Page 35 of The Next Of Us
I closed my eyes and whispered my approval.I’d missed my husband.His laughter, his hands on my body, his kiss, and his sweet attention.
He dropped a trail of kisses along the line of my jaw.As if he could read my mind, he nuzzled my cheek and confessed, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I love you,” I whispered fervently.“I love us.We’re worth any amount of work.”
“I’ll put in the work,” he promised, his hand dropping to cup the back of my thigh.“I won’t let you down again.”
I nodded and tilted my hips to meet him.“I won’t let you.”
“Going to hold you to that,” he rasped, his pace picking up as he wrapped my leg up around his hip before pushing up on his hands.“Get there, Dini-baby.Rub your little clit for me.”
This.His big chest flexing over me, lean hips working between my thighs.My favorite view.
My hand shot down between us.
Eyes wide open, I watched my husband try to rein himself in.Jaw clenched, eyes at turns flashing fire and begging me to meet him.
“Nadine…”
“You’re gorgeous, baby,” I breathed.
“Baby…”
His eyes fluttered shut.
His neck arched back as his pelvis locked against mine.
I wrapped my other leg around him, tilted my hips, and let myself go, pulsing around his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
With a few final thrusts, he lowered to his elbows and pressed his chest to mine.
Smiling his sweetly crooked smile, eyes lazily perusing my face as his thumbs brushed my hair back from my temples, he muttered, “That was a close one.”
I laughed so hard that helium balloon fairly burst.
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Gloat
Aaron
Now that we were back in Sage Ridge, I struggled to hold onto the bubble of us we’d reclaimed at the cabin.Staying in the here and now would have been impossible if not for my wife.
Sitting across from her at The Beanery, I watched while she mauled a chocolate croissant.
“You enjoying that, baby?”
“Mm, love it,” she muttered, the corners of her mouth dotted with chocolate.
“Such a messy girl,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes.“I know.It’s pathetic.”
I laughed and soaked up her pleasure like a sponge.She’d had little enough of it lately.
We still had one whole weekend together, and I wouldn’t ruin it with thoughts of going back to work in 48 short hours.
Sitting on the edge of my seat, I waited for her to finish so we could go home.She’d finished her wish list for our next steps and was ready to share it with me.
