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“I’ll do that.” He kissed my cheek softly and left the room.
After I’d tucked Katie in, thankful that she was soundly sleeping already, I stepped out into the tiny living space and pulled her door shut behind me.
There wasn’t even time for a full breath before I was in Sly’s arms again, his mouth finding mine.
My hands and mouth explored the once-familiar landscape of him again, as if rediscovering a favorite place. And I couldn’t get enough.
I pulled him into the second bedroom and tugged his tie until he was stretched out above me on the bed, staring down at me in the dim moonlight coming in through the window.
“I missed you so much,” he said. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I told him, forcing my mind away from the tears I’d shed despite my promises to myself to be strong.
Sly undressed me slowly then, tenderly, following every touch to my skin with a soft kiss. He hung my dress over the back of a chair, and then I watched him with hungry eyes as he removed his tie, his shirt, and finally his pants.
We climbed beneath the light covers together, and as much as I wanted to jump him and remind myself exactly what his talented body could do to me, I took a long moment just to be. To appreciate that he was here. That we were together.
That he loved me.
And then I attacked him.
Sly’s hands were everywhere, sliding across my skin as his mouth devastated my own, claiming me, pulling me closer and closer toward that glimmering edge of ecstasy.
I pushed his boxers from his hips, and felt him kicking them off beneath the covers, and then I traced a line down his stomach, loving the sharp gasp he made when I took him in my hand.
The soft velvet feel of him made me want him even more, and I didn’t waste another second. I slid a leg over his hips and notched him right where I needed to feel him, welcoming him inside myself slowly.
Sly held me tightly as we joined together, his breath unsteady and his words low and dirty. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
We were quiet and fast, each of us desperate for a release that reassured us of our connection, our solidarity. I came only a few moments after feeling him completely seated inside me, the satisfying fullness combined with the way he touched me and moved giving me little choice in the matter.
And Sly came moments after, stifling the roar I could feel in his chest by burying his mouth against my shoulder, his body tensing with each thrust before stilling with his release.
We lay in the darkness for what felt like hours afterward, pressed together, assuring ourselves this was real.
And when the first rays of sun fell across the bed, he was still there. I was still in his arms, and the joy that filled my heart was like nothing I thought I was capable of.
An hour later, after another sleepy roll together, the door popped open and a tousle-headed Katie stepped in.
“Did you guys have a sleepover?” she asked, climbing up onto the bed.
I froze, unsure how to handle this situation.
Sly was moving around as Katie climbed up the covers, and I realized he was pulling his boxers back on for her benefit. I reached an arm over to snag a big T-shirt out of the bag next to the bed and tugged it on.
“We did,” I confirmed, sitting up a bit now that I had a shirt on.
“Did you sleep well?” Sly asked her as she nestled between us, her back against the headboard and her bear Tiddlekins in her arms.
“I think so. I don’t remember going to sleep at all,” she said, yawning. She looked between us. “Do you think there is a party again today?”
“No,” I started to answer, but Sly interrupted me.
“There is, actually,” he said, catching my eyes. “Family only. A brunch.”
“Brunch?” Katie wrinkled her nose.
“Katie, we’ll get some breakfast somewhere. Sly’s family is going to spend some time together this morning.”
