Page 79 of Two Friends in Marriage
Once I’ve got a proper grip on the plug, I lube it up, and he gets on all fours and I tease his opening, his whimpers urging me on.Finally, I push it all the way in, and he groans.
He raises himself up on his knees, and I join him, my chest against his.He puts one hand on my cheek and the other on my back before kissing me like he can’t get enough of me.I thrust my fingers into his adorably mussed hair and return the kiss in exactly the same way.His erection is pressed between us, and God, I want him.
I lightly push him backward so that he’s lying on his back.He crosses his arms behind his head, and I admire him for a moment before stealing another kiss.When I slide down his body and take his cock in my mouth, he groans again and throws an arm over his eyes.I cup his balls as I shift my mouth to his inner thigh.I suck on his skin, drawing it into my mouth, and nibble.
“Jane…” It’s the first thing he’s said in a long time, and it feels like he’s imbuing my single-syllable name with so many emotions.
Love.Wonder.Desperation.
Once I’m satisfied I’ve done enough to leave a mark, I roll on a condom and slowly sit on his cock, moaning when I’ve taken all of him inside me.He really is just the right size.I ride him leisurely, and he smiles up at me.Then I roll my hips hard against him and pick up the pace, in a way that has made him lose his mind in the past—and I’m not disappointed.He’s practically flailing beneath me, and I feel like the most powerful person in the world.How amIable to do this to him?
A moment later, I’m on my back, not quite sure how I got here, and he’s above me, urgently thrusting.My hands are all over him; I feel like I can’t touch him enough.
“Jane,” he says again, then thrusts into me one more time…and holds.
Once his orgasm has ebbed, he pulls out of me and immediately slides down my body.Two fingers in my pussy and a gentle suck on my clit are all it takes for me to pull his hair and cry out his name.
After we clean up, we return to bed.It’s nine o’clock, and I’m usually up by this time on the weekend, but I don’t care.
“I love you,” I tell Evan again, and he smiles at me like it’s the greatest news ever, even though he’s known it for…well, about twelve hours.
“I loveyou,” he says.
He pushes aside the sheet and brushes his fingers over the faint bruise on his inner thigh.He hisses out a breath.
Yeah, I was right.He totally likes hickeys.
We lie there in silence, his fingers running through my hair, for a few minutes before he says, “So about having children…”
I release a startled laugh.
“Have you changed your mind?”he asks.
“No, but I still think we should wait until next summer.I want some time just for us.”
“I agree.”
“Are you sure?”I ask.“You weren’t going to suggest we start trying right away?”
“Not going to lie, a part of me wants to, but I think waiting is the right call.I just wanted to check in, since we haven’t actually talked about it for a while.”
Even though we’re not trying yet, having kids now feels more real than it ever did before.It’s not a hazy image in my brain, but something I can really imagine happening…with him.
“Just one thing,” I say.“Don’t get me wrong, I have faith you’ll be a good parent, but promise that if something happens to me, you won’t do what my dad did.I’m not saying you should never remarry, but I hate to think of our kids feeling like they aren’t wanted, or don’t have a family, or…”
He doesn’t say that nothing will happen to me, which I appreciate.I know he wants to, but he understands this is important to me.While I don’t expect the unlikely to occur, I still feel the need to discuss it.Just in case.
“I promise,” he says solemnly.
We stay in bed for another half hour.Then Evan gets dressed and heads downstairs to make coffee while I jump in the shower.
And as I stand under the spray, I think,I feel in love just right.
After I sit down on the back patio with my coffee—which Evan has poured into a new penguin mug that he got in Montreal—I turn to look at Watson.He’s wearing a pink scarf.
“What do you want to do today?”Evan asks.
“I didn’t have any particular plans,” I say.“Though I do need to cut the grass at some point this weekend.Probably won’t have to do that too many more times.”
