Page 36 of A Very Grumpy Father's Day
FIFTEEN
Declan
THERE WILL BE STUD
By the time I’m at the Ritz-Carlton, standing in the hall outside the door that separates me from my wife, I consider knocking on it with my erection, because that’s how hard I am after three and a half weeks ofnotgiving it to Maddie. But I am also a classy lawyer who still has some of his wits about him, so I rap on the door with my knuckles and rest my hands against the doorframe while picturing my wife’s tits in that tight pink T-shirt. She is taking her sweet time, and it’s driving me insane. What could possibly be more important to her in this moment than letting me in so I can start fucking her? I can only think of a few things, and none of them are good.
What if Billy called her to say our daughter is throwing up?
What if Rolondo called to tell her Billy has set the building on fire?
What if she got a text alert that Godzilla is attacking Manhattan?
What if she fell asleep?
What am I supposed to do with this monster erection if I don’t get in there so I can be alone with my wife within the next few seconds?
Finally, the door opens a crack, and I crash through it with a grunt, pushing my wife back against the nearest wall in a dimly lit narrow hallway and punishing her mouth with my lips and tongue. My hands find her hips, and I have my answer to the burning question of what kind of panties she’s wearing. Cotton. Briefs. An old pair with a waistband that’s not too tight. Even though I am blind with lust and concentrating on the taste of Maddie’s tongue and the feel of her satin skin, I know it’s the white ones with the little blue flowers.Fuck yeah, little blue flower panties. I’m not going to rip you.I slide one hand up under her shirt and reach behind her head to tug on her ponytail. Her little gasps and sharp exhales are music to my ears.
“Dec…” My wife is multitasking as she kisses me back while unbuckling my belt and slowly stroking my shaft over my pants. “Dec…” She nips at my lower lip, capturing it between her teeth. Not gently, but not drawing blood. Just enough to get me to pay attention to her in the way that she wants me to pay attention to her. Only Maddie knows how to do this. Only ever her. She tosses my belt aside and presses against my chest, pushing me against the opposite wall in the entrance to the hotel suite.
I can see her now, through hooded eyes that focus directly on the outline of her erect nipples. I think my brain might be melting behind my eyeballs. I haven’t seen her in this tiny pink T-shirt since before she got pregnant. Her exquisite, plump breasts stretch the cotton fabric so thin over her curves. I do the most Italian thing ever as I make a fist and bite my index finger while silently giving thanks to God in heaven for those tits and that flimsy material. But mostly I’m thankful for Maddie.La mia bellissima moglie.
“Dec.” She snaps the fingers of one hand in front of my face, but her other hand is giving my balls some over-the-pants love. Caressing them as if we have all day and my cock and scrotum are the most important things in the world. Snapping her fingers as if my brain is a delinquent child who needs a talking-to. I am dizzy with desire and aware of only her.
This is marriage at its best, and there has never been a better wife. What I ever did to deserve this woman, I will never understand. I love her exposed belly. I love that wet spot in the front of her panties. I love her thighs. I love that her inner thighs have just a bit more padding than they did when she first spread her beautiful legs for me. I love that the red nail polish on her toes has chipped because she hasn’t had time to get a pedicure in ages.
“Hey.” She snaps her fingers in front of my face again. “Up here. Focus on the words that are about to come out of my mouth for one minute.”
Come? Mouth?“Huh?”
“I need you to promise me something,” she says as she untucks my shirt and then pulls it off over my head. “I’ve set an alarm on my phone.” She unbuttons and unzips my pants and lets them drop to the floor, around my ankles. “I’ve set an alarm on the clock by the bed.” She lowers herself to her knees and unties my shoes, glancing up at me, holding each shoe as I remove my feet from them. Only Maddie could make shoe-and-sock removal an erotic act while discussing alarms. “I’ve requested a wake-up call from the hotel in three hours, in case we fall asleep or fuck each other into oblivion.” I step out of my pants and kick them to the side. She reaches up to place her hands over the bulge in my boxer briefs before standing and pressing her tits against my chest.
“Fucking hell, I love you.” I squeeze her ass so hard, she’ll be feeling it for days.
She slides her palms up my abs to my pecs. “But I need you to promise me that between now and then we won’t talk or think about anything besides what we want for our bodies.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to really be here with me, Declan. This is our playtime. Who knows when we’ll get another chance for this.”
“I could not be more really here with you for playtime, Cooper. For the next three hours, I’m just an erection that’s attached to a body with a great butt that’s only using its brain to move its parts in order to please us both.”
“Fuckin’ A.”
I kiss her again, and when we come up for air, I ask, “Anything else you need, Mrs. Cannavale?”
The vixen turns her back to me and presses her ass against my hard-on, takes my hands, slides them up under her shirt and holds them over her tits. “I need you to fuck me hard and fast right now.”
“Yes. Fuck. Hard. Fast. Now.”
She rubs up against me just enough to make me lose my mind and then steps away and spins around to face me again. It’s the meanest thing she’s ever done, but I’m not that mad because her nipples under that little pink T-shirt arechef’s kiss. “And then…” she says as she casually adjusts her ponytail, “I’m going to blow your mind by doing the thing that I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you all week.”
There are very few things anyone could say to topI need you to fuck me hard and fast right now, but that right there is enough to make me stop and think beyond what’s about to happen.
“Sound good, Dec?”
“Yes.” I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the suite, to the bedroom. And because I have very little blood available for thoughts at the moment and I seem to recall watchingThere Will Be Bloodlast night, I say, “I drink your milkshake.” I drop her onto the bed and watch her bounce. I will never grow tired of doing this.
