A faint sound pierces through the fog in my skull. “Sleepyhead, you missed the girls.” The familiar voice floats in my head, it takes soft lips pressing to mine in a chaste kiss for my brain to jumpstart into action. My eyes flutter open to brown ones, El smiles and my thoughts fade. I want this daily. “Good morning.”
“Morning, baby.” My palms automatically find her breasts, she releases a soft moan when I touch them. Prying my hands off her, she pouts. I sit up, my movements are a bit slow but the smile never leaves her lips. I yawn. “What’s the time?” She tells me and the rest of the sleep vanishes. Shit. “What of the girls?”
“Gone.”
“Gone?” She nods. Shame courses through me, my fist connects with my temple until she snatches my hand. Her disapproving pout does nothing to make me feel less of an idiot. “I’m such a terrible father.”
Creating space for herself on the bed, she sits cross-legged in front of me. “Don’t say that again. Do you hear me?” An intensity flashes in her eyes, I mumble a response and she continues, “They understood you were tired and we didn’t want to wake you up. Besides, I am to blame for keeping you up that late.”
“Shh. I wanted to be kept up late,” I counter, she chuckles and my worries evaporate. Bringing her hand to my mouth, I kiss her knuckles, drag her up so she sits with one leg on each side of me. I cup her butt, knead them and she lets out a half-sigh that encourages me to slip my hand inside to touch the real deal. Her firm ass feels soft against my fingers, I pinch a cheek and she giggles. “How was your night?”
“Good,” she says. Her eyes glaze, I hope she’s thinking about last night. “Satisfying. How was yours?”
My hands slide behind her head, I whisper against her mouth. “Awesome, thanks to you.”
I slip my tongue into her sexy mouth and she willingly opens. She flicks hers over mine and we engage in a brief tongue tango, sucking, tasting. Her arms slide around my neck, I deepen the kiss and she lets out a sexy sound that summons a growl from my throat. She kisses me back with a wild desperation I return, I forget where we are, what we are, except her lips. How they feel against mine. El tastes like strawberry with a hint of maple syrup, the girls must have put her on kitchen duties this morning. Exploring every inch of her mouth, my teeth run across her lower lip and she gyrates so slowly, I almost come undone.
Foreheads touching, my thumb traces her mouth. Mine still tingles from our kiss. Mischief dances in her eyes, I bop her nose with mine and she purrs. I am aware this moment will end soon, our one night deal is over. El must have read my thoughts, she pushes herself away from me. I swallow my protests when she moves to the nightstand. On it is a tray with a bottle of orange juice, an empty cup, scrambled egg and toast with bars of chocolate, my favourite. I smile at her, she winks. I have missed being pampered.
She lowers the tray to the bed. “You need to eat so you can take your meds.”
As long as she’s the one feeding me, I’m fine doing whatever she commands. I open my mouth, laughter spills from her delicious lips and she presses the back of her hand to her forehead. Her beautiful skin glows, a certain happiness that wasn’t present earlier lights up her eyes. She radiates joy, I am sure I do too. Last night was my best night in five years and I will give anything for a repeat of it, a permanency.
“Feed yourself,” she says. I whine. “Big baby.”
I will take that with a big smile and another kiss. She indulges me by feeding me in bits until I empty the plate, my complaint to save some for herself goes into one ear and out the other. I down the juice, pop the pills with water to appease her. Lethargy rears its ugly head, she tucks me into bed and pecks my forehead. I pat the space beside me, I’ll sleep better if she is around me but she shakes her head slowly.
My heart skips, I sit upright. Her face tells it all but I refuse to believe it. “You’re leaving.” El runs her palm over her arm and looks away. Her hair has been pulled away from her face so she has nothing to play with. Still in the clothes from yesterday, though rumpled, she looks good as always. I drag her closer to me, press my cheek to her stomach the way I used to do when the twins were still inside. I can’t let her go, I want this to last, we can try to fix us. Locking my arms around her waist, I whisper, “Don’t go. Stay.”
“Brandon.” Her hands descend to my back, she squeezes my shoulders. Her fingers finally come to rest in my scalp, I shake my head without meeting her gaze. I don’t want to hear it. “Brandon, we cannot–”
“Yes, we can.” She has to give us another try. “We can, Elna. Stay. You said I needed rest.” My eyes fleet to her face, indecision creates a line on her forehead, she whines. “I need someone to take care of me.”
“Lydia is around.”
But Lydia is not her, she’s not my woman. I want my woman. Taking her hand, I trace the lines on her palm. “I don’t want Lydia, I want you,” I whisper. My fingers continue moving, I look up. “I want you, El.”
Her answer comes a second later, she mumbles, “But I need to get to work.”
