Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
PARKER
This was the second morning I was waking up with Molly in my arms, and I had to admit it was nice.
It was definitely something I could get used to.
The only difference between yesterday morning and today's was the fact that last night my wife hadn't tried to put distance between us.
Molly accepted the fact she would end up in my arms and allowed us to fall asleep the same way we were waking up.
Spooning.
Her back fit perfectly against the front of mine. Our legs tangled together, and my rock-hard cock was nestled nicely in her ass.
I was in heaven.
"At least this morning, we aren't waking up late." Molly's sleepy voice pulled me from my musings.
"Nope. We're like an old married couple already. We went to bed at a decent time, and now we're waking up before the sun rises."
Molly snickered and wiggled deeper into my body. Somehow my cock got even harder. It wanted to be buried balls deep in the woman rubbing her ass against it. I might not remember our wedding night together, but it would seem my dick did.
"You keep wiggling like that, and I'm going to have to get you off this morning.
" My hand snaked lower on her stomach until it reached the band of her sleep shorts.
With just the tips of my fingers, I dipped them into her shorts and teased the area.
I wanted to get a feel for how far she would let me take things.
Her body tensed for the briefest of moments before it relaxed further against me. The spreading of her legs ever so slightly was all the invitation I needed to work my way farther south.
I found she was wet for me as I played with her slick opening. I dragged her wetness and played with her bundle of nerves.
My chest swelled with pride as she moaned into the pillow. I wanted to make her feel good. To discover what she liked. Dipping two fingers into her opening, I curled them until I found the rough spot that I knew would have her wiggling in my arms.
Sure enough she bucked up. "That's it, baby. Ride my hand. Show me how much you like my fingers inside you."
Molly didn't hesitate. Her nails dug into my biceps and would leave little crescents indented to show she was there and the pleasure I gave her.
I worked her over until I felt her orgasm building, then I removed my hand.
"What the . . ."
I didn't give her a chance to finish. I flipped her onto her back and yanked her shorts down her legs. "I want you to finish on my tongue."
I didn't bother to wait to see if she was okay with the idea. If she wanted me to move, she would have to shove me away.
Molly didn't. In fact, her fingers went straight into my hair as she pushed my face deeper into her pussy.
She encouraged me on with each moan and whimper. She lifted her lips to try and bring me closer even though my face was buried so deep I was practically one with her.
I licked. I sucked. I teased her mercilessly. Bringing her to the brink time and time again before backing off some.
When she pulled my hair by the roots, I knew she had enough. "Parker, you better make me finish, or I'm going to make you bald."
"Yes, baby." I blew a breath across her wet core and watched as she shivered. Then I dove back in and feasted. I didn't stop until I pushed her so far over the edge there was no coming back from it. And still I didn't let up.
I sucked her dry. I lapped up all of her juices and worked her through her orgasm until she was a puddle of goo beneath me.
Only then did I crawl back up Molly's body and peck a kiss on her lips before rolling off the bed. I liked how sated she looked and knowing I was the one to do that to her.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower and then make you breakfast. Any requests?"
Molly's eyes roamed over my body and stopped at where my boxers tented. "What about you? Don't you think I should take care of that?" It was a lazy smile. There was no doubt in my mind she was still floating on cloud nine.
"Don't worry about me. This morning was about me giving you pleasure."
I didn't stick around to see if she was going to say anything more. I desperately needed to rub one off in the shower.
I wasn't ashamed to admit I shot off faster than I ever have in my life before. The taste of Molly on my lips and the picture of her body seared in my brain was all it took for me to shoot my load down the shower drain. It was a pity considering it should be filling her up instead.
When I got out of the shower, I hesitated for a moment about brushing my teeth. I didn't want to lose the taste of my wife on my tongue. Hygiene of course won in the end.
By the time I walked back into Molly's bedroom, I was disappointed to see she had slipped back into her shorts. I didn't take her for someone who was shy about her body.
She didn't give me the chance to ask her about it before she was rushing past me to get into the bathroom and shut the door. I debated following her but decided against it. If she needed a moment to herself, then who was I to push that boundary.
"Any thoughts on breakfast?" I hollered through the closed door.
"Eggs and toast, please."
Something was off with her tone. It was a little more high-pitched than usual. The thought of crashing through the door and demanding to know what was going on grew by the moment and maybe, if we had been together longer, I would have.
Instead I got dressed and went out to the kitchen to make breakfast. Hopefully some food would help get her to open up to me.
Molly was taking so long that I worried her food would get cold when I heard her walk down the hall.
