Page 67 of The Seven Month Itch
I run my lips over his chest. “I was thinking something Dominican, from Newark.”
His eyes darken. “Dominican, huh?” He nods. “That’s on the menu. It’s a little hot, though. Think you can handle it?”
I take my place in the center of the bed on all fours, my appetite for food long gone and my sex in full view. “Not a problem,” I say over my shoulder. The coochie tingles this man arouses. He makes me want all kinds of things. Nasty things.
The bed dips with his weight. He towers behind me and glides his hands up my thighs. My back arches at the electricity of his tongue. “Breakfast is served.”
Chapter 31
Terrence
“Terrence, I—Oh, God.” Justice whimpers and digs her nails into the couch. Our eyes lock over her shoulder.
That’s right, baby. Let me take care of you.
We’ve been at it for the better part of the morning and took a break to eat before fucking again. There were no fluids left to give, but when I caught a glimpse of Jay in one of my button-down shirts after a shower, I chased her from the bedroom to the living room.
Heat from her body shoots a chill up my back. I plant a foot on the sofa she’s bent over and harden my grip to move with more force. Her breath hitches at the hard thrusts. I inhale and drive deeper into a tsunami of pleasure.
Her walls constrict around me as she screams my name. My balls rise, and I pump harder. Justice’s body goes limp when I spread her cheeks. I’m not done with her.
“Terrence, I’m tired.”
I chuckle and ease my grip. “You want me to stop, baby?” My pace relaxes, now a series of lazy strokes.
Her eyes open, and a slow smile curls the corners of her lips. “No.”
Didn’t think so.
My speed quickens. I slide one of my fingers through her back entrance. She clamps down on my dick, and fuck if I’ll last much longer. The clap of her ass smacking against my thighs sends me into overdrive. I thrust harder and harder until her name leaves my lips in a cry.
I pull Justice down to the sofa and nestle her against my chest. I’ll never get enough. My lips brush against hers. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
There’s a heaviness to Justice’s gaze when I pick her up and head back to the bedroom. She’s tired, and I need a nap. I put us in the sheets and pull her to my chest. As expected, she jolts to her feet after a peek at her clock.
My wife, ever the worrywart.
“It’s eight minutes to noon! We have to check out. I’m not packed! Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny, Terrence.”
I wave a hand to will it away. Justice is cute when she turns frantic. “Relax, baby. I changed our flights to tomorrow and requested a later checkout time.” I eye her. “Guess it pays for you to know the owner of this hotel.”
She stares at me like she forgot how to speak. I roll my eyes and kiss her neck. “We’ll leave together tomorrow, and before you ask how I was able to change your flight, I’ll remind you I’m still your husband.”
“Okay, so if we don’t leave until tomorrow, why check out today?”
“That, my dear, is a surprise.”
When we wake up, Justice calls Emma to let her know the change in plans, only to find out I already coordinated with her. Em is heading back to California tonight and will touch base once she gets home. We spend the next twenty minutes packing my things before we go back to her room. It’s like old times with my wife and her endless commentary on my bad folding skills. Come tomorrow, she’ll be back home with me.
By four o’clock, we’re heading out of the lobby to the car service. Our next destination isn’t too far of a drive. I fall a few steps behind to take her in.
This is perfect.
My life is perfect.
And it’s something I will never take for granted.
