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“I… um…”
“It’s okay. Were they good? Did they make you happy?”
She tilts her head, regarding me.
“I bought you some books. The next two in that series you’re reading.”
Her eyes bounce to the bag on the island and her lips part. She looks surprised in a good way, instead of being panicked like usual with my surprises.
“Um… I made you some. Err, I mean, there are still tacos.” She pulls free of my embrace to open the fridge door. She gestures to a covered dish with half a dozen compartments. I move up and get a better look. There are compartments with taco fixings in them. I look at her face. She gestures with her chin to the counter behind me.
“There’s a plate with shells in the microwave. You just have to zap them for just ten or twenty seconds and then pull the two meat compartments out of that tray there and nuke those too, for maybe forty-five seconds to a minute. Then your other toppings in the platter are cold, so –” She shrugs. “ready to eat.”
“You made dinner for me?” I ask.
She looks away shyly. “I made dinner. There was some left.”
“You made dinner for us,” I repeat and advance, backing her up until she’s against the wall at the edge of the kitchen. My hands sift into her hair, and it feels fucking great woven through my fingers. Our mouths collide again and fuck me, but she’s not recoiling. Not pushing at my chest. Not trying to turn her head away.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I say. “I would’ve loved to eat with you.”
If she wasn’t thinking of me, she wouldn’t have set those taco shells into the microwave on a plate. She wouldn’t take the time to explain the set-up which was done in a way to make it easy for me to eat when I got home.
Fucking love this.
Her here, waiting for me, having cooked for me? It makes this place feel like something I haven’t had for a long time. An actual home. I’ve spent most of my life moving around. Between boarding schools and my parents’ many homes. College was in the same place for four years, but it was just a crash pad. After that, jumping between cities staying at my two condos or a furnished rental apartment for the occasions I’m in Cincinnati. But this place? This is already starting to feel like a home. Like a place I’ll look forward to after a busy day. Like a retreat.
She’s now clutching my shirt with both hands. I hike her up by her hips and grasp her ass as her legs wrap around me. I walk her to the nearest soft piece of furniture, the couch in front of the island that faces the fireplace. After putting her on her back, I run both hands up her ribs until they cup her tits, then nibble my way down her jaw to her throat and suck.
She arches into me.
“Gonna mark you,” I tell her, my voice coming out gruff as I latch onto her neck.
She arches further. It’s like she’s welcoming it. Fuck yeah.
My hand dives into her waistband, straight to her bare skin and then glide through that wet silk of her. Now fingers hook inside my wife, and I press against her G-spot.
She licks my tongue with hers, letting out a sexy, needy little moan.
“Too many clothes,” I tell her, hauling her yoga pants down before immediately whipping the white crop top sweatshirt over her head.
“Go for mine,” I direct, dropping her shirt.
She freezes.
Fuck. I’ve pulled her out of the moment.
“Nuh uh, I’m not losing you.” I point at my eyes. “Right here, Chloe.”
She swallows, looking unsure.
“Thank you for making me dinner, baby,” I say, getting my own jeans down enough and quickly filling her. She arches, eyelids lowering, moaning, pressing her tits to me. It’s like she’s been waiting all day for this. Like she couldn’t wait for me to get here. But her eyes are closed now, so I move in and press a kiss to one eyelid, then the other.
“My good girl,” I praise her. “Milk my cock with your sweet pussy. I fuckin’ love being inside you.”
My wife buries her face in my neck, but she complies, so I flex my hips and then jerk back almost all the way out before slamming home again. I see just a slight discoloration on her neck. I acted like a horny teenager, trying to mark her multiple times now. But I’ve never wanted to mark someone before. I want her to mark me, too. How long before she’s willing to do that?
I stay rooted.
