Jeff’s eyes smoldered and he got the Jungle Cat About To Eat Me look on his face. That was my favorite look in the galaxy. “Good to know.” His voice was husky and I was, shocker alert, instantly ready to go.
Jeff kissed me—deep, strong, wild—and while his mouth was occupied, his hands got us out of our pajama bottoms in record time. He ended our kiss, but merely to strip the t-shirts off. Then he ravaged my mouth again while our hands roamed each other’s bodies.
Before kids, we could take hours with foreplay. Once Jamie arrived, we tended to hurry it up. Now, with Charlie and Lizzie added into the family, foreplay was a luxury. However, Jeff still managed to fit some in, because he was a sexual god of the highest order.
His mouth went to my neck, which was my main erogenous zone. While his lips, teeth, and tongue toyed with me up there, his hands toyed with the rest of me, one hand arousing my breasts while the other went lower and stroked me. He was in a sensual rhythm—each area being pleasured at the same time, and it wasn’t long before I went over the edge.
Due to having kids, I’d done my best to try not to sound like a cat in heat every time we did the deed, but it tended to take more effort than I could always muster. Tonight—or whatever time it actually was wherever we were—I didn’t really have the willpower in me, so I yowled.
Jeff didn’t stop, and neither did I, but was aware that we were both listening for signs of my having woken the kids. Either the rooms were well soundproofed—always something to be hoped for—or the kids were really out, because no one came in to ask what we were doing.
While we were listening, my hand found my favorite organ in the universe and I toyed with Jeff. Oh sure, I was still busy being sexually controlled by my husband, but I managed to participate beyond gasping and moaning, and also ensured that he was ready to go. He was. Fully.
“Mmmm, is my bad girl already ready?” Jeff purred against my neck.
“Al-ways.” Hey, yowling was easy when we were like this. Speaking coherently wasn’t.
Jeff chuckled, nipped my neck, gently squeezed both nipples in turn, and gave me one last starter stroke, and then he was inside me and the real fun began.
Fancy positions, while awesome, were also now something we saved for when we knew we couldn’t be disturbed. But there were always ways to make a standard position fun, and Jeff knew them all.
As he thrust inside and I slammed my hips in time with him, he moved up onto his hands, slipping his forearms behind my knees. I grabbed his impressive pecs while we thrust together in a fast rhythm. He’d had me more than ready and another orgasm arrived in record time.
I was gasping and moaning, but he wasn’t done. He slid first one leg and then the other up his arms so that my heels were resting on his shoulders. Then, one hand at my hips and the other toying between my legs, he went to town.
My lower body couldn’t move much in this position, which was fine because it felt fantastic—hard and deep and oh, so pleasurable. My upper body was able to writhe, which, based on Jeff’s growls, he appreciated. My hands couldn’t reach anything I wanted to grab, like his chest or, as I thought of them, his perfect pair of thrusters, so they grabbed the sheets instead.
We were like this for what could have been an hour or could have been minutes only. When Jeff had me in this state, time didn’t really work right, and I really didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was him—how he’d move, what he’d do, how he’d look at me.
The Jungle Cat look was on his face again as he ratcheted me right back up to the edge of climax. “Tell me what you want,” he growled.
Gasped but couldn’t get the answer out.
He smiled. “Tell me. Or . . . I’ll stop.”
“Want . . . you. Always . . . want you.”
His smile widened. “That’s what I like to hear, baby. Because I always want you to want me.” His thrusts got faster and stronger, his fingers played me like he was B.B. King and I was Lucille, and another orgasm hit, hard and strong.
Couldn’t yowl, all I could do was gasp. But Jeff didn’t stop. He flipped my legs down, wrapped his arms around me, and started going harder and faster. Wrapped my legs around his waist so my feet could help those thrusters along and slammed into him as hard and as fast as I could, while my hands clawed at his back.
He kissed me and this kiss was wild and almost animalistic, so I knew he was almost there. He ended our kiss, reared back, and growled. “What do you want?”
I was ready. “All of you, Jeff.” We slammed together, going faster and faster, and I could tell we were both at the edge. “Every last bit.”
He threw back his head and roared as he exploded inside me and my body responded in kind.
Jeff lay on top of me as our bodies throbbed together, both of us nuzzling the other, arms still around each other but caressing, not clutching, now. Finally, we both stilled, and he rolled off of me and onto his back, bringing me onto my side so I could drape over him and we could continue to stay in each other’s embrace.
Heaved a happy sigh. “That was one fantastic spaceship ride.”
Jeff chuckled. “I agree. So, Commander,” he said as he nuzzled my head and I stroked the hair on his chest, “should I take you around the galaxy next?”
“Oooh, make it so, Number One. Make it so.”
CHAPTER 53
GOT IN SEVERAL MORE excellent orgasms, then we got back into our nightclothes, wrapped around each other, and went back to sleep.
This sleep was dreamless, or if I dreamed, I didn’t remember anything. Woke up to a low dinging sound. “What’s that?”
Jeff hugged me and sat up. “I’m guessing it’s Mother’s way of waking us up.”
“Her way is a lot more pleasant than how they do it in Centaurion Division.”
Jeff laughed as he got out of bed. “Maybe this alarm system doesn’t make you get fully out of bed to turn off, too.”
“We can but hope.” Wasn’t all that tired, but I’d never been a leap out of bed ready to face the day person and saw no reason to start now.
The kids were up as well, so we did a fast shower rota and got dressed. Happily, the Elves had indeed taken the spaceship contract, so while Jeff had the standard Armani fatigues waiting for him, the kids and I got to be in jeans, t-shirts, comfy shoes, and jackets.
I was in a vintage Styx “Mr. Roboto” shirt with an Aerosmith hoodie, which was kind of a change. But, since I knew Algar had his reasons, didn’t argue, just rejoiced that my Converse had been allowed to make the trip with me. Lizzie had scored Metallica while Jamie was in a pink Roger Rabbit shirt and Charlie was wearing Winnie the Pooh featuring all the characters. Clearly, Algar had a theme for the family. Had no idea what it was, but knew he had one.