“Ty.” It came again, breathy and her fingers curled into his tee.
He pulled his hands out of her panties, sliding them down the backs of her thighs then, when he got to the backs of her knees, he yanked up. Hard.
And he did this while asking over her gasp, “New shoes?”
“Ty –”
He cut her off. “New shoes, baby?”
“What are you…?” He ground his hips into hers, she trailed off and whispered, “Yes. New shoes.”
He dropped his face close to hers and one hand went to the side of her neck, one hand slid up to trace the edge of the leg of her underwear as he spoke.
“Mama, I want you to have everything you wanna have. Everything,” he paused as his fingers made it between her legs, one slid in and pulled the gusset away and he watched her eyes heat as her lids dropped halfway and her lips parted. “But,” he went on softly, dipping his head so his mouth was a breath from hers, “you gotta slow up. We got attorney fees and, all this effort,” he slid his finger lightly through her wet, “could mean a baby soon.” He brushed his mouth against hers, feeling her breath had escalated and he whispered, “This dress is the shit, baby, and you look fuckin’ good in it. I know what you’re doin’, for me, my Dad comin’. But you don’t gotta be you all tricked out. You just gotta be you. He’s gonna like you. He already likes you. The thing you gotta get is the effort is his to make you like him. Not my mama goin’ all out to make him like her.”
“Oh… okay,” she whispered and Ty slid his finger deeper through the wet folds, her chin went up half an inch, her legs spread wider, her hips tipped up as she gasped and he grinned.
“Stick with me, baby, I’m not done,” he whispered back and he watched her try to focus on him and he beat back his grin growing to a smile as his finger dipped deeper and she bit her lip. “Our house is already a home ‘cause we live here. We got time, means you got time to build it, make it what you like.” He brushed his mouth against hers again and said softly, “Home is you, Lex, not a place. I lost a lot but right now,” he found her clit, pressed, rolled and listened to her whimper as he finished, “I got it all. You don’t have to break your neck or the bank to give me anything more. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, her hips tipping up further, her fingers releasing his tee to slide around to the back, pull it up and dive in. And he knew, the look on her face, the wet at his finger, she’d say “yeah” to just about anything.
Still, she’d said yes so one bird down, one to go.
His finger rolled and his mouth brushed hers again and he whispered, “What you want, wildcat?”
She lifted her head off the couch to get his mouth but he moved it away, her eyes opened slightly and she whispered back, “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”
“Already?” Ty asked, brushed her lips, she lifted her head to get more and he again pulled away. “Thought I’d finger fuck you first.”
Another whimper, her hips jerked, she liked that idea.
But she said, “We need to hurry and finger fucking doesn’t make babies, Ty.”
He pressed harder, rolled and her neck arched. “No, but it’s fun to watch.”
And it fucking was.
She righted her head and whispered, “Ty, we don’t have –”
He moved his finger, drove two inside and engaged his thumb.
Her mouth stayed open but only so she could moan low in her throat, her whole body arched and her nails dug in and raked up his back.
Yeah, fuck yeah, it was fun to watch.
And feel.
His fingers moved, going deep, his thumb relentless.
“Hurry, mama, I want in there when you’re done,” he told her, voice thick.
“Okay,” she breathed, moving her hips to ride his hand then, desperate, “Your mouth, honey.”
“You come in my mouth, I watch until you do.”
“Ty –”
“Hurry.”
Her neck arched and her hips went desperate too. “Ty.”
Fuck, his wife was beautiful. And that was the only reason he kept doing what he was doing because she was so fucking wet, he wanted his mouth down there.
But he couldn’t watch and he liked watching.
So he watched.
“Reach for it, mama.”
She did and he knew when the noises came fast and low, her nails stopped digging and her arms wrapped around to hold on just as her legs curved around his hips tight, heels digging in to use him for leverage to reach for it, get more out of his hand.
Then her neck arched, her back arched and he knew she was there so he growled, “Mouth.”
She dipped her chin, offered her mouth, he took it and kept working her with his hand while her noises drove down his throat straight to his aching cock. He was waiting until she was done so she could keep his hand before he took her with his cock. Finally, her body melted under him, her limbs loosened but stayed around him, he knew she was done and he was about to go for his fly when his phone rang.
Not wanting surprises, he’d given certain numbers their own tones.
And that tone said Pe?a.