Page 54 of Christmas Chaos
He’s taken to calling my pussy the speaker of the house. “Joint Session of Congress” is our way of saying we want to leave and fuck when we’re in the company of the increasing number of children our friends are having. If our friends get it, they don’t comment. Probably because they’re knee-deep in sippy cups and apple sauce packets.
He squeezes my backside, and I kiss him. I dance my lips over this man, like I’ve done thousands of times and it’s always butterflies. Always fireworks and goosebumps exploding on my skin because of Bax.
I get bored easily. I get tired of clothing all the time. Literally just donate something I’m wearing because I can’t stand the sight of it any longer. I tire of the 5 and their spouses when I’m around them too much. Like right now I can’t stand Sam. And the Airport Lounge Five are fabulous because it’s like I’m invested in my life, but I have them on the side. I get annoyed quickly, then have to walk away and regroup in meetings or with my family. But somehow, Bax has defied all Tabi logic and reason. He rises above all the noise and apathy. I miss him every second I’m not around him and get excited when we reunite, even if he’s just run out to Whole Foods. And he feels that too.
Perhaps that’s the secret to marriage, meeting each other at the same level of excitement and the same level of sorrow. We fought more in the last year doing all this fertility bullshit than we ever have. But we’re aware it comes from the frustration of banging our heads against a wall. We’re like my fellow Greek, Sisyphus, the boulder keeps rolling right over us just when we get to the top, but now it’s time to get out of the way.
When we fight—I fight dirty, he fights way too fair and logically—it always settles, and we figure out why. And I’d like it said for the record, it’s not always my fault.
This kiss is getting heated as I rake my hands through his hair. My phone signals a text. He growls against my lips but I nibble the bottom of his. I’d never answer it now, not on the verge of a multiple mind-blowing orgasms. The man rocks it every time and somehow, I swear to God, it gets hotter and better. I’m dripping in anticipation of this man taking me however he wants. He glides over my body and down my hips. He skates his fingers through my wetness in search of one of his favorite things. Then, without warning, he finds his way inside me easily. I gasp and he uses two fingers, pumping in and out of me slowly while I kiss him. I hear his phone ring. We ignore it. The city can burn for all I fucking care.
My phone dings again, and he removes his fingers. I don’t like it, but then he bends down and hoists my naked body over his. Then he bites my ass. I squeal.
“Dude, your chest is going to get awfully wet this way.” I reach down and smack his ass. He grunts and starts for our rickety steps. Both our phones are going crazy but all that matters is us.
The floors groan. I love the sound of this ridiculously creaky house. Bax would love to build from scratch, salt the earth of this place, but the history and feel of it are too rich and wonderful to get rid of. And he bought it for me. He envisioned a life here beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of. We share the property with Pro/Ho, and I can walk to the work that fills my soul. There’s no other place I’d rather be than on this property.
He throws me onto the bed, well, maybe this is the place I’d rather be.
He strokes the Senator and I sigh. This all started out dirty but the look in his eyes says this is going to end up sweeter and more meaningful than just fucking. I adore all shades of sex with Bax. He lies on top of me, lining up perfectly. I treasure the weight of this man on top. I’m protected and safe, even from myself, when he’s in this position.
“I love you, Bee,” he says.
“I know,” I say.
“No. You don’t. There’s no way you could possibly understand.”
“I take great offense to that—” And I lose my words as he calls the Joint Session of Congress to order with a stiff gavel. He’s so familiar and new. I moan loudly. And he looks at me. He moves slightly and I bring my hips to his. We crest and I arch my back. He’s sliding in and out of me so easily. It has the right amount of tension and roll to it. Oh god, he’s fucking good at fucking.
Bax whispers on my lips, “Hang on, my love. I’ve been thinking about fucking you hard all day.”
I grin and a wicked little smile overtakes his beautiful face. His blue eyes gleam in the dark as I comb through his blond hair. He’s due for a haircut, it’s longer than he likes it but still Boy Scout appropriate. He backs out of me, and I groan.
“No worries. I’ll be right back. Just need you in a little bit of a different position.”
I sit up and he slowly pushes me back.
“Arms above your head and leave them there. I like when your tits move with us.” He leans down and slides each nipple through his teeth. It’s almost too much. Then he’s between my legs and says, “You’re soaking for me. Someone wants it hard as well.” I moan in approval. He stretches me open and laps up all he can, then sucks hard on my clit.
I whine, “Bax.”
He loves holding me off and making me beg. I’m at his complete mercy as his tongue swirls on my clit. I want to move my hands, but I don’t. He works me until I’m panting and writhing on his face.
“Oh, fuck. When are you going to fuck me hard? Just curious how long I have to keep enduring this edging.”
He looks up at me and wipes his face. He quickly leans down and spears his tongue into my mouth. He controls all of this and all of me in these moments. I surrender.
He moves back down my body and then one leg is on his shoulder, the other bent and in the crook of his arm. His cock is so big that I will never truly be prepared when he takes me like this. He slams into me and my tits indeed bounce for him. His eyes are fixated on where we join. And I clench him tight.
“FUCK. That’s good.” And then he pulls out and slams back into me harder. I’m so full of this man and he’s possessed. His pace picks up and my other leg finds its way to his shoulder and his hands to my hips. He’s pulling me onto him, and I can do nothing but moan and hold onto the sheets around me. I’m careful to let my tits still bounce for him. We’re loud and the slapping of our skin is echoing through our room. It’s hot and rough. We haven’t played like this in ages but we both really need to let loose. I’m on fire, about to explode again. His face is so intense, and his muscles are contracting as he fucks me even harder. He sees me watching us and I pinch a nipple for him. He throws his head back and forward almost thrashing. The intensity of his stare could cut glass. He’s so hard slamming into me, filling me. I feel him bottom out, and I can’t take it anymore and moan his name loudly.
“Fuck, Tab. I have to come.”
“Me first. Me first,” I scream. He groans but doesn’t stop his pace. He reaches down and works my clit. My hands fly to my breasts as I knead and pull them.
“Yes, play with your tits. Jesus, you know how hot that makes me.”
And then I’m there.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Right fucking now.” It spirals and I clench and hold him in deeper, if that’s even possible. Fuck. My whole body lifts off the bed, and I swear to God, I’m floating above us. Stars slam my eyes closed as I groan the last bits of my orgasm.
I can’t come down. I’m so sensitive and then he’s at it. I notice, now I’m post coming, our bed is rocking. He’s pulled me to the bottom of our bed and he’s standing and giving it to me even harder. Our heavy wooden bed is no match for Bax’s pounding. It creaks and slams into the wall. I love it all. And then he lowers my legs and yells my name. He thrusts into me until he’s emptied himself. He moans and leans down kissing me tenderly. He looks like the boy I fell in love with decades ago. Every day, I still can’t believe I get to have him.
