I wondered why the place was weird. Yes, tomorrow. God, that seemed a long time from now.
I felt better after reading his message and was sad that I had to delete it immediately. But my sense of well-being evaporated when it was time to go to bed… to bed with my husband.
I was reading a book: well, I was trying to concentrate but the words swam in front of my eyes. I switched off the light and turned on my side, hoping this would protect me. My breathing was shallow and I tried to slow it down to appear as if I were really resting. I felt the bed shift and I couldn’t help holding my breath. David leaned over and ran his hand over my hip.
“Not tonight, David,” I said, trying to speak naturally. “I’m tired: last night was very late.”
Especially for me.
“You’re not menstruating: what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
“Hmm.”
He didn’t say anything else but rolled back to his side of the bed. I breathed out slowly. Soon he was snoring, but it was much later when I was able to relax enough to sleep.
I was awake before the alarm: occasionally David liked to be jerked off before breakfast and I wanted to avoid that particular scenario.
I made sure his uniform was laid out, coffee was waiting, bacon and pancakes delivered with military precision on a hot, fucking plate.
But it wasn’t enough to earn as much as a ‘good morning’; he was making it very easy for me to leave him.
As soon as he was out of the house, I texted Sebastian.
* Meet you at the park – 30 minutes? *
He texted back seconds later.
* Not soon enough but I’ll be there *
My heart lightened immediately.
I ran into the bedroom and dug out the knee-length floaty skirt and strappy top that I’d planned to wear. I’d shoved my hair into a pony-tail before breakfast, but now I shook it out and brushed it vigorously. I’d noticed that Sebastian liked to run his hands through it when we made love.
I didn’t bother with colored lipstick, just a little gloss, as I wasn’t planning on wearing it for long. Just thinking about kissing Sebastian made my heart race… and other things. Yes, I definitely felt a little moist – best to concentrate on finding sandals that matched.
He was waiting for me. I’d barely stopped the car before he was opening the door and climbing in, a huge smile on his face.
“Hi!”
His eyes glowed with love and something darker. He took my breath away.
“Hi!” I grinned back at him. “So, where do you want to go?”
I pulled out into the road, happiness flooding through me.
“I don’t care. Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”
“Shall we go to our coffee shop in Little Italy?”
He raised his eyebrows. “That’s a bit public for what I had in mind.”
“Which is?” I said, innocently.
He smiled wickedly and without speaking leaned across to bury his head in my lap, biting me softly through the thin material of my skirt and running his hands along my bare legs and up to my panties.
“Sebastian! I’ll crash!” I whimpered.
He let his fingers stray a little further and I gasped. Then he sat up slowly, leaving my skirt bunched up around the tops of my thighs.
My breathing had accelerated and my hands were clenched into fists on the steering wheel.
“That was really stupid and reckless!” I said, my voice shaking. “I could have had an accident.”
“You were fine,” he said arrogantly.
I shook my head, really rather angry with him.
He just grinned.
Two could play at that game.
I stopped the car, letting it rest at a crazy angle, half-on and half-off the curb. I got out, standing with my hands on my hips.
“Caro?”
He looked at me anxiously then came and stood next to me, worried that he’d really upset me.
I passed him the keys.
“You drive.”
“Okay,” he said softly, still concerned.
Without speaking, we got back into the car and he pulled away from the curb. I let him drive a short distance before I reached over and squeezed his balls, hard.