Today she wore a printed dress that flared at her hips and stopped just before her knees.
Tan chunked shoes wrapped around her feet, and it made me think about the heels she wore the other day when she was forced to rush away from Ben.
At least this pair looked like she could actually move without difficulty.
My wife avoided eye contact as she sat down at the island in front of her plate of food. "Thank you for breakfast."
Okay, enough was enough. When I left her in bed to go shower, she had a goofy look on her face and lust in her eyes. Now that was gone, and it made me wonder if I fucked up somehow.
I leaned across the counter low enough that she was forced to meet my gaze. She was so damn pretty despite the frown.
"What's wrong? I left you in bed happy, and now you look like someone kicked your dog."
Molly moved the eggs around her plate with a fork. "I don't have a dog."
So this was how she was going to play it. "Okay, a metaphoric dog. Doesn't have to be yours. It could be a neighbor’s or one of your students’."
That brought her attention up. "That would be cruel to do to a child."
"Exactly. So why do you look like that's what happened? What changed while I was in the shower?"
I might be new to this whole relationship thing, but I wasn't stupid. Communication was key, and allowing my wife to sit there and stew while something was wrong that I could potentially fix wasn't an option.
Molly sighed, but she didn't stay silent. I took that as a win.
"I'm going to mess this up."
My face scrunched up in confusion. Gone was the overly confident woman I had first met. This new version of her threw me for a loop.
"What do you mean?"
"I know how to handle sex with a man. I can do that with my eyes closed.” Molly looked conflicted but didn't say anything further.
"Okay?" I was more confused than ever.
"I don't know how to do a relationship. We agreed to take things slow, and I was good with that. And it's been great, but now that we are getting physical, I'm worried I'm going to screw it up. I'm afraid I'm going to go back to being distant because that's what sex has always been to me."
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I made quick work of going to her and wrapping her up in my arms.
"You are not going to mess this up. If anyone is doing that, it's me. I should've talked to you before taking things to the next level. That was my mistake."
I could kick myself in the ass. I took the little she gave me and crashed over the line like a horny teenager.
"That's the thing. I wanted what we did. Hell, it's tame compared to my usual exploits. Almost loving and that's freaking me out. I swear my mind is a fucked-up mess. Everything is warring, and I don't know how to deal. I've never been in this situation before."
I dry laughed. "Well, if it makes you feel better, neither have I. Some days, I feel like I'm in a minefield, and one wrong step is going to blow me to pieces."
Molly pulled herself from my arms. "See, that right there. I don't want that for you."
"Well, I can't control it any more than you can control how you're feeling."
Her shoulders slumped. "We're quite a pair, aren't we?"
"I mean we've done things backward since the beginning. In less than a month, we've gotten married, agreed to date. I've practically moved in here and now moved things along physically. It would be a mindfuck for any two people who don't know the first thing about relationships."
"So where do we go from here?"
Well, there was one thing I knew for sure. I didn't want to sleep without her. It's only been two nights and going back to being alone felt like someone was squeezing my heart.
"We continue to date. I take you out to eat like a real couple.
I can go back to sleeping on the couch if you like.
" It would kill me, but I would do that if it was what she needed.
"I won't rush you to have sex with me because that wasn't my intention.
I'm a man. I find you extremely attractive, but I can keep my urges to myself until you're ready.
" Again it would suck now that I've had a taste of her, but I would do anything to see where this could go.
Molly sighed as she dropped her head to my chest. "I've made things awkward." Her groan rumbled against my pecs.
"You didn't make anything awkward." I rubbed circles along her back. "You communicated with me. From what I've heard, that's important in a relationship. We'll figure this out together."
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Molly pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "I don't want you to sleep on the couch."
I couldn't stop my lips from turning up into a smile if I tried. "Good because it really would've sucked to go back there. I mean I would've done it for you, but just saying, it would've sucked."
Molly chuckled softly. "I've gotten used to you holding me. I've slept better the last two nights than ever before. Had I known that, I would've let guys sleep over before this."
My hands went straight to her sides as I tickled a spot I knew would have her wiggling in my arms. "Hey now. No talk of other men in your bed. I prefer to think you sleep well because it’s me and not just some random asshat."
The devilish look in my wife's eyes made my smile grow even bigger. This was the look I preferred on her face. "If you say so."
"I do. Now finish eating so I can get you to work on time. I've already made you a lunch. I hope that's okay."
Molly's eyes softened. "You make one hell of a husband."
That was my goal. I just needed to not further screw things up by pushing things too fast. My dick wasn't going to like it, but he wasn't controlling things anymore.
My heart was.