“I was hoping you’d join me. Seems to me I didn’t have to hope too much either.” That sweet smile on her face, the happiness lighting up through her eyes, I know tonight is the night.
“The way you were walking away from me said otherwise.” I squeeze her ass cheeks that are in the palm of my hands, pulling her along the length of my cock.
“Maybe I was just enticing you to follow me.” She runs her nose alone mine, something I’ve done starting that very first night. I return the sentiment, shit settling right in a way so deep in my soul, it’s ingrained there, before walking to the bathroom.
“Did a good job, then. Hit the switch.” I’m not in the mood to let her down. She turns the light on. My wife’s toothbrush is next to mine in the cupholder, her hair stuff littering the counter. It doesn’t even bother me that while in certain areas in her life she’s meticulous in how things are lined up, work mainly, but the bathroom apparently is not one of her stronger areas.
“I’d say so. Want me to turn the water on?” Leena lifts her body up, sliding it back down, notching my cock at her entrance. I could stop this if I wanted to, but what better way of telling my wife how I feel about her while I’m inside of her?
“Yeah, baby, do that.” I walk us closer to the walk-in shower. She leans back to hit the faucet, turning it on to what I’m sure is scorching hot, and my mouth descends on her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Her cunt tenses. This time, I’m not letting the roll of her hips work me, just holding us together, staying still.
“Honey, I need you to let me move,” she begs. I allow it, walking us into the shower after opening the glass door, which fucking sucks to deal with because my mouth left her tit, and one of my hands left her ass. I walk until her back hits the tile wall, slamming my cock to the hilt.
“I’m telling you this now. You deserve to hear it, and even if I haven’t said it, I want you to feel and know that I love you.” Between each of those last three words, I slide my cock out then slam back inside her, the need she’s built inside me setting a fevered pace.
“Oh God, Decker, I love you.” Her eyes close, head tipping back. My hips don’t stop the push and pull of delving deep inside of her. Those words from her lips, they’re fucking everything. I know that whatever life throws our way, as long as the two of us work through it, we’ll land on top every single time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
leena
“Well, here goes nothing. I mean, maybe it won’t be as bad as Sunday?” It’s been three days since what was almost a disastrous event turned into something that thankfully went much better after everyone talked.
“Baby, my parents already know about us. This is just a formality at this point. Hell, Maya was about to send you flowers in thankfulness on Monday when I went into the office.” It’s like déjà vu, except this time, we’re walking into his parents’ house, both of us getting off work early to be here at a decent time. I didn’t want not to come empty handed, which meant my lunch break was spent at the grocery store, picking out a bottle of wine, and some candy for his niece, Melanie, and nephew, Mitchell. I like what Maya did there, keeping it the M’s; it’s perfect really.
“Shit,” Decker breathes behind me, hand attached to my waist as we walk in the side door of a house situated much like Decker’s, where the kitchen is to the side, and instead of using the front door, this is the main entrance.
“What’s wrong?” It’s when I look into the kitchen that I notice there’s a stillness. I see Decker’s parents, Keith and Elizabeth, Maya, the kids, and I’m guessing the person who’s sitting at the end by himself, slumped over in his chair, is Elijah. I’d say judging by the way his brother is looking, he’s on one of his benders.
“I’m about to throw you into the mix while Dad and I take Elijah back to his place. I’m sorry, baby.” The feel of his lips skates across my ear, sending me into sensory overload even in a shit situation.
“Don’t worry about me. Want me to corral the kids? You know, bribing Jace with candy always worked. Maybe Melanie and Mitchell will take the bait.” It’s horrible to joke at a time like this, but it’s better than me opening my mouth and being a bitch.
“Total goof, Leena. Fuck, do I love you, though, and yeah, you do that, I’ll try to do some damage control.” We step further into the room. I disengage from Decker and walk towards Maya, seeing she’s got her arms wrapped around her kids. Keith’s are crossed and at his chest. Elizabeth seems to be worrying herself with a towel; either that or she’s going to whip Elijah with it.