35. Paige
Sunrise - Norah Jones
Paige: Just landed.
Cade: I’ll be the guy in the cowboy hat.
Paige: Ha. Ha. We’re in Nashville, dumbass.
I practically sprint through the baggage claim when I spot Cade waiting for me with a bouquet of wildflowers. Just to mess with him a little bit, I run right past and watch his face fall, before I stride back around, put his cowboy hat on my head, and kiss him senseless.
“Hey handsome, wanna take me for a ride?” Cade slaps me on the ass and lays another sinful kiss on my lips.
“Just say the word, baby, and I’ll take you in the truck before we ever leave the parking lot.” Cade’s eyes are full of heat now and I can feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my belly. It still does things to me, knowing I have this affect on him. We wait for what feels like an eternity for my luggage, th en head out to the truck, hand in hand.
Before I can open the passenger door, Cade pushes me against it and cages me in with his hands on either side of my face.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he groans, his lips touching mine in a ghost of a kiss. “I’m coming with you next time. I can’t go through that again, baby.”
“Ok,” I say, the words coming out a little breathless. He places a sweet kiss on my forehead, stepping back and opening the door for me to climb into the truck, leaving me hot and bothered.
Only when I’m securely belted does he close the door and retreat to his side. As he pulls the car out of the parking lot, he lays his hand palm up on my thigh, signaling for me to lace my fingers with his.
I missed this.
It wasn’t just the big things I thought about while I was away; not the grand gestures or the sex, although I did frequently think about that. It was the forehead kisses, and the longing glances; the way his fingers would tangle with mine under the diner table, or the way his eyes could always find me in a crowded room.
His scent surrounded me as soon as I stepped into the truck; leather and sandalwood, just like the hoodie I brought with me when I left. By the end of the trip, it didn’t smell like him anymore and it broke my heart. Now I was once again surrounded by him, and it felt like comfort. Home.
The 2 hour drive back to the cabin is torture. With every mile closer to home, it takes all of my willpower not to tell Cade to pull over so I can climb him like a tree. When we finally pull up to the cabin, the sun is setting over the lake and a rush of joy washes over me. I take Cade’s hand all but dragging him through the side gate towards the dock. When we get to the end, I stare off at the horizon and allow a tear to fall. Cade gently wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder, inhaling my scent, then places a kiss behind my ear.
“I’m so happy to be home,” I murmur.
“You have no idea,” he breathes. “It was like waking up every day without a limb.”
“Well, I think I have some idea,” I say playfully.
“Come on, I have a surprise for you.” Cade takes my hand and guides me in through the patio doors off the deck. I stare at his back, a puzzled expression on my face.
“I’ve already seen your dick, babe,” I prod. I have no idea what surprise he has in store for me, but it feels good to get back to our playful banter.
“Keep saying things like that and you won’t get to see your surprise.”
He brings us to a stop outside his office door. When I left, it was full of boxes stacked neatly in the corner with a barren desk taking up most of the room. He said he wanted to turn it into something else since he didn’t really have a use for an office at the time.
“Close your eyes, Sunshine.”
I do as I’m told, trying my best not to peek, though the curiosity is tempting me. Just one little…
“Close your eyes, Paige, or I’ll take you over my knee.”
I grumble under my breath, “that’s not the threat you think it is.”
With an exaggerated eye roll, I give him a look of exasperation before closing my eyes tightly and dramatically covering my face with one hand. I hear the door creak open as Cade tugs on my free hand to follow, and I’m a little worried I might trip. As though reading my mind, he releases my hand to stand behind me and places his hands on either side of my hips, guiding me into the space.
“Ok, open your eyes.”
My eyes flutter open, and I can’t help but let out an audible gasp of surprise. The room has been transformed into a whimsical oasis. Sage green shelves line the walls, filled with so many of my favorite books. There’s a beautiful wood sliding ladder straight out of Beauty and the Beast. Twinkle lights are delicately woven along the ceiling and shelves, casting a warm, ethereal glow around the room. In the center of the far wall, nestled into the bay window, is a cozy bench seat adorned with plush cushions overlooking the lake beyond.
Tears well in my eyes as I take in every detail. The smell of fresh paint permeating the air, as a soft mewl sounds from below. Goose has wandered into the room, purring at my feet before sauntering over to the bench seat and curling up in the window.
“Looks like he’s made himself right at home here.”
Cade watches my reaction with a mixture of pride and nervousness.
“You did all of this for me?” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. He nods, stepping forward to wrap his arms around me.
“I wanted you to have a sanctuary here, in our home. A place that’s all yours. Not a hand-me-down from my past — the past that was empty before you.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes full of love. I kiss him, pouring all of my gratitude and longing into the kiss. When we finally break apart, I take his hand and lead him to the bench seat. Goose pops his little head up, assessing his intruders, ultimately deciding that we aren’t a threat. As I lay my head on his shoulder, my gaze catches on something over by the door. “Is that…” I open my mouth to speak but the words don’t come. Goose hops down from the bench, leaving us alone in the room before I lift myself out of my spot on the bench and walk over to the wall beside the door.
