Our Way

He chuckles as he holds me in his arms. “For God’s sake, show me.”

I lead him out and hold my hands up toward the monumental rug of my life. “Tada.” I smile.

“Ah.” He nods as he looks at it, hands on hips. “Looks good.”

“I know.” I beam. “Isn’t it amazing? I think the green arm chair is now a definite yes, and we’ll get the ottoman, too, and put it over here by the window for you to read in. What do you think?”

He smiles as his eyes linger on me.

“What?” I shrug, slightly embarrassed by my over the top excitement.

“Nothing,” he takes me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. “I missed you today.”

I smile up at him as I run my fingers through his dark stubble. “I’m so happy, Nathe.”

“I know, baby. Me, too.” He kisses me again and we stand in each other’s arms for an extended time, holding each other, unable to part. The days are long without him. “I can’t wait to get this rug dirty tonight,” he mutters against my hair.

My eyes widen in horror and I pull out of his arms. “We are not having sex on this rug… . like ever.”

His eyes dance with delight, and he unzips his trousers as if I just issued him with the ultimate dare.

“Nathan, no,” I warn as I step back from him. “Getting semen on this rug is a huge trigger for me.”

“Not getting semen on this rug is a trigger for me.” He pulls his dick out and crash-tackles me onto the couch. I laugh out loud and try to escape his clutches.

Life is good. Really good.

* * *

“The car will be here in ten, babe!” Nathan calls from the kitchen. I hear the pop of a champagne cork.

“Okay, nearly ready!” I call back as I put my earrings on. It’s Saturday night, and Nathan and I have a charity ball to attend. We seem to go to so many lately.

They are fun, but I would really rather stay home tonight. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a white, fitted, strapless dress. My long, dark hair is down and bouncy, and I have a fancy rhinestone clip pushing it back on one side. I fluff it up at the bottom. I wish I could do my hair this good. I spent the afternoon in the salon. I’m wearing silver stilettos and holding a matching clutch. Underneath, I have on Nathan’s corset and suspender belt that he bought me. It will be a nice surprise for him later.

An idea comes to mind and I smile. I should give him a little taste now. Actually, yes. I’ve got ten minutes.

I quickly wriggle out of my dress and have a quick look in the mirror to look at the white corset and matching panties with a suspender belt, and the thigh-high, sheer white stockings. I pick up my clutch and smile broadly as I walk out into the kitchen in the sex kitten get up. “Ready,” I reply casually.

He holds his champagne glass mid-air and blinks. ?

??Yes, you are.” He purrs as he puts his drink down so fast that it sloshes over the sides. “Ready to be fucked.” His hands go to my behind, and he bends his knees to put his dick right between my legs as he sucks on my neck. “Hmm, for once I got the shopping right,” he whispers against my skin as he sits me up onto the kitchen counter and pulls my panties to the side. “This is going to get you into trouble.”

I smile as I watch him drop between my legs as he spreads them wide. He closes his eyes as his thick tongue sweeps through my sex. I inhale deeply as I watch on. God. What a visual.

Nathan on his knees in a black dinner suit, licking me up like I’m his last supper.

His dark eyes hold mine, and he turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. He slides three thick fingers deep into my sex, and my back arches. He begins to move them quick and rough over my g-spot as his lips take mine.

He works me hard, and I moan in pleasure.

The man has the ability to make me come in approximately sixty seconds.

“Wait,” I moan against his lips. “When we get home, baby,” I breathe against his lips. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“And good men come in your mouth.” He bites my bottom lip and stretches it out, his dark eyes hold mine and the air crackles between us. He has that look in his eyes and I know I’m going to get it hard tonight. Excitement flutters in my stomach. I love that look.

The door buzzer sounds, and he licks his lips as he looks at me. “Saved by the bell.” He bends and licks me once more, as if unable to help it, and then he pulls my panties back and lifts me off the counter.