“Hey, you,” I said as I leaned up against the doorframe of the bedroom. I wanted to take a picture of him as he was sprawled out on the bed in my most favorite of Porter pastimes: lying in bed, in his pajamas, reading. Nothing sexier than a relaxed Porter reading a book. Well, there were a few sexier sides of Porter.
“Hey, Babe. How was the rest of your day?” He asked as he laid the book down on his chest, pages opened up against him, saving his place.
“It was good. I had lunch with Kalli and then just worked on the merchandise at the store for a little while. By the way,” I said as I walked to the dresser in the corner of the room, unbuttoning my jeans as I walked. “I’ll probably be a little late tomorrow evening. I am going to Portland to do some dress shopping.” I watched his eyes follow my movements as I pushed the pants down my legs, taking care to bend at the waist, carefully aiming my bottom at him, knowing he’d enjoy it.
“I was planning on working in Lincoln City tomorrow, so maybe I’ll stay a little later and have dinner with my mom.”
I smiled at him. Not only did I love his mother, Tilly, but the idea that he thought of her and went out of his way to spend time with her made my heart melt a little. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. I watched as he swallowed hard, his eyes raking me over as I stood at the foot of our bed in just my bra and panties. He picked his book up and closed it, laying it on his bedside table.
“Good book?” I asked him innocently.
“Huh?” He asked, confused.
“The book you just put down, is it a good book?”
He looked over at the nightstand and then back to me. “I don’t want to talk about books right now,” he said, his voice becoming low and sexy. He crawled forward on the bed towards me, making me giggle. When he reached the edge of the bed, he sat up on his knees and I reached forward, pulling his tee shirt up. He had to help me by pulling it over his head, but that gave me the opportunity to place my hands on his fantastic body.
“I should have held out for a sexier husband,” I said, trying to keep a straight face as I splayed my hands over his pectoral muscles, sliding them up and over his glorious shoulders and biceps.
“Oh, you’ve got jokes, Mrs. Masters?” Hearing him use my married name did more for me sexually than I thought he could ever comprehend. I loved that our name bound us together, that he gave me something so sacred to him—the name his father gave him. I took his name willingly and thankfully. I loved being Mrs. Masters. “Jokes on you, I think. I got the better end of this deal,” he said as he grabbed my ass. He pulled my body into his as he peered into my eyes, our foreheads gently meeting. I felt his erection pressing into my belly, his obvious need for me making my own insides burn intensely.
“Do you ever think we’ll tire of each other? I can’t imagine keeping up with this level of sexual appetite forever,” I said as his mouth came down to nibble on my collar bone. I felt his tongue flash over my skin and the goose bumps raised all over my body.
“I’ll never get tired of being with you, Ella. But eventually, at some point,” he said placing more kisses up my neck, “there will come a time when we’ll have to remember our passion, and bring it back to life.” I knew he was right. All marriages went through troubles and dry spells. I wasn’t living in a fantasy and I was well aware that marriages took work.
“Promise you’ll remind me?” I whispered. His face appeared in front of mine and his eyes looked lovingly at me.
“I’ve done a pretty good job so far, haven’t I?” He said with a grin.
“Yes, my love, you have.”
I saw Kalli’s expression in the mirror reflecting back at me and I tried hard to stifle a giggle. Megan couldn’t see her face because she was focused on the embellishments along the hem of the dress Kalli was currently wearing, but I could see and it was hard not to laugh.
“What do we think, girls?” The very eager, yet nice, saleswoman gave me an expectant look.
“Uh, it’s . . .” I stammered.
“It’s not bad,” Megan offered.
“What about all this stuff?” Kalli motioned to the bottom of the dress.
“The rhinestone detailing?” The saleswoman clarified.
“Yeah. Does it, maybe, look a little cheap?” Kalli wrinkled her nose, but said the words softly as if not to offend anyone.
“You think it looks cheap?” Megan whispered. If there was anyone in the room to trust about this, it was Kalli. She was a big-time Hollywood costume designer. Kalli opened her eyes wider at Megan pleading silently not to make her utter the words. Megan’s head whipped around to me. “What do you think, Ella?”