15. Chapter Fifteen
M y butt bounced against the bed as Jonas tossed me into the center. I was suddenly incredibly thankful for only putting on a tank top and cotton sleep shorts after my soak. And for taking time to shave and apply body oil. As soon as I lifted the bottom of my shirt, Jonas growled, “Stop!”
I immediately released my grip on my top. “What’s wrong?”
He threw his shirt onto the chair in the corner, then tugged on his athletic shorts. “That’s my job, sweetheart.”
Completely distracted by my husband’s body didn’t come close to describing me at this moment. My eyes wandered from his eyes to his chest, admiring the tattoo he had done to represent our family after we decided two children completed our family. He placed each of our star signs inside his family’s crest over his heart. Our anniversary date in Roman numerals sat between our signs. Each of our children’s birthdays was below theirs. When he showed it to me, he told me he wanted to carry our family in his heart each day. My hand slid down his stomach. There had once been rock-hard abs with that delicious V-shaped indentation so many Romance novels describe. The V was long gone but definitely not forgotten, and the abs were a little less defined but still noticeable. It had been so long since we were together I was afraid it wouldn’t live up to whatever expectations we both had for this moment.
“Sweetheart, if you keep caressing me like that with your mouth slightly open and eyes filled with lust, I’m not going to last more than a minute once I’m inside.” His mouth lowered to press against my ear. “It’s been so long. How did we let this happen? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to make it up to you. I have a year to make up for. You’ve never stopped looking at me with nothing but love in your eyes. Yet, I’m certain the times I’ve seen you standing in front of the mirror, fretting over a new gray hair or wrinkle, is because I stopped showing you how beautiful you are and how you drive me wild. I’ve said it, but I didn’t show you.”
Tears trickled out of the corner of my eyes. Hearing him say it made me realize he was right. When Jonas stopped the physical attention and rushed through anything as if it were an obligation, my self-esteem tanked. I needed to know my husband found me attractive, and it had to be more than words. His thumb wiped the tears. “I love you, Annie.”
“I love you,” I whispered as I held back the remaining tears. The last thing I wanted to do was stop this. I needed him.
His hands slipped under my shirt and gently massaged my breasts while his mouth covered mine. Once his strong hands covered my tiny globes, I felt his reaction to my body against my thigh. Knowing all it took for him to become around was his hands on my boobs, all my self-doubt faded. I reached for him and gently stroked him. He’d been the one to teach me everything, so I knew exactly what he liked. Before Jonas, I’d never done anything more than kissing and light groping over clothing.
“If you keep stroking me like that, I’m going to come all over your stomach long before I have a chance to get you off. And you know that’s never allowed. Ladies first, sweetheart.”
Between his fingers, mouth, dick, or even a vibrator, Jonas had kept his promise about that since the first time. He always took care of me before I reciprocated or before he slipped inside me. I wanted to try something different this time. This wasn’t something I offered often. It wasn’t that I hated it. It just wasn’t a favorite. But I wanted to tonight. “Not my stomach, my mouth.”
His hands gripped my shorts, and he yanked them off me. “Thank goodness, no panties. Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he commanded while he pulled my tank top off me. “Do you still have the toy we used to leave in the nightstand?”
“And about three more. I just put new batteries in everything. I was sort of hoping we were getting close to needing them,” I shyly admitted. This also wasn’t the time to tell him I’d had to replace the one he was referring to about six months ago because I’d worn it out.
He reached into the nightstand, removed all three vibrators and the lube, and set them within reach on the bed. “Pick the one you want, then start by slowly teasing yourself.”
I held the lavender one out to him while I continued stroking him with my other hand. “Lube, please.”
Jonas always enjoyed watching while I pleasured myself, so I wasn’t surprised when he shifted slightly so he had a better view. “I’ve never been jealous of an inanimate object before, but watching the lavender cylinder slide in and out of you is driving me wild.”
I shifted slightly on the pillows, then reached my hand out for him. “I’m ready. How do you want to do this?”
“Turn onto your side slightly so when I’m kneeling next to you, I can slide into your mouth. I’m going to support myself on the headboard with one arm, leaving my other hand free to play with your tits. You’ll still be able to reach the vibrator, and I can watch everything.”
Once I was situated, I opened my mouth and took him in. My tongue circled the tip. Then he pushed further into me, a quarter- to half-inch at a time. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d done anything like this—a toy working my clit while sliding in and out of my vagina, while Jonas teased my nipples and filled my mouth with his dick. It was overstimulating in the best possible way.
His hips rocked back and forth while he carefully fucked my mouth. “This is so incredibly hot, Annie. I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.”
I’d learned years ago if I breathed steadily through my nose, I could take him in further. Each thrust gave him a little more. “Damn, sweetheart. What did I do to deserve you? You take me so well.”
At that, I sucked a little harder. Praise was definitely my thing. The more he told me how good I was doing and how my body was made for him, the closer I got to my climax. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You enjoy being my good girl, and like it when I remind you that you’re mine.” He softly stroked my cheek before whispering, “Only mine, don’t you?”
I nodded my response before sucking. He was close. He intertwined his fingers with my free hand and raised it to his lips before placing it against his heart. “I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to come down your throat after I remove the vibrator, then I’m feasting on your beautiful pussy before I let you come all over my face. It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted you, and you’re not giving a toy your first orgasm tonight.”
Right then, he took the vibrator from me, a second before I came. Then, I swallowed everything he had to give. His thumb swiped across my lips, cleaning me before gently kissing my lips, chin, and neck.
My hand cradled his cheek. “Holy shit, Jonas. That was incredible.”
He chuckled against my chest as he slid down my body. “Oh, sweetheart. We are just getting started.”
I was on edge, needing release. “What else are you going to do to me after you finally let me come?”
He licked up my center. “Everything. Remember those rare times when our schedules aligned, and we’d get a night or two in a hotel room on the road and never leave the bed?”
“I’m pretty sure the only thing I’ve seen in Cleveland is four different hotel rooms and the airport.”
“Those trips are nothing compared to what I have planned. I hope you and Meredith enjoyed your visit today because you’re going to be too exhausted to walk or talk for at least the next three days.”
Exhausted from too much sex sounded exactly like how I wanted to spend the next few days. Then he made good on his promise and devoured me until I came all over his beard. And because he’d vowed to never break a promise to me again, he kept his word and not only kept me exhausted for three days; he kept me in bed the entire time, too. I was certain he was trying to give me enough orgasms to make up for the past year.
My favorite part of those days in bed wasn’t the sex or trying new things. It was the quiet moments when he held me in his arms and told me everything he loved about our life together. I’d filled a journal with memories of us over the years. As we looked through that while we ate in bed, he added a story about his favorite thing from that same time in our lives. When we finally left our room, I felt closer to him than I had in ages. Maybe in all our thirty-five years.
Jonas was right. We didn’t need an entire summer to save our marriage. We just needed to commit to making each other a priority again and get on the same page about our future. While my exhausted husband napped, I opened my summer memories scrapbook and filled in the final pages.
I started this journal 35 years ago after Jonas and I went on our first date. I’ve documented each summer. It feels fitting that our last year with Seaside being our ‘summer home’ fills the final pages. After spending time reliving our favorite Seaside memories and planning our future, this is now ‘home.’ It will forever be the place where we are the strongest, and I can’t wait to see what the next 35 years bring us. But those memories will have to fill our new journal—the one we started the summer we saved our marriage.