Chapter Twenty-Two #2
He chuckled again as we walked into the bedroom, shutting, and locking the door.
Marvin looked up from where he lay in the middle of our bed and meowed loudly, greeting the new arrival.
“Hey, buddy. How are you?” He swooped down to pick up Marvin, scratching under his chin, until Marvin squirmed and jumped down, stomping over to the door.
I laughed as Nash let him out.
“He’s fine. Come here,” I said quickly, stepping up to him and grabbing both sides of his jacket and yanking it down his arms, letting it drop to the floor as I reached for the hem of his muscle tee.
In seconds the shirt was over his head and flying through the air to land wherethefuckever, to be claimed at a later date.
I immediately began working on his jeans as he continued to laugh.
“Someone really missed me,” he said, pushing me back toward the bed and gesturing at me. “I can take off my own jeans, Joshua, but if you’re not naked and on that bed in a minute, I’m going to start tearing off your clothes.”
I loved how playful he was when he got like this.
Just like the first time we’d been together, and he’d started a pillow fight with me out of the blue, we always had fun in bed.
Right now, though, I was much more interested in burning up the sheets with him.
I yanked at the jeans I wore, cursing the fact that I’d put on button-up 501s, making the task more arduous than necessary.
I watched him squat to remove his boots and then finally his jeans before I was even naked.
Once I was, I crab walked back onto the bed to get into the center where Marvin had been sleeping.
I reached under my pillow and pulled out the lube we both liked, thankful that we’d ditched the condoms months ago after showing each other our tests.
I held up the bottle and waggled it, grinning at him as he laughed.
“I do love a Boy Scout,” he said.
“Always prepared,” I singsonged, tossing it onto the covers beside me as he climbed onto the bed and crawled between my legs.
Coming together with Nash was always wonderful, whether it was slow and easy after a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, or hot and hard, like it was promising to be at the moment.
Any way we did this was amazing. He was my guy, and I was his.
We’d practically clicked from the moment we’d met.
His mouth came down on mine as he stretched out over me, and I lifted my pelvis, grinding up against him, so turned on, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
At twenty-seven, I had staying power. But not the kind necessary when I hadn’t seen him since the weekend before when he’d driven back from San Diego for a one-night visit before having to return to his team to finish out their assignment.
We kissed for a minute or so, just long enough for the frotting to become less than satisfying before he pulled his mouth away and rolled me, taking hold of my hips and guiding me into a straddle.
“Come on. Fuck yourself on me, baby.”
I nodded, immediately reaching for his nipples, tweaking them until he was gasping. I leaned down and sucked one of them, looking up at him. Lust burned in his gaze. Nash loved it when I sucked his nipples.
I liked sucking other things too. Giving him head and getting it in return when we had the time for foreplay, was always satisfying but this afternoon, I just wanted to feel him moving inside me.
I needed to know he was home to stay and this was the best way I could think of.
There’d be plenty of time for slow lovemaking later tonight when I could spend all night taking him apart.
“Oh, God, I love that,” he said, moaning as I sucked on the second nipple.
I pulled my mouth away and sat up, looking down at him and admiring lips swollen from our kisses. “I need you to fill me up, Nash.” I leaned over and snatched up the lube, then sat back in a straddle.
I squeezed a healthy dollop into the palm of my hand and reached for his long, thick cock, coating it well before positioning myself over him, not taking the time to open myself up.
With rare exceptions, we fucked every night and even though Nash was a big man, I was used to him at this stage.
It had taken a while, but these days, I could take him with ease once we got past the initial burn and stretch on entry.
He was a patient lover, waiting for me to become accustomed to him and move at my own pace.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me over him as his cock notched against my hole. I blew out a long breath and bore down, letting his cock do the work of opening me. I focused on his eyes, staring into the startling hazel color and the gold flecks in them as he gazed up at me.
“That’s it, baby…Jesus, you’re so fucking tight…so hot around my cock.”
I gasped as he slowly drove up into me, using the grip on my hips to rock in and out slowly until he was fully buried inside me.
I hung my head, breathing slowly through it, feeling sweat breaking out on my forehead as he began to move inside me, searching for just the right angle to brush over my prostate.
Electricity zinged through my body as the head of his cock found it, startling a gasp out of me.
He grinned. “There it is.”
“Yesss,” I hissed, planting both hands on his pecs and pushing myself up and nearly off him before coming back down where he managed to hit it again. “Oh, God!”
He thrust up, moving faster, dragging me on and off as he picked up speed, starting a rhythm.
“So…fucking…beautiful, Joshua,” he began chanting, picking up the pace.
His fingers dug into my hips, but I relished the sting, knowing I’d enjoy looking at the bruises they left when I showered off later on.
In moments, I felt my climax beginning at the small of my back as it rushed in on me with a particularly well-placed brush over my prostate.
I groaned. “Gonna come, Nash!” The warning was unnecessary, because the second his name left my lips, I did just that, shooting an arc of creamy, hot come from my cock which fell back down in thick splatters all over his chest, leaving puddles from collar bone to belly.
I shuddered with the second wave of climax as he fucked me forcefully through it, milking me free of smaller spurts.
“Damn, Joshua!” he shouted, bucking up and burying his length deep up inside.
I felt his cock swell seconds before liquid heat filled me as he came in one, long, shivering climax, emptying himself deeply inside my body.
He shuddered as I came down over him, fusing our mouths once again, listening to the rapid tattoo of our hearts which beat as one.
When I could finally breathe normally again, I shifted off him and rolled to my back, feeling the slide of his come pooling beneath me.
I panted, staring up at the ceiling as I threw an arm over my eyes.
“I should’ve pulled the covers down. Now I’m going to have to wash the bedding before the kids get home. ”
Nash rolled, propping his head in his hand as he stared down at me with a grin. “Don’t want them smelling your stank?”
I started laughing, then cringed as the movement forced more of his come to stain the bedding. “I’m sorry. Did you say my ‘stank’?”
He laughed, reaching out to tease my lips with one long finger. “Well, what would you call it?”
I rolled to my side, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek just because he was so dear to me. “I don’t really care. You call it whatever you want to call it. I’m just so glad you’re home. I missed you so much, Nash.”
His gaze softened. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”
I frowned, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the first time. “You look tired.”
He smiled sadly. “I don’t sleep right when you’re not in bed by my side.” He pulled me with him when he rolled to his back, and I scooted close, resting my head on his shoulder. “Sometimes I have bad dreams when you’re not with me.”
I reached up and ran my fingers along his jaw, dragging them over his stubble. “Why?”
He sighed and then lifted my hand, kissing my palm as he turned his head to look at me. “Because after my father did what he did to me, I lived in a dark place for a long time, Joshua.”
“And now?” I asked.
He smiled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Because with you at my side sleeping softly, there’s no more darkness, baby. I live my life in color, even in my dreams.”
It was the same for me. I smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, Nash.”
“You’re it for me, Joshua. I love you,” he said softly.
I smiled, closing my eyes and snuggling even closer to him. “And I love you, Nash, and I always will.”