him, I sank onto his erection and we both groaned in tandem. His cock was hot and perfect, filling me with familiarity and sheer bliss.
“Jesus, Emma, this is better than I dreamed. You. You’re a perfect fit for me. Incredible.” His grin was wicked.
But this was no time to analyze words. I fucked him hard. Bit his neck. He squeezed my ass, digging his fingers into my skin until I yelped. He moved me, orchestrated my body, pumped me up and down his cock in controlled motions due to the constrained space of the car. This was sublime, the two of us hungering for each other in tandem.
“You’re going to fuck me harder,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I am.”
He growled. We kissed, and I devoured his mouth, clinging to his bottom lip with my teeth. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back, crushing his mouth to the side of my neck until I felt sharp stings on the back of my head from where he pulled and on the skin where he’d bit me.
I came apart, crying out when I climaxed. It was a blunt force that shattered my body, made every muscle in my body tighten.
And then sweet release.
He made no noise when he came, just squeezed his eyes shut and then let out a long, shuddering exhale.
I collapsed onto him, my lips at his forehead. His arms encircled my waist.
“Amazing,” he whispered.
“I know. I know.” I blinked quickly several times, trying to regain my equilibrium. God, it was good to be close to my husband like that again. It satisfied something primitive in me.
But there was something missing. What was it? I kissed his cheek, and when he didn’t kiss me back, I knew what it was.
The post-sex intimacy. Caleb had his arms around me still, and his nose was pressed to my neck. His breathing was ragged. Before, he’d always kissed me on my mouth or my cheek or somewhere after sex.
Now, nothing.
But I couldn’t read too much into that, could I? Not for our first time since he returned.
“I’m going to move now,” I whispered.
“Probably a good idea, since I can’t drive like this.” He laughed softly and so did I.
With more awkward shifting of clothes and limbs, I catapulted back into my seat and stuffed my panties into my purse. As he drove home, he raked his hand through his hair.
“It smells like sex in here.” He chuckled. I loved the playful look on his face. Hadn’t seen it in so long. I needed to give him more time to get back to normal. That was all.
Still riding the aftereffects of our orgasms, we murmured a hello to the concierge and rode the elevator to the penthouse, kissing along the way. As always, Sarah and Laura were watching Charlotte—they’d agreed to during all of our therapy sessions.
When we walked in, Charlotte was in her high chair and Laura was feeding her what appeared to be some sort of vegetable puree judging by the green smears on my child’s cheeks.
“How is my babykins?” With glee, I kissed the top of Charlotte’s head. Glancing up, I saw Laura staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Your hair. What happened? Is there a hurricane outside or something?”
I patted my curls and realized that I’d been in such a post-sex fog that I hadn’t even noticed it was flying everywhere. I cleared my throat. Laura shifted her glance to Caleb, and I did as well.
Red lipstick stained his neck and the collar of his white shirt, and now that I scrutinized him, he also looked uncharacteristically disheveled. His lips were a deep red. A delicious color, because it meant he was kiss-stung by me .
Sarah walked in, scowling. “What happened to the two of you?”
I grinned. Caleb grinned.
Sarah rolled her eyes and spoke in a singsong. “Never mind.”
I giggled and took a few steps toward the hall. “I’m going to change. Be right back.”
Caleb caught up with me in the semi-dark hall, grabbing my elbow and speaking low into my ear from behind. My skin shimmered when I felt his warm breath.
“Emma, I feel like I should tell you. I’m
“Jesus, Emma, this is better than I dreamed. You. You’re a perfect fit for me. Incredible.” His grin was wicked.
But this was no time to analyze words. I fucked him hard. Bit his neck. He squeezed my ass, digging his fingers into my skin until I yelped. He moved me, orchestrated my body, pumped me up and down his cock in controlled motions due to the constrained space of the car. This was sublime, the two of us hungering for each other in tandem.
“You’re going to fuck me harder,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I am.”
He growled. We kissed, and I devoured his mouth, clinging to his bottom lip with my teeth. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back, crushing his mouth to the side of my neck until I felt sharp stings on the back of my head from where he pulled and on the skin where he’d bit me.
I came apart, crying out when I climaxed. It was a blunt force that shattered my body, made every muscle in my body tighten.
And then sweet release.
He made no noise when he came, just squeezed his eyes shut and then let out a long, shuddering exhale.
I collapsed onto him, my lips at his forehead. His arms encircled my waist.
“Amazing,” he whispered.
“I know. I know.” I blinked quickly several times, trying to regain my equilibrium. God, it was good to be close to my husband like that again. It satisfied something primitive in me.
But there was something missing. What was it? I kissed his cheek, and when he didn’t kiss me back, I knew what it was.
The post-sex intimacy. Caleb had his arms around me still, and his nose was pressed to my neck. His breathing was ragged. Before, he’d always kissed me on my mouth or my cheek or somewhere after sex.
Now, nothing.
But I couldn’t read too much into that, could I? Not for our first time since he returned.
“I’m going to move now,” I whispered.
“Probably a good idea, since I can’t drive like this.” He laughed softly and so did I.
With more awkward shifting of clothes and limbs, I catapulted back into my seat and stuffed my panties into my purse. As he drove home, he raked his hand through his hair.
“It smells like sex in here.” He chuckled. I loved the playful look on his face. Hadn’t seen it in so long. I needed to give him more time to get back to normal. That was all.
Still riding the aftereffects of our orgasms, we murmured a hello to the concierge and rode the elevator to the penthouse, kissing along the way. As always, Sarah and Laura were watching Charlotte—they’d agreed to during all of our therapy sessions.
When we walked in, Charlotte was in her high chair and Laura was feeding her what appeared to be some sort of vegetable puree judging by the green smears on my child’s cheeks.
“How is my babykins?” With glee, I kissed the top of Charlotte’s head. Glancing up, I saw Laura staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Your hair. What happened? Is there a hurricane outside or something?”
I patted my curls and realized that I’d been in such a post-sex fog that I hadn’t even noticed it was flying everywhere. I cleared my throat. Laura shifted her glance to Caleb, and I did as well.
Red lipstick stained his neck and the collar of his white shirt, and now that I scrutinized him, he also looked uncharacteristically disheveled. His lips were a deep red. A delicious color, because it meant he was kiss-stung by me .
Sarah walked in, scowling. “What happened to the two of you?”
I grinned. Caleb grinned.
Sarah rolled her eyes and spoke in a singsong. “Never mind.”
I giggled and took a few steps toward the hall. “I’m going to change. Be right back.”
Caleb caught up with me in the semi-dark hall, grabbing my elbow and speaking low into my ear from behind. My skin shimmered when I felt his warm breath.
“Emma, I feel like I should tell you. I’m
Similar Books
