“You can do a lot in twenty-seven minutes,” Richard protested, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on her feet.
“You can!” She started to laugh. He moved his hands up her legs, stopping to caress her calves, his fingers delighting in the sensation of her soft skin. He’d missed this; being alone with her, making each other laugh. Making each other do other things.
“Lily says she’s sick and tired of this world being run by men. She’s planning to run for president when she’s eighteen.” Richard looked up at Hanna as he spoke. “Apparently there should be laws against boys teasing girls.”
“She was fed up because NJ and Matty said she couldn’t climb the tree.”
Richard pulled her toward him, lifting her hips until she was straddling him. Her knees rested on either side of his thigh. “She reminds me of you. I remember how feisty you were when we first met. I got hard looking at you.”
Hanna leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, wriggling on his lap. “You got hard when you pulled my ass against you.”
“I always get hard when I pull your ass
against me, sweetheart.”
He pushed up so she could feel the evidence of his arousal between her thighs. He was enjoying this: their gentle banter, the touching and kissing. When they were apart he was constantly thinking about her. Being together gave him peace.
“Are you going to do something about it?” she asked archly. The smirk on her face belied her amusement.
“I’m not sure. I feel like we skipped a whole stage in our relationship. Maybe we should try dry humping.” He flexed his ass and brushed against her again, causing a groan to escape her lips. There was nothing between them except their underwear, their robes hanging open from frantic touching.
“You go ahead and dry hump.” Hanna licked a trail from his ear to his neck. “It’s a bit too late for me. I’m wet already.”
Richard laughed. His head tipped back as she ran her lips down his neck. “I think we can work with that.”
“I love the way you’re so adaptable.” She ground herself down on him. Richard reached out to grab her hips, steadying her against him. He wasn’t joking about the dry humping. He was already reaching the edge.
“I find negotiation leads to a result which satisfies all parties.” He winked before tipping her chin up, capturing her mouth with his own. Her hands pushed inside his robe, the terry cloth falling from his shoulders until his chest was exposed. She dipped her head to lick his nipple, the sensation shooting straight to his dick.
“Can we finish the talk right here?” he asked.
“You’re the one who’s over forty, darling. If you think your back is up to sex on the couch, far be it from me to say no.” She shrugged off her own robe, naked apart from her boy shorts. His mouth watered as he scanned her body; taking in her soft skin, full breasts and sweet, undulating hips. He didn’t know what part of her to attack first.
He chose her breasts. He ran his hands over them before pushing her down to the couch, her hair cascading across the dark fabric. He rolled her until she was lying on her robe, figuring the soft cloth would be preferable to hard leather.
“You know, it’s less than a year until you hit the big four-oh.” He ran his lips down her throat. “You won’t be able to make fun of me then.”
“I’ll always be able to make fun of… oh!”
He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked, effectively silencing her. She arched her back, pushing herself into him, and he placed a hand under her spine to support her.
Christ, he loved this woman. They’d known each other for more than twenty years, been married for eight, and had three beautiful children they both adored. Yet he could never get enough of her, regardless of where they were. He wanted every part of her. The feisty girl who wouldn’t take shit from anybody. The loving mother who worshipped the ground their children walked on. The beautiful wife who delighted in teasing him, and always gave as good as she got.
“Next time we do this, you’re going to wear those shorts,” he growled, finally sliding his tongue against her.
“Yes, god yes,” she agreed.
“I’ll push them to one side, and plunge my fingers inside you, feeling you clench against me as I suck you hard.” Oh, he was pulsing now. He felt the urge to take her hard, to make her head hit the arm of the sofa every time he thrust.
“I’ll cut off every pair of jeans I’ve got,” she warned.
“You do that, sweetheart.”
He laid his body on hers, feeling their flesh coming together until they moved like one, an overwhelming sense of peace engulfing him. After two weeks without his family, without the woman he adored, he was finally home.
He loved every moment of it.