Stitches

“Is that so?” he asks, blandly. “I disagree. I think you’re going to come over here like a good little wife and wrap those beautiful lips around my cock.”

“What could possibly make you think that?” I demand, lifting an eyebrow.

Now that I’ve adequately challenged my beloved husband, he finally tucks his phone away and crawls forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He drags my face back toward his lap and says simply, “Suck.”

I still feel a little spunky, but more than that, I’m turned on. I really want him in my mouth, so when he guides my head there, I open up and take him.

“Mm, good girl,” he says, rubbing my back.

I’m dizzy with pleasure already. I get swept up in him, in his strong hand gathering my hair in a fist, guiding my head, in every sexy sound that comes from this man I’m so deeply in love with. I get spikes of pleasure myself, knowing I’m giving it to him.

I’m so wrapped up in him that it takes me a second to realize those couldn’t possibly be his hands suddenly on my ass, or his fingers moving between my legs. I’m not wearing panties, so there’s nothing in the way. A long finger sinks inside me and relief pours through me.

So much that I pop off my husband’s dick and turn to look back, lighting up when I see his ruggedly handsome face.

“Griff. I’ve missed you.”

He smiles faintly and bends down to kiss me on the forehead. “I’ve missed you, too, believe me.”

Now I don’t have to miss anybody. Now I feel all the pieces fit together. Griff is home and Sebastian is pleased. I bend to take his cock into my mouth again, and Griff lifts my dress, positioning himself behind me. I hear a clink as he unbuckles his belt and drops his pants. He’s still wearing a suit from work, so he only undresses enough to draw his cock out and shove it inside me.

It’s perfect. Everything is perfect now that they’re both home.

They fuck me on my sofa and I feel so happy afterward, not just from the pair of orgasms they gave me, but because I have them both here with me. Since I’ll get to cuddle my husband in bed tonight, I curl up with Griff on the couch and tenderly run my hand across his muscular chest.

“How have you been?” I ask him.

“All right,” he answers, trailing a finger up and down my arm. “I’ve had some issues with Ashley, so I haven’t been able to come around.”

I nod against his chest. “Sebastian told me. I’m sorry she’s being a pain in the ass. I wish all this divorce crap was over with so you could stay with us again. I miss snuggling with you in bed.”

That makes him smile. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” I verify, leaning up and dropping a few tender kisses along his neck. “You belong here with us, not at that big, dumb house all by yourself. I got used to having you both; now that you’re not here, I’ve discovered I don’t like it at all.”

“I don’t either. Bedtime is much less interesting without you two there to keep me company.”

I beam up at him, then leave a flurry of kisses along his jawline. I think I’m happiest because he said “you two,” meaning both of us and not just me. “Maybe you could stay tonight,” I suggest. “You haven’t been staying, so one night wouldn’t be wrong, would it?”

Griff looks down at me with a small measure of regret, but I can tell he doesn’t want to deny me. Leaning forward just slightly, he looks over at Sebastian. “What do you think? It has been a while.”

With a casual shrug, Sebastian says, “Your call. If you’re going to stay, put your car in the garage.”

I take that as permission and run my hand along Griff’s thigh. “So, you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” he agrees.

“Good,” I say, before sighing contentedly and resting my head on his muscular chest.

Sebastian pulls his phone out again and gets back to business. I only know it’s business because now that his other partner is here, Sebastian starts talking about some idea he has for expansion, some retail space he wants to buy. I’m drowsy and Griff trails his fingers up and down my arm while they talk. Before I know it, I drift off.

I stir when I’m jostled and open my eyes to find Griff carrying me up the stairs to the bedroom. I smile faintly and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face into his shoulder. “You didn’t have to carry me.”

“I wanted to.”

“You’re so strong,” I murmur.

He chuckles and tells me to go back to sleep.