Page 47 of Two Friends in Marriage
And then she does something incredible: she picks up the remote and pauses the show.
My gaze drifts to the TV before turning back to her.Yesterday, I made out with my wife, and I’ve been thinking of little else since.My pulse thunders.
Once again, she makes the first move.When her lips meet mine, my eyes flutter closed.I didn’t expect her to want this when we got married, but there’s no doubt that she really does want it.And today, God help me, she settles herself on my lap and straddles me, her lips never leaving mine, as though she can’t bear for them to part.She seems certain of what she wants, but I can’t forget that she bolted yesterday.
Her mouth is soft and insistent, and she runs her tongue along the seam of my lips; I open for her, and she moans.I desperately want to remove her clothes and run my hands all over her skin, but I’m not sure she wishes to go that far.
Then I feel her hands creeping under the hem of my shirt, and the next thing I know, she’s pushed it up to my armpits.I jerk my head toward the door, but the blinds are closed, thank God.
“Sorry,” she says.“I thought…but I shouldn’t…”
“No, no.”I tighten my arms around her.I don’t want her to go anywhere.“It’s good.It’s all good.”I rest my hands on the bottom of her shirt, and when she nods, I whip it over her head.
Since she isn’t wearing a bra, her breasts are visible to me now.I palm them.Her nipples harden, and she arches her neck and shuts her eyes.Emboldened, I kiss her neck and make my way downward, until I pull one of those hardened peaks into my mouth.She hisses out a breath and grinds herself against me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I set my mouth back on her lips as I press my chest against hers.Every additional hiss and moan she makes is intoxicating.This is a side of Jane I’ve never seen before, and I can’t help wanting more.
“Should we go upstairs?’I ask, trailing a hand down her back.
“Yes.”
Chapter 15
Jane
“Yourbedroomormine?”Evan asks at the top of the stairs.
“Yours.”I’m not sure why, but I don’t want to do it in my bed.
He takes my hand and leads me into his room.
I can’t believe it.I’m going to have sex with my husband.
This was certainly not what I had in mind when I woke up this morning, nor when I went downstairs after my shower and found Watson wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday.No, I feared I’d fucked up, and I was determined to put it all behind me and never speak of it.
But I couldn’t.
Seriously, how do people stand it?The man I want lives with me, and it’s hard to ignore, and eventually, I decided I couldn’t keep it up, not when he’s clearly willing.
I can’t think about what this all means and how it will change our relationship; I can’t think at all when he removes his glasses and pulls his shirt over his head.I run my hands over his lean chest, and he drops his head and kisses me again.I release a groan that doesn’t sound at all like me.It just feels so damn good.
He keeps kissing me as he sits down on the bed, me in his lap.He keeps kissing me as he pins me beneath him.I’ve been in his bedroom before, but never in his bed; it feels like a whole different world here.
When he slips his fingers into my shorts, I stiffen, but I immediately cover his hand with mine—I don’t want him to pull back.
“I haven’t had sex in over nine years,” I say.“I’m a little out of practice.”
“We can do whatever you like.I do have condoms, if you—”
“Have you been with anyone since we got married?”The words come out in a rush.Suddenly, it’s imperative I know.
“No.”
He shifts his hand lower, under my panties, and brushes a finger over my pussy.I moan.Then he withdraws, but it’s only to remove the rest of my clothing; his hands are back between my legs a moment later.
Despite my desperation, being exposed makes me feel a bit nervous.It’s been years since anyone saw me like this, and sex has always been complicated for me.
