My nose wrinkles, and I don’t know why I feel shy. “It’s been so long. I don’t know…”
“Roland wants you to practice. What did he say?”
“He said a couple of different things.”
“Pick one.” His voice is warm, and his blue eyes hold mine.
The lift of a song moves through me, and I close my eyes thinking of my favorite Gershwin tune. Closing my eyes, I slow my swaying as I hum the bridge of that old standard. It’s a wish about meeting the man I love… someday, maybe on a Tuesday…
Building a home…
Never roam…
The melody slips from my lips as easily as pulling on a silk dress. “And so all else above, I’m waiting for the man I love…”
When my eyes flutter open, Mark is watching me like he used to so long ago from the catwalk far above the stage floor. Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I want to laugh and cry and sing and dance all at once. The cutest little snore comes from my shoulder, and I look down to see Jilly fast asleep on my arm.
My heart warms with all the love in this room. “I’ll put her in her crib,” I whisper. “Meet me in the bedroom?”
His low voice sets my body humming in all the right places. “I thought you’d never ask.”
11
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can. –Frida Kahlo
Mark
Lara is on my lap riding, bucking her hips, and sending me to fucking heaven.
My cock is buried deep inside her, and I clutch her ass, lifting her and doing my best to hold out until she finishes.
The lines in her torso deepen as she moves. Her long, dark waves curl at the tips of her nipples, and I lean forward, capturing a tight peak between my lips and giving it a pull, a little bite.
“Oh!” she moans, and spasms break out around my dick.
“Fuck me,” I hiss, right on the edge of coming hard. “Come on, baby.”
Her hips move faster, and she leans forward, gripping the headboard behind me. Her beautiful breasts sway right at my lips, and I cover them with kisses.
She’s moaning, making those sexy little noises, and I slide my hand around to find her clit. The moment I touch it, her back arches, and she lets out the most beautiful cry. She comes hard and fast, and I let go, pulsing deep inside, riding that wave with her. God, it feels so good.
She falls forward onto my chest, and my arms go around her, holding her close. My eyes close, and we hold each other to the end, humming with afterglow, our bodies slick with sweat and perfectly spent. It’s the best workout ever.
Her body moves, and a happy sigh escapes on her exhale. It makes me smile, and as much as I hate it, I pull out and rotate us so she’s lying beside me in the bed. I want to see her face.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” I say, smoothing dark hair off her cheek. “I’m taking you tomorrow to pick out a ring.”
Her hand is at her mouth, and she bl
inks those ocean blue eyes up at me. “Husband,” she says softly, reaching out to touch my face.
Damn, I never thought a word could fill my heart with so much joy. I capture her hand and pull it to my mouth, kissing her palm.
“Love, cherish, protect.” She blinks rapidly, and a beautiful smile spreads across her lips.
“In sickness and health, good times and bad.”
“After this, it’s nothing but good times.” She slides forward, pressing her cheek to my chest. I wrap my arms around her.