opened with a rip, the rubber rolling down his length with ease. As I moved to straddle him, I took him in my hand, lining him up at my entrance. His tip nudged my opening as I eased him inside. He placed his hands on my hips, never pushing, only supporting my descent. “Okay?” he asked, concern fluttering across his face. “We can stop anytime.” I shook my head. The feeling nipped but was deliciously good. Him inside me felt right. Closing my eyes, I lowered myself further, and my body relaxed, sucking him in. His hands never moved from my skin. “Hell, you feel good,” he growled. I flexed my hips and he groaned, again.

I leant forward, placing my hands on his chest. My breasts hung free. Ducking my head, I kissed his breastbone. He trailed his fingers up my back, then wrapped my hair around his hand. I clenched. He moaned. “Quit teasing and move,” he said, breathless. “I’m going to explode.” Returning to a sitting position, I ground against him, rotating my pelvis forward to find my sweet spot. I was just finding my rhythm when he’d let go. He threw his arm across his eyes, embarrassed. “Sorry,” he whispered, “you feel too fucking good.” I bent forward and kissed his lips, lifting his arm away. “Don’t laugh,” he scolded as I tried to control my wayward features.

“I’ll take your lack of control as a compliment,” I told him. “But…”

“But what?” he muttered.

“You owe me an orgasm.”

“I do, don’t I,” he said with a smirk. “Lie down and spread your legs.”

*

Jackson’s cries snap me from my recollection. Yes, last night was incredible. His reaction to me is the ultimate aphrodisiac, knowing he wants me, can’t control himself around me. He only needs to look in my direction and my knickers dampen. All that lust is aimed at me; it should squash my concerns. I need to open my eyes and accept he wants me.

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