Chapter 12 Take Two
Take Two
Nadine
It sucked.
Stripping off my clothes for the second time that day, I cracked the window, spread out on the bed, and contemplated the ceiling.
I sniffed and blinked back the tears at my body’s betrayal. I had itty-bitty nipples, a dry coochie, and a plummeting sex drive.
Erratic emotions, hot flashes, foggy thinking, it all sucked, but the sex issues bothered me the most. We’d always had a stellar sex life.
Some might say we started too soon, but up until recently, we’d never run out of steam. Even sleep-deprived with small kids, we still had a great sex life.
When they were teens? We mastered the quickie.
I was insatiable.
Now, if he didn’t initiate? I didn’t even think about it.
If Aaron’s hands began to roam, it didn’t take me long to get on board. He knew my body, how to touch me, make me squirm, and could take me apart at the seams and put me back together better than when we started.
Our week at the cabin pressed the reset button. Closing in on another weekend, we were better than good.
His footsteps echoed in the hall, but I didn’t care enough to cover myself. I’d never been particularly confident about my body, but I was too uncomfortable to care.
He chuckled as he rounded the corner. “I can’t believe you’re naked again. It’s like Christmas every day.”
“Doesn’t feel like Christmas from here,” I grumbled.
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, clearly delighted. “When we got this special delivery right here?” He held up the package of PH-balanced lube for me to see.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
Flicking the cap open, he wagged his brows. “Having an empty nest isn’t all bad. Let’s give our new toy a test-drive.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows. “She said to use a lot, much more than we think we’ll need.”
Holding the lube high in the air, he gave it a squeeze and sent a stream down to his open palm. “Sloppy soup sex coming up.”
I barked out a laugh. “Aaron, sloppy soup sex is not a turn on!”
He stopped and cocked his head to the side, eyes trained to the apex of my thighs. “I don’t know about that,” he trailed off.
Giving me no warning, he slapped his palm over my pussy.
“Aaron!” I gasped. “That’s cold!”
He flashed me his crooked smile. “I needed my hand free.” Undoing his belt, he shoved his pants down to his thighs. Nodding to his rapidly swelling erection, he joked, “Sloppy soup sex can’t be that bad. I mean, I’m turned on.”
I reached up and pulled him down on top of me. Staring up into his smiling face, I murmured, “You’re crazy, do you know that?”
Touching his lips to mine, he confessed, “Crazy about you, maybe.”
His sweet kiss unlocked the tension deep inside me.
I ran my hands over his back, slanted my head to the side, and gave him my mouth. All he needed to get me on board was thirty seconds.
I loved being under him, his long body a welcome weight. With his muscular thighs spreading mine open, and his strong arms wrapped around me, we were safe and warm in a cocoon of our own making.
When his heat pulsed against my thigh, my pelvis automatically rocked, inviting him home.
“Okay, baby,” he whispered. “Let’s give this a whirl. Stop me as soon as you’re the least bit uncomfortable, okay?”
I nodded, mesmerized by the sight of him rising to his knees between my thighs. Squeezing a dollop of lube into his palm, he wrapped his fist around his cock, and stroked.
“Aaron…” I whispered, my voice guttural.
His lips quirked to the side. “Yeah, baby?”
“That’s so hot.” I squirmed on the bed and spread my legs wider.
He grinned. “Always going to be my dirty girl?”
My face flushed but I answered, “Always.”
Hovering over me, one hand braced at my head, the other holding the head of his cock at my entrance, he flexed his hips minutely, only allowing his head to enter.
I loved it when he fucked me shallow. My eyelids fluttered shut as my neck arched back. “Yes,” I hissed.
His hips jerked hard once before he returned to his steady tease. “You going to let me put this lube to use?”
“Yes.” I nodded to ensure he got my answer loud and clear.
“Going to let me take that ass?”
I groaned as my hips bucked to take him deeper.
“That’s right, baby-mine. Offer me that pussy.”
“It’s yours,” I promised.
“That ass mine?” He grunted, holding his body up on his hands.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“You know it,” he muttered, pulling back.
“No,” I protested losing him. When something cold and wet hit my core, I gasped.
“Not taking any chances.”
“It’s okay,” I nodded.
Rubbing his hand around my clit in slow, tantalizing, circles before curling inside me, my body warmed quickly.
“Need you, baby,” he murmured. Wasting no more time, he entered me with one unrelenting push.
I flinched involuntarily, expecting a pinch that never came.
“Better?” he asked, his concerned gaze locking onto mine.
I nodded. “I think so.”
He began to move inside me.
Seeking more friction, I wrapped my arms around his back and ground my pussy against his pelvis.
This was nothing like I’d ever felt before.
I wasn’t a fan.
“I hope you’ve got time,” he muttered, a smile in his voice. “I feel like I’m in the tub.”
“Aaron!” I gasped, outraged but secretly agreeing.
His brow furrowed as he looked down at me. “Is it good for you?”
“Is what good?” I asked, exasperated. “Are you even in me?”
He began to laugh, slowly at first, but it built quickly, shaking his wide chest like a rockslide.
Watching him lose it released a pressure-valve inside me, and happiness light as a helium balloon filled my lungs. We clutched each other close, our chests vibrating.
“This is definitely not the best sex I’ve ever had,” I murmured when our howls of mirth finally quieted.
“I’m not sure we’re even having sex,” he agreed, rolling us over.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, he murmured, “What do you say we get rid of some of the excess and try again?”
I nodded. “I’m on board with that plan.”
He followed me into the bathroom and gently wiped me down with a towel before turning the same towel on himself then tossing it in the laundry basket. Sweeping me up in his arms like a bride, he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Sloppy soup sex, take two.”
Tumbling us both into bed, he covered me quickly, entering me as he took my mouth, his tongue caressing mine.
Better, oh god, so much better.
His hands in my hair.
His lips worshipping mine.
His thumbs tenderly brushing back the hair at my temples.
His hips, God, his hips working in and out, driving my pleasure, building it, taking it from me.
I closed my eyes and whispered my approval. I’d missed my husband. His laughter, his hands on my body, his kiss, and his sweet attention.
He dropped a trail of kisses along the line of my jaw. As if he could read my mind, he nuzzled my cheek and confessed, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I love you,” I whispered fervently. “I love us. We’re worth any amount of work.”
“I’ll put in the work,” he promised, his hand dropping to cup the back of my thigh. “I won’t let you down again.”
I nodded and tilted my hips to meet him. “I won’t let you.”
“Going to hold you to that,” he rasped, his pace picking up as he wrapped my leg up around his hip before pushing up on his hands. “Get there, Dini-baby. Rub your little clit for me.”
This. His big chest flexing over me, lean hips working between my thighs. My favorite view.
My hand shot down between us.
Eyes wide open, I watched my husband try to rein himself in. Jaw clenched, eyes at turns flashing fire and begging me to meet him.
“Nadine…”
“You’re gorgeous, baby,” I breathed.
“Baby…”
His eyes fluttered shut.
His neck arched back as his pelvis locked against mine.
I wrapped my other leg around him, tilted my hips, and let myself go, pulsing around his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
With a few final thrusts, he lowered to his elbows and pressed his chest to mine.
Smiling his sweetly crooked smile, eyes lazily perusing my face as his thumbs brushed my hair back from my temples, he muttered, “That was a close one.”
I laughed so hard that helium balloon fairly burst.