Page 76 of Whispers of My Skin

“Tara, my love, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll do my very best to give you.”

“But what I want right now, is for us to switch things up.”

That gets his attention, as he pulls back to look at me.

“Oh? Switch things up in what way?”

I push him onto his back, then straddle over him, draping the sheet around us.

“Our first round of make-up sex was all about me. So, I think our next round should be all about you,” I murmur, raking his torso with my nails, following the happy trail down his navel, where I let my hand linger, teasing him, knowing he’s already hard for me.

“Jesus, Tara,” he groans, as I take his cock in my hand, playing with the tip, fisting his solid length, cupping his balls. I put everything I can into making him feel as incredible as I did earlier, and it’s not long before he’s shouting my name as pleasure radiates through his entire body. I smile as he catches his breath, then leans up to kiss me, holding my face in his hands as he whispers tender words of love.

It’s been a while since the whole Cassandra affair, the dust has settled and we haven’t seen her since she left with her husband. Thank God.

However, Joel says the demented bitch keeps trying to make contact with him, but assures me he’s having nothing to do with her. As far as he’s concerned, the door has been firmly shut on that chapter in his life, and it won’t be re-opening. At least she hasn’t appeared here at the house because if she did, I wouldn’t be held responsible for my actions.

Our relationship is better than ever. The last few days Joel has spent all his spare time with me, and he’s really trying to make me fall in love with him again, despite the fact that’s not necessary, since I’m already head over heels in love.

Yesterday, while I was finishing up some paperwork, he came into the office a little earlier than usual.

From his still damp hair, I could tell that Joel had already showered, changed into some dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, and now looked edibly handsome. As in, I could lick him all over.

“Wow, Mr. Sadger, where are you off to?”

“Out on a date with my wife.”

His answer, his arms around me, his lips ghosting down my neck sent chills down my spine.

I wanted to squeal in delight, but more than that, I wanted to play his little game…

“What are you doing here flirting with me then?”

He chuckled, “Well, I’m waiting for her. She’s about to go upstairs and get ready, because tonight I want her wearing a skirt and high heels to show of her sexy legs.”

“Guess she’d better go get ready then,” I laughed.

“Don’t forget the high heels,” he grabbed me to whisper in my ear, before smacking my butt as I ran upstairs.

Not wanting to spend a second longer than necessary getting ready, I quickly picked out a navy-blue dress and nude high heel sandals. If my husband requested high heels, his wish was my command.

During our amble along the famous San Antonio river walk, we held hands and chatted about all kinds of things, including college and what options were open to me.

“Why don’t you set up an appointment with a college counselor. I could drive you over there, and maybe we could find a spot to have lunch nearby,” he suggested.

“Are you actually giving in about this, Mr. Caveman?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

“I’m thinking about it,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it on the back. “Depends how persuasive you can be,” he smiled wickedly.

“Oh, so that’s your game, is it?” I rolled my eyes, pretending to be miffed, but already very turned on.

“Can’t blame a man for making the most of any opportunity to get down and dirty with his gorgeous, sexy wife, can you?” he smirked.

“Guess not,” I laughed, shaking my head.

It turned out that my husband took his game very seriously, and wasn’t going to go easy on me.

At the restaurant, Joel asked for us to be seated in a dark corner on a terrace in front of the river. As we looked at the menu, Joel’s hand was on my thigh, slowly wandering up and down. Every now and then he let his finger slip right up to the edge of my panties, just lightly skimming over the very place I desperately need his touch.

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