Maybe but I don’t want her to leave, anything can happen if she does. “You’re the boss. Reschedule, call your PA.” She can do that the same way she asked Dina to cancel my appointments. “I need you, Elna.”
Seconds roll by, my heart beats in my ears and my chest tightens in anticipation. She has to stay. A smile breaks out on my lips when her shoulders deflate, she stares at the ceiling. “Just until you feel better.”
For her sake, I nod. “Just until I feel better.”
I locate the fly on the side of her trouser, she slaps my hand but it goes right back. “Stop it.” I don’t want to. I love seeing her naked, I want us to be naked together, cuddle and maybe fuck. “Brandon, stop it.”
“No.” I drag her on top of me, slam my lips on hers before she can protest. “I’ve missed this,” I whisper against her lips, pull her lip between my teeth and suck on the flesh. “I miss you, baby. I need you back.”
Giving her no chance to protest, I flip our position and pull the trouser down her legs. A brow lifts when I notice the absence of her panties, she shrugs and I chuckle. She has changed, her shyness is almost gone and I am not sure how I feel about that. One thing remains constant, her wetness, I make her dripping wet. I spread her legs and place wet kisses on her inner thighs, noting the change in her breathing as my mouth nears the delicate skin between her legs. I want to take care of her. I want to love every bit of her body. My tongue presses to her labia, I curl a finger inside her, moving both parts of me simultaneously.
El hisses. Her fingers dig into my scalp and she yanks my hair, urging me to continue the good work. My fingers locate her sensitive spot, I bite her clit and comfort her with my tongue. Finger, tongue, I work both of them inside her core to a point of delirium, never neglecting her asshole. She can handle the teasing around her ass. Her moan is like music to my ears, my dick begs for attention but I ignore it.
This morning is for her alone, she deserves it. Her essence trickles down her legs, I slurp on her nectar. Swirling and teasing with my finger, flicking and taunting with my tongue to give her utmost pleasure.
The rewarding whines, assault to my scalp boosts my desire to push her over the edge, as much as I can, I try to fondle her breasts. Every little sound from her causes my cock to throb painfully in its confine, I can do with a blow job, anything but her needs is all that matters. Her legs jerk, she writhes on the bed, crying out my name in a holy chant. I pull back to stare at her face, I want to see her when she orgasms.
Her eyes glaze, I insert another finger to make up for the loss of my tongue. She freezes but I don’t stop. I want her helpless. Her vaginal muscles contract against my fingers, her teeth sink into her lip. I shove another finger inside her, pinch her clit while playing with her G-spot. El gasps, her body lifts off the bed. She collapses back with a soft thud and squirts all over my face. I roll over as another round of squirting begins, a satisfied gleam in my eyes as my lips hover above hers. I peck her mouth and she moans.
Chest puffing with pride, I watch her slowly come off the high I induced. She opens her eyes, I clean the wetness coating my forehead. “Did I do that?” I nod with a grin. She marked me. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Annoyance takes over me, my smile vanishes. “Why?” She bites her lips, motions to the evidence on my face and chest. I unbutton her shirt to worship her boobs. “Don’t be sorry, El, never apologise for that.”
“Okay.” She wipes my face dry, my heart stills when her hand slips inside my briefs to greet my dick. We have missed her but we will manage, I am all about her needs, not mine. At least for today. “I want you.”
I want her more. Resting my weight on my elbows, I allow her rid me of my briefs and my dick slaps my stomach to announce its freedom. We are ready. I cup her cheek to stare into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“One million percent. I want you, Brandon.” She pushes my hair out of my face. “Make love to me.”
Pushing a pillow under her waist to prove her point, she purrs. The tip of my cock nears her entrance, at my hesitation, El pushes her hips forward and swallows my length in one stroke. I curse at the tightness that grips me, the warmth that welcomes me into its cocoon. Desire explodes inside me, my eyes clench shut as she starts moving expertly, taking over in my silence. I breathe slowly, overwhelmed by intense pleasure, a need to be loved. We fucked yesterday but this is different, like a communion, our first time.
“Eyes on me, baby,” she whispers. “Brandon, look at me.”
And I comply. El takes control and I let her. She guides me, silently instructing me on the pace to match. I meet each thrust, litter sloppy kisses all over her face and neck. Our moans punctuate the silence, sweat trickles down our bodies. Bliss wracks my frame, my senses focus on only her, my wife, the woman I love.
“Baby… I’m close,” she breathes out right as an earth shattering orgasm rips me apart. I collapse to the bed without withdrawing, she climbs on top of me, making sure our lower bodies are still entwined and my chest vibrates with satisfaction. Just like old times. My woman smiles sleepily at me, I manage a weak chuckle and slide an arm around her waist, too fulfilled to do anything else. I am happy staying like this forever. Halfway into dreamland, I hear a faint whisper, the voice says, “I lied. I miss us all the time.”