I loved that they were so close. That all of us were.
James shared his hopes and fears with me now, and we planned our future together. He’d completely come out of that shell he had formed around him.
He never did tell me the complete story about how he was injured, but he finally told me a few details. His team had been sent in to clear a village that was about to be bombed, and a building had started to collapse with people inside. He’d held up a huge beam to stop a family from being crushed, then when a bomb went off, he jumped out a window to escape, which is how he’d been injured.
“I was broken, seven people lived. Fair trade,” he had muttered.
That was more information than I’d ever expected, and was grateful knowing that my husband was a hero. And if he hadn’t been injured, I would never have met him.
A month after he shared the first part of the story with me, he added that his best friend Pete had been on the far side of the building, closest to the explosion. He hadn’t made it.
James was consumed by guilt, I think. But he kept on writing, working his way through it. He’d mentioned Pete’s name a few times in passing now – a movie they used to watch together, or how crazy their card game nights used to be.
It was amazing to see him continue to progress. It also explained why James had chosen Peter as
Charlie’s middle name. In a few more years, I’d tell him how happy that made me.
I went up to our bedroom, undressing completely and slipping on a silky nightie. I stretched out as if I was napping. Sure enough, James joined me moments later, locking the door. He stripped, then laid down beside me.
“I saw you watching from the window, baby,” his deep voice rasped against my ear as his thick arms circled me.
My fingers slipped down to grip his thick bicep. “You’ve been working out harder.”
“A little. Or maybe it’s from lifting the kids. They’re growing like weeds,” he chuckled.
“I thought it was shrubs.”
“Whatever.” The look in his eyes had shifted, his lids lowering as he gazed at me seductively. “Be my goddess.”
I loved that it was one of his quiet commands.
When we re-decorated the bedroom a few years ago, James had insisted on getting a high headboard so that I had something to grab onto. He was also insistent on an old-fashioned dresser beside the bed with an enormous mirror. I realized a few days later that he wanted a side view whenever I rode him.
He pushed the extra pillows out of the way, getting into position on his back as I crawled across his deeply muscled body. He reached up to pull my nightie off, throwing it behind me.
Spreading my knees on either side of his head, I lowered myself as he grabbed my ass hard, pulling my pussy against his mouth. It had been over a week since we’d had a chance to indulge in his favorite position, and he dug into me as if he had been starving.
James gripped my knee, giving a small tug to spread me wider, lowering my sex so that I was pressing hard against his mouth.
Gripping the back of the headboard, I leaned forward, already grinding against his hot, wet tongue. My hips took over, my body directing my pleasure without thought.
Looking down, James looked so peaceful, while also being completely aroused. Arching back, I twisted slightly to grab his shaft, giving him a few quick strokes, but he spanked me sharply.
“Focus on you,” he mumbled.
I almost giggled, but his tongue fluttered too quickly against my clit, making me moan.
Reaching forward again, I gripped the wooden frame, swiveling my hips in a figure-eight pattern as I ground down.
I didn’t know what it was about this position that made me feel so crazily sexy. Somehow, using him to get to the edge was extra dirty.
James began licking as if he were possessed, two of his fingers slipping into my tunnel as he dug in. Pressing my lips together so that I didn’t scream, my body began to buck and shake, trembling as I coated his fingers and tongue with my juices as I came.
“Mmm,” I heard from below, as I tried to focus down at his blazing eyes.
Even though that was his favorite little fetish, it was always just an appetizer for me. Quickly moving down, I straddled his hips, gripping his hot, hard length and angling myself over it. My soaking flesh pulled him in instantly, as he stretched me open.
Even though I’d been under him, on top of him, and beside him a million times by now, it was always a rush to feel his body so deep inside mine, touching me where no other man ever would.