Page 17 of Coming Around Again

Alone, together.

And I have plans.

As it turns out, Desmond has booked a premier room, one on the top floor with a wonderful view of both the mountains and the lake. Once we’re inside and I’ve finished marveling at the beautifully private balcony, he hands me a personalized brochure.

I open it. He’s scheduled spa appointments, an afternoon of horseback riding, one of canoeing on the lake, an afternoon spent on the Whiskey Trail visiting the several local distilleries, the amazing breakfast buffet every morning and dinners in the gourmet dining room.

“Don’t make that face,” he warns me. “You’re supposed to enjoy everything.”

“It’s wildly expensive,” I say helplessly.

Des takes my hands and looks into my eyes. I look back, marveling again at how blue his eyes are—blue as mountain lakes. Blue as the sky. “Well, we can sub in some pizza at Slice of Heaven, if you want. I love you,” he says softly. “I want to give you everything, including my heart and all my love. But I thought I’d start with a carefree vacation where you could take some time and see your family part of the day, and then spend however much of it you want with me.” He smiles, and my stomach flip-flops. After three years together, he still gives me the good kind of chills. “You’re worth it, honey. You deserve to relax. We deserve time together.”

“Alone, together,” I remind him, and his smile grows. I reach up to kiss him.

One thing leads to another, and it’s not long before I’m pulling at his belt buckle while he strips my casual dress off of me. We keep coming back to each other’s mouths, hungry for the touch and taste of each other. Hungry for more.

I’m in Des’s arms, our bodies pressed together as his hands cup my butt cheeks and pull me closer to him. He kisses from my lips down to my collarbone and sucks a nipple into his mouth, creating a deep pull inside my body. I moan, flashes of desire setting me on fire. Similar treatment to my other breast has me desperate for more, and I slide down his body to lick the head of his cock. It’s his turn to moan incoherently and brace his legs.

I know he won’t take much of this. As much as we both like it, he’s got a strong preference for finishing inside my channel instead of down my throat, and I need him there, soon.

A deep growl interrupts me, and Des reaches down to grab me and toss me onto the bed, settling between my legs and heading straight for my soaked pussy, licking and fingering me like he can’t get enough. Another of those growls vibrates against my sensitive flesh, and his insistent tongue brings me right to the edge of sensation before pushing me over it. I cry out as colors wash over my inner vision.

He kisses my inner thighs, then turns me over. “On your knees for me now, baby. Good girl.” I arch my back and spread my thighs, my hair wrapped around Desmond’s hand and his other hand on my hip as he slides into me, hitting that good spot deep inside. “Touch yourself, baby,” he begs me, and I don’t refuse.

I don’t hold back, either. My fingers find my aching button as his cock drives inside me, over and over, and the sloppy sounds of my wet pussy mix with our moans. “God, you’re so fuckin’ wet, you’re making me crazy with that sounnnddd…” he growls.

The pleasure builds and builds until I fall apart again, my channel spasming around his shaft. “Yes,” Des groans. “Yes, yes, fuck, Naya, so good…so good…”

“Come for me, Des,” I pant, still feeling aftershocks. “Give it to me.”

“I love it when you beg.” He groans one more time, and I feel the hot spurts of his seed.

We collapse together on the bed. Long moments later, he stirs enough to gather me to him and kiss my shoulder. “That was fucking amazing.”

“That was amazing fucking,” I return, and he laughs softly.

This is our life now. I love it.

He sighs in relaxation, and I melt a little closer into him. “Baby,” he whispers. “You know it’s our anniversary, right?”

I’m puzzled. “Our anniversary is in October.”

“Not our wedding anniversary. Anniversary of the day we met.”

“Ohhh.” A smile spreads across my face. “I didn’t remember the date.” I kiss him. “I remember it was June. I remember how I felt about you the minute I saw you. I just didn’t remember the date. That whole summer felt like a dream.”

“It was today,” he says. “Today, fourteen years ago.” He strokes my hair. “Naya…sweetheart…I have a request.”

“What do you want? I’m probably going to give it to you.” Although I have my own idea of what I want to give him.

“I…want to open a dialogue.”

It’s unusual of him to hesitate like this. “Talk to me.”

“We agreed when we got married that we’d like to have a family some day. I know we said you’d be in charge of the timing of that. Do you think we could start trying soon?”

That smile of mine is back, bigger than ever. Even when we don’t talk about things, we’re on the same page.

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