I try to look contrite, but I fail miserably. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the corners of my lips from twitching up. He gives my head a shake and growls, “Little faker.”
Now I really smile, big and bright, because I know I’m just moments away from probably being fucked into a coma, but Zach surprises me when he loosens his hold around my waist and my body slides south. When my feet hit the carpet, his fingers tighten in my hair and he pushes down on my head.
My knees bend oh so willingly. How many times since we’ve known each other has he put me on my knees, and how many times have my panties soaked just knowing how much that turns him on?
His face is still thunderous, and perhaps I overestimated how much I pissed him off by denying him earlier, but I’m good for it. I’ll make it up to him.
Zach takes a step back as I descend all the way down until my knees press into soft, wool carpet, and he is pushing his boxers down with his free hand. His cock is so rigid. It’s standing straight up… dark and dusty with that thick vein that runs along the underside that my tongue has traced dozens of times over the years.
My husband and I… we are so in tune that words are hardly ever necessary when we are like this together. He merely stares down at me, takes his cock in hand, and leans in toward my mouth. I open automatically, look up at him with slightly apologetic eyes that are still filled with mischief, and take him in deep.
Zach groans… tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He lets me move on him for a few strokes, his fingers still tightly woven through my locks. I keep my eyes raised, watching the pleasure on his face… loving how much he loves what I can do to him.
I falter though when Zach’s eyes slowly open, and he moves his gaze down to me. His look is haunted, and he whispers, “Please don’t ever turn your back on me like that again.”
I pull my head back, letting his shaft slip from my mouth. “Zach… honey—”
He drops to his knees, hands coming to my face, and he leans in so our eyes are only inches apart. “I can handle a lot of things, Moira, but your antipathy isn’t one of them.”
My heart viciously squeezes, and I hastily assure him. “I won’t.”
“We always need to talk things out, okay?” he asks urgently.
“Right… okay.”
“And it’s okay to be mad at each other.”
“Sure it is.”
“But never turn your back on me,” he presses. “No matter how mad you are at me, please never close yourself off.”
I can’t help it… I throw my arms around him, bury my face in his neck, and make sure he understands how sorry I am. “I won’t, baby. I was really mad, and I knew you’d be able to roll right over me with your touches, and I’m glad you did. I always want your touch, no matter what.”
“Okay,” Zach says as he pulls me off him so he can look at me. His eyes are warm and relieved, and then turn a bit warmer. “Enough talking for now.”
“Meaning we have other things to do?” I guess with a sassy tilt to my head.
“I’m hard as a rock for you. We can talk more after we take care of that.”
“Want me to finish sucking you off?” I coyly ask him as my hand drops down and wraps around his erection.
Zach’s hand comes to rest against mine, his fingers curling around my own as I fist his cock. He forces me to stroke him up and down a few times, but then surprises me when he shakes his head and releases his grasp. He stands up and pulls me along with him. “No, I think tonight I want to fuck my wife all nice and slow. I believe we call it making love, right?”
“Oooh, a romantic,” I say as I bat my eyelashes at him.
He grins and sweeps me up in his arms. In three strides, he’s back to the bed where he’s lowering me to the mattress. His body covers mine, and he kisses me deeply… sweetly. When he pulls away, he rubs his nose along mine and whispers, “I’m really sorry about tonight.”
“Me too,” I whisper back.
Then my husband proceeds to make love to me… very nice and slow.
Chapter 4
Zach
It’s amazing that some really phenomenal sex last night reset everything, and that’s a testament to the insane chemistry that exists between Moira and me. An amazing chemical attraction that has me waking up naturally before the kids, my cock half hard, and my fingers immediately going between my wife’s legs.