Chapter 48
THE CURVE
ZEKE
I meant for the shower to buy me some time to calm my nerves, but the prospect of sleeping with Maggie made me panic. Racing thoughts and insecurities plagued me. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if I truly didn’t know what I was doing?
But this was Maggie. My Shiny Girl. Trouble with a capital T. I’d do anything for this woman, including rearrange my entire future, a future that she somehow still seemed to want to be part of.
Barb identified me as a demisexual. The word fit, and I trusted the therapist’s assessment.
According to her, that meant I needed an emotional bond with a person before I could fully experience sex.
Mechanically, my body might be capable of responding to the right stimuli, but I wouldn’t feel the experience like others would.
Everything with Maggie felt like an emotional connection, though. I could tell the moment she entered a room even with my eyes closed, ears plugged, and the lights off. I didn’t know if there was a word for that kind of bond. I only knew that it was stronger than anything else on Earth.
I lit a few candles that I placed on the dresser before pulling the blackout curtains closed. It wasn’t that I minded the light seeping through, but Maggie probably would. Both of us needed to be comfortable for this to work.
Before I could say anything, my wife slipped out in that dark green strip of lace.
Something about the color caught my eye in that store and I practically salivated from the image it procured in my head.
That image couldn’t hold a candle to the sight of Maggie wearing it in the flesh.
A deep V divided her torso in half, the lace basically see-through.
The dusty pink circles of her nipples caught my eye as I remembered the nipple clamps she bought at the shop.
I didn’t even know those were a thing until she mentioned how sensitive her nipples tended to be during sex.
Their rosy hue taunted me now, begging me to find out.
A wary expression froze on Maggie’s face as her eyes darted around the room. Anywhere but on me.
“I know you need me to say something, Trouble, but I’m having a hard time forming words right now,” I told her. That earned me a small smile along with her attention. We both visibly relaxed.
Until her gaze perused my entire body and her eyes threatened to pop out.
“I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to wear,” I admitted sheepishly. My hands hung awkwardly near my groin as I fought the urge to cover my naked shaft.
“I just can’t believe you’re mine,” she finally whispered.
Her claim did me in. My cock lengthened in need, and two strides I crossed the room to her, cradling her face in my hands. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I reminded her.
A brush of her lips along mine and she whispered, “The same goes for you. We’re in this together.”
I grinned against her lips. “Count me in.”
A promise we both needed. I sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing her between my legs, and simply let my hands wander.
Due to the height difference, my face lined up perfectly with her breasts, and kissed the exposed skin in between them.
A tiny gasp escaped her mouth. Maggie’s hands slid through the wet strands of my hair to hold me in place as I languidly feathered kisses along the curve of one breast, then the other.
My nose gently lifted the lace off a nipple, and I sucked the whole breast greedily into my mouth.
Maggie’s whimpers reverberated throughout the room and my cock became a titanium rod.
I wanted to play that sound on repeat until my dying breath.
As I continued to lave my tongue over the nipple, I allowed my hand to graze over the length of her sex.
What had once been an erotic outfit now became a lace prison.
I tugged at the offensive fabric, making her laugh.
She took a step backward and held my gaze as she slipped one strap over her shoulder, then the other. The teddy slid to the floor as Maggie stood bare before me and let me get my fill. Although I didn’t know which places exactly like she did, I could see that her body looked fuller. Healthier.
Exquisite. That was the only thing that came to mind as I tortured myself by staring at her like a love-drunk dumbass.
This was my wife? I got to come home every single day to her? What kind of gilded lottery did I win in Heaven to deserve that?
Scooting backwards, I laid down on my back, arching my hands behind my head. I wanted Maggie to take control so that I knew what pace to take things. I recognized enough of her tells that I trusted myself to follow her lead.
She crawled up the bed on all fours until she straddled my hips. “Get out of your own head, Zeke,” Maggie whispered. “You’re allowed to enjoy this, too.”
I winced at how accurate her assessment was. “What if I’m bad at it?”
Maggie shrugged. “And what if you blow my mind? Now. Brain off. Heart on. Got it?”