My marriage-in-trouble story is now out…again. 🙂
By again I mean, Watch Me was previously published by Berkley in the KINK anthology. Now it’s available on it’s own-both in print and digital!
Not only is it available, but the Kindle edition is on sale for 99 cents until Friday!
I was right. Grant worked late that night.
It was after nine o’clock and I was ensconced on the sofa, feeding my secret addiction by watching season two of Angel on DVD again, when Grant entered the house.
“What a day!” He dropped onto the couch next to me.
“Bad?” I asked.
“Nah, not bad, just hectic. I know taking this promotion was the right thing to do for us, and our future, and I know I can do the job. It’s just taking more time getting settled in than I expected.” He gave me a tired smile. “I’m beat, babe.”
Heart swelling with love for him, I cupped his jaw and pulled his head down and pressed my lips to his. The rasp of his stubble tickled the palm of my hand and I lazily stroked his tongue with mine. Before I could deepen the kiss he pulled back.
“I need a shower, then I’m crawling into bed. Will you be long?”
When I shook my head no, he turned and headed up the stairs. I toyed with the idea of joining him in the shower, but he’d seemed distracted and doubt that I’d be welcome niggled at me.
My chest tightened and I tried to refocus on the show, but couldn’t quite manage. The cynical side of my brain was prompting me to wonder if Grant was having an affair. I mean, our sex life hadn’t exactly been rockin’ lately, and that would seem to be a reasonable assumption. Except, I knew he wouldn’t do that.
With midnight black hair and piercing green eyes, Grant had the look and the attitude of a bad boy, which he had blatantly been when I’d first met him. But like all those rakes and playboys I’d read about in romance novels, when he gave his love, he was fierce and loyal, giving his whole heart.
And he loved me.
He wasn’t cheating on me. He was just preoccupied. His recent promotion from ad designer to account executive at one of Vancouver’s top advertising firms had him working almost nonstop. We’d talked about it before he accepted the promotion, and we knew it would be hard. I just don’t think either of us knew how hard.
The shower turned off with a protesting squeal from the pipes and I tracked his footsteps above me to the bedroom. Before I could think twice, I switched off the TV and dashed up the stairs. When I walked into the bedroom, Grant was stretched out naked on the bed, one arm bent, hand tucked behind his head, eyes closed.
“Yum,” I whispered as I climbed onto the bed and slowly straddled his body. “Look what I found sleeping in my bed.”
He didn’t move, but for a small twitch of his lips. Leaning forward, I tasted that half smile briefly before nibbling my way over to his ear. I nuzzled the soft spot behind his ear and spoke softly. “Such delicious flavor you have.”
His chest brushed against mine as it shook with silent laughter. Sitting up, I quickly pulled off the baggy T-shirt I’d donned when I got home from work earlier, leaving me in nothing but my cotton bikini panties. I wiggled myself down his body, letting the tips of my nipples scrap along his torso. After nudging his legs apart a bit I lay down, my body snug on top of his, his stiffening cock nestled nicely between my breasts as I scraped my nails across one male nipple and my teeth across the other.
His fingers weaved into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He didn’t try to direct me, or take control, he just let me enjoy myself. I ran my fingers through the crisp curls that covered his muscles, loving the way my fingertips tingled as they followed the trail to his belly button. I slid a bit lower, rimming the hole with the tip of my tongue as his cock bobbed, looking for the warm home of my breasts that had disappeared.
Warmth flowed through me at the feel of my husband’s body beneath me, the ripple of his muscles under my fingertips as I skimmed over his torso. It was a rare treat for him to let me have all the control so I made sure to enjoy every second of it, drawing it out as one hand dipped down to travel up the inside of his thigh and my mouth skimmed over his hip bone. His lower belly tightened, and his breathing grew ragged as I let my hot breath tease over his hardness.
This was my passion. The rightness that I felt in my soul every time I touched him, every time I gave him pleasure. This is where I belonged.
His fingers tightened in my hair and his hips lifted slightly off the bed. I circled the base of his shaft with my fingers and took him in my mouth. A low moan echoed in the room as my tongue swirled and my lips tightened. I sucked gently, raising and lowering my head taking him in, and out. He heated up, his cock swelling and hardening in my mouth until I could feel him hit the back of my throat.
I kept working him for a couple more minutes, my free hands sneaking between my own legs. My clit was hard and my entrance slick. He hadn’t touched me, but he didn’t need to. Just knowing I was pleasing him was a turn-on for me.
After rubbing my clit for a couple more seconds I’d had enough. Pleasing Grant was a turn-on, but I wanted more. I wanted him deep inside me.
Pulling away, I got rid of my panties and straddled him once more. This time his eyes were open, watching me as I got into position. Gripping him with one hand, I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, and then impaled myself on him.
A gasp escaped my lips and I wiggled, loving the fullness of Grant buried deep inside me. His free hand rested on my thigh as I started rocking. It wasn’t long before his fingers tightened on my leg, and my insides clenched in response. Our eyes were locked together even though he remained still with one hand behind his head. His lips parted as his breath came faster, his brow puckered and his cock throbbed hotly as I rotated and thrust my hips. I was almost there, the heat from within spreading to all my nerve endings. I caught his gaze, and ran my hands over my torso, up over my ribs and to cup my own breasts.
It was then that his hand came out from under his head and he gripped both my hips. He grunted as he thrust fast and hard into me and I pinched my nipples, watching heat flare deep in his eyes and feeling sharp pleasure shoot from the hard tips straight to my core. With one last growl, Grant held me tight to him, his cock twitching and jerking inside me as he came. Without thinking, I reached down and tweaked my clit, sending pleasure sweeping throughout my body to every nerve.
I collapsed on top of him, and he rolled to his side. Warm lips pressed against my forehead as he cuddled me close. “That was hot, babe. Just what I needed,” he whispered drowsily. “Thanks.”
Then he was asleep.
I lay there for a few minutes, wishing he hadn’t fallen right to sleep. Then I got up and turned out the bedroom lights before crawling back into bed. I pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed to cover us and snuggled up close to my husband, trying not to remember how we used to be able to go all night.
How he never used to get enough of me.
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