“Cade. When did you… how?” The tears are clouding my vision now because there, hanging on the wall in my library, is a hand painted scene from our wedding. A replica of the photograph in my mom’s scrapbook, only moments later; a breath before the kiss. Cade's hand is gently cupping my cheek, our gazes locked as the sun sets over the lake.
“Ivy painted it. She put the finishing touches on it last night and I left the key so she could deliver it before you got home.”
“Cade, this is incredible. Thank you. I don’t even know what to say.”
“I love you, Paige.”
“Show me.”
Cade
With a gentle grip on her hand, I escort her to the small velvet sofa, which sits opposite her bookshelves. Did I imagine fucking my wife in this library tonight? Yes. I can’t deny that it crossed my mind a time or two while we were making this place come to life.
The air crackles with desire as I take a seat in the middle of the sofa, and widen my legs so she can step between them. With a gentle touch, Paige’s hands find my shoulders and then softly move upwards, weaving into my hair as our lips meet in a leisurely, passionate kiss. My hands instinctively reach for the hem of her cropped tee, my palms meeting the bare skin of her back before sliding down to cup her plump ass.
We momentarily pull apart as I unbutton the front of her jeans and pull them down her thighs taking her black lace panties with them to pool at the floor. Paige’s hands find my zi pper and she gestures for me to lift my hips so she can tug down my jeans and boxers. I lift my t-shirt over my head, baring myself to her completely as she does the same, before unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor with the discarded remains of our clothing. I sit back and scoot my ass forward to give her room to move.
She steps between my spread legs, one hand gliding over her hard nipple, the other sliding down to her wet pussy. She circles her clit and I just sit back, enjoying the show. I love how comfortable she is in front of me. She’s fucking perfection.
“Straddle my lap, baby. I want you to ride me.” She moves forward but I stop her, motioning for her to turn around first before guiding one knee to either side of my waist. She takes my shaft in hand, looking down between her thighs before guiding me to her already slick entrance.
“Is that all for me, Paige?” I say, as I reach around to gather some of her wetness and begin stroking her clit. She moans as she carefully sinks onto my cock inch by glorious inch. Her pussy is strangling me and it feels like the first time all over again.
“Cade, fuck — you feel so fucking good.”
“That’s right baby, take all of me. You’re doing so good.”
With both hands on her hips, I hold her steady as she bottoms out, giving her a moment to adjust to my intrusion.
“I need to move,” she moans. She lifts her hips in a slow, deliberate motion, repeating the movement without any sense of urgency. It feels like heaven, but it’s still not enough. I need more of her — I need a taste. I lift her to a standing position, laying myself lengthwise on the sofa.
“Sit on my face, Paige. Let me taste that pretty pussy.”
“I can’t. Cade, I’ll suffocate you.”
“If there was ever an ideal way to go, that would be it. Now sit on my fucking face, I won’t ask again.” I practically grow l the words as my right hand fists my erection.
I expect her to sit facing the arm of the couch for leverage, but my wife is anything but predictable, so it catches me completely off guard when she straddles my head then leans forward, her face a breath away from my cock before she takes it in her delicate fist and spits on the tip.
“Holy fuck, Paige.”
“Are you going to stop talking and eat my pussy?” she asks defiantly.
I lay a stinging slap on her left ass cheek. “Careful with that attitude, baby.”
She jiggles her ass as I lay another matching handprint on the other cheek before diving headfirst into her soaked cunt. I can feel her groans vibrating around my cock as she takes me to the back of her throat. She’s dripping all over my face and she tastes so fucking sweet, like ripe cherries I want to devour.
Her pace slows and I know she's close. I take two fingers and gently enter her, stroking her g-spot. Her legs begin to shake and she cries out.
“Cade, oh my god. Oh, fuck.” She continues to stroke me with her hand as she screams out her orgasm, coating my stubble with her release.
“Did I just…”
“Yeah, babe, you squirted all over my fucking face like a good girl.”
“Holy fuck.”
I slap her ass, signaling for her to let me up. Once I’m on my feet, I position her on her knees over the back of the couch before plunging balls deep into her wet heat.
I wrap my arms around her waist, cupping her breasts and tugging at her nipples. My pace is punishing as I thrust in and out.
“Harder,” she groans.
“This body was made for me. ”
“Yes. I’m yours. Fill me up. Please.”
It’s all the encouragement I need before I grit out my own orgasm, filling her completely as her pussy clenches around my cock. I lay tender kisses along her back, pulling all the way out to watch my release drip down her thick thighs.
“You look fucking perfect like this, baby.” I take 2 fingers and run them through my cum before stuffing it back inside her pussy, where it belongs .
We haven’t discussed when we’ll be ready to have kids, and Paige is on birth control, but someday I’m going to put a baby in her. But not yet. I’m going to savor every minute I have her to myself.