21. Claudia
Snuggling into Josh’s hard muscular body thanks to years of lifting engines, tyres and a lifetime of hard work, I waited for him to wake up. I was horny and since Josh had a late callout last night to fix a tractor, I had already fallen asleep by the time he arrived home.
He was sleeping on his stomach, the pillow tucked under arms giving me the best view of his magnificent shoulders and back. Stroking my hand down his spine, I sent a silent prayer to the universe for giving me Josh.
We had known each other our entire lives, went to kinder together, primary and high school. The whole six years of high school we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we got engaged young and married the same year. There was never any doubt in either of our minds our lives would go any other way.
Other than my sisters, there was no one who knew me better than Josh. We were a unit, one person sliced into two. He could read my mind just as well as I could his, like now even asleep, Josh’s body reacted to my light touch. His muscles bunching as I ran a finger from one shoulder to the other. The tattoo that spread across from blade to blade always made me tingle when his body was bare. The beautiful calligraphy of my name Claudia Chanel, an engagement surprise. The only other ink he had was on his chest, on his pectoral. The simple heart with our initials inside it and an arrow going through the middle was a combined eighteenth birthday present. We were so perfect for each other we even shared the same birthday.
“Baby, you stroking my back like you are, is making it mighty hard for me to lay on my stomach,” Josh’s deep sleep laced warning making me giggle, but didn’t stop me from travelling lower down his back to the waist band of his boxers, sliding my hand under it.
“So, you’d rather I didn’t reach down here and grab?—”
In a split second, I was flipped on my back and my gorgeous husband on top of me, his smile making my heart step up a beat.”
“Baby, you can grab any part of me any time you wanna, don’t pretend you don’t already do that,” Josh mumbled against my lips, his voice suddenly not so sleepy now.
Sliding my hands up and around his neck, I let my hands comb through his hair. It was longer than he usually wore it, the same as his beard. Josh got lazy when it came to man scaping but only because he liked to wait for me to do it for him.
“You need a haircut, and your beard needs trimming honey,” I told him while he slipped the thin straps of my nightie down my arms, his lips nibling at my neck.
“Hmmm, I’ve been busy working,” Josh murmured, against my throat then lower as he pushed down the bodice of the silk negligée, freeing my breasts. I watched his eyes turn almost black and my core clenched with need.
My nipples hardened in seconds, and just as fast Josh dropped his mouth and took one hard bud between his lips, pulling it into his mouth. A long loud moan left my lips, my hands gone from stroking his hair to holding his head firmly in place. Josh knew my body so well; his clever tongue knew exactly how to work my nipples.
“I have a lot to do today,” I joked, playing my role in our sexual banter, rolling slightly to my side giving him the message it was my other nipples turn to be sucked.
Feeling Josh’s grin against my breast he did exactly what I was silently begging for.
“You do have a lot to do, baby,” Josh agreed wickedly, his teeth gently biting down on my tender bud.
“And what is that, Joshy?” I asked impishly, wriggling under him, helping him remove his boxers. My pussy was wet, just from his magical tonguing of my nipples. His cock, now free from the confines of his underwear, hard and ready. The wet dripping tip resting against my thigh.
Spreading my legs further apart with his legs, Josh leaned up on his forearms, his lips now focusing on my mouth. Duelling his tongue with mine, Josh kissed me the way he always did.
Completely.
Thoroughly.
Lovingly.
Lifting my hips, urgent to have him inside me, I moaned words of love into his mouth. Knowing it always drove him crazy with need.
“Me,” he growled answering my question at the same time he drove his hard cock into me, filling me with one hard thrust, making me come almost instantly.
My pussy convulsed deliciously, Josh’s growl of approval music to my ears.
“Only you,” I agreed, hopelessly lost in love with my husband, loving the tempo his set getting me riled up for another orgasm.
“You got that right, gorgeous.” Josh stopped talking, and went back to kissing me, while his hips and mine worked in perfect unison.
Just like always.
“Bloody Nora,” I grumbled when my mobile ran in my back pocket, typically at the wrong moment because of course my hands were stuffed in a bowl of raw mince meat and chopped onion. After two amazing hours in bed with my energic husband, and a half hour of laying on back with a pillow under my hips, Josh’s insistence, I shooed him off to work so I could get a start on dinner. Meatloaf was on the menu tonight because tonight was Miracle sleepover night and she had requested meatloaf.
Quickly wiping as much meat off my fingers as possible to protect my jeans, I pulled out the phone and saw it was Elle calling.
“Chickee, this is not a good time right—” I started saying but stopped when I heard Elle’s out of control sobs.
“Ellie?” tucking the phone under my chin, I turned on the water and washed off my hands as fast as I could. “Ellie, talk to me right now.”
Something was very, very wrong. Elle did not cry. Ever.
“Claude,” Elle whispered, her voice ravished with emotionally tears, breaking my heart and scaring me at the same time.
More than very wrong. Hugely bad.
Snatching the tea towel from the bench, I was already moving through the kitchen towards the front door.
“What’s happened?” I asked, not wanting to know but had to.
“I need you chickee,” my sister cried, sending shivers all over my skin. “Someone broke into my house, trashed it. Dutch is … is … they killed him, Claude.”
My blood turned to ice in my veins, not comprehending what Elle just told me.
“I’m coming chickee,” I promised then hung up, sprinting out of the house.
Mother pus bucket.