by Lauren Wood
“Woah.”
She snickered behind me as she came in. “Yeah, this was an odd request, but it was romantic.”
“How is this romantic?”
“Whell, the buyer is her. She wants to give this to her husband. She is gone a lot and she wanted something to remember her by.”
After a moment, I had to say something. I wasn’t going to say it, but I couldn’t help myself. “So, you just made a whack-off poster for some rich guy, because the wife doesn’t want him watching porn?”
Her face fell. “I never thought about it like that.”
That got me laughing and earned me another cross look from her. “I guess it’s not so romantic after all, is it?”
Deirdre sighed and told me that she liked the way she thought about it more. I was a bit surprised that she hadn’t honestly thought about it. For such a naughty little minx, it was hard to imagine how she could be so naïve other times.
She ignored me for a time, only talking to me when she wanted to tell me to do something for her. I don’t know what was going on in her head. Deirdre wouldn’t meet my gaze and I wanted her to. I was sure that something was going to be hidden there and I would be able to see it. This tension between us was cuttable at this point it was so thick. Why couldn’t today, right now, be the moment when we decide to take this a step further?
Deirdre on the other hand, wasn’t going for it. She was all business and I think the sudden rush to cover it up and pack it away, came from my comment. It wasn’t something I should have said out loud, but it was nice to have no filter sometimes. My wife was keen to not directly audit most of her words, and I had started to do the same. It could get awkward in some company, but I was okay with that.
When the painting was packed up and I helped her get it to the door, she was a bit out of breath. It weighed more than it looked, and all the packing had just made it heavier. She was in sweat pants again and a tank top that she had shed down to. The more she moved around, the hotter she became. I just liked the view and the way she’d thrown her hair up in a knot on top of her head. It was sticking out in all directions, but it gave youth to her face.
“So now what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to go rinse off and change. Do you mind waiting around? I will make you something if you stick around for a bit.”
“Sure, you don’t need help?”
“No.”
The answer was so quick that I had to laugh. She certainly hadn’t given it any time at all.
“Okay then, I guess I will wait out here.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long at all.”
I watched her go and felt the throbbing below the belt. This was a thing that I was going to have to get used to. It certainly wasn’t something that I was ever going to be so happy about. Certainly, wasn’t too happy about it at the moment.
Every time I turned around, Deirdre had me in this position. As many times as it had happened, I still wasn’t numbed to it. I don’t think it was something that I was ever going to get used to.
While she was gone, I sat at her desk and read some more of her poetry. It kept my mind off of the fact that she was touching her wet and soapy body and I wasn’t allowed to. The more she told me no, the more I wanted her. It was perverse and sure to send me a little crazy before it was all said and done.
The shower turned off and I went into the kitchen, planning to start a pot of coffee, but not knowing where anything was. She came in not too long after that and told me that she was going to make some lunch. I wasn’t expecting much, but I at least enjoyed watching her move around the kitchen. It was clear that she was at home there and I was starting to see what I’d been missing having the cook there. This day was so informative. I wanted a way to convince Deirdre that this was real.
I was the type of person that went for what I wanted and knew exactly what it was that I wanted. In no uncertain terms, Deirdre was what I wanted, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen when this year was over. She talked about it like it wasn’t that far away, but it was.
Smelling her, seeing her, being around her all the time, every night, with no release from another, was daunting. Right now, I was watching her chop some vegetables and all I could see was her body moving and more importantly, the ripe breasts that I could see with or without her shirt on, jiggling as she moved. It was hypnotic and none of this helped to stave off the feelings of need that she wrought inside of me.
“Cheddar or Havarti?”
“What?”
Deirdre giggled the way that she did, and her nose scrunched up. “You aren’t even listening, are you?”
“I was.”
She just shook her head. “You’ll just get both.”
I had no idea what she was talking about and it didn’t matter. As long as it was edible, I was going to love every bite of it. I was already deciding then and there, that the cook was going to start getting some days off. I wanted to watch my wife in the kitchen every night and any morning that I could. I was spellbound by her and I was already thinking about how great she was going to look when she was in the kitchen, pregnant with our child. My mind never went to such domestic endeavors before now, but they overwhelmed me from time to time, when I least expected it.
Deirdre
The day was meant to be a break away from Danny, turned into something else altogether. We ended up watching a couple of movies after we had lunch and then it was dinner time. Danny wanted to go out, but instead we went and did a little shopping and we cooked together.
It made things even worse because the apartment’s kitchen wasn’t all that big, and we were bumping into each other left and right. That meant that I could feel the hard-on that he literally seemed to sport all the time. I wanted to ask him about that, if it bothered him and what not, but I didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to say such things, even if it was on the tip of my tongue.
All that it meant in the end was after the food was cook, neither one of us was hungry for it. I don’t know why, but there was something so different and natural when we were here together. My house felt different or maybe I was just different in familiar surroundings. Whatever the reasoning was, I wanted things to go differently.
After dinner, I asked him if he wanted to stay the night here.
“You want to stay here?”
“Yeah, why not?”
I was thinking of the size of the bed and how it would be to start out where we finished off every morning. We had done it once, but that was a while ago and there were other things that I wanted to think about. I had to think about.
“Um, okay. If you want to stay here, I have to too.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know that your place is way nicer, but I miss this old apartment.”
“No, of course, I want to be where you are.”
I smiled at him because sometimes he really did say the sweetest things and it was hard not to like him. I knew that there was going to be something that would come from this, but he didn’t know that. I’d already decided that if he was going to turn me down to stay the night, I was going to stay here by myself. If he stayed without too much prodding, well that seemed to be the perfect chance for a little reward. Good or bad, that system always seemed to work pretty well.
“Good. I am getting tired, are you?”
It was early, and I could tell that he wasn’t tired, but he seemed to get the hint and decided that all of a sudden, he was too. It was rather amazing.
Neither one of us said anything. I turned the lights down until there was only one tiny one in the corner that was illuminating in only the most basic way. It was a bit messy, so I didn’t want either one of us to trip on anything.
When he started to get in with his clothes on, I asked him about it.
“Well, I didn’t think that you would want me like this, as close as we are going to have to be. This bed is a lot smaller than ours at home is.”
I liked the way he said the other
bed was ours. He said random weird things like that all the time and I really thought it was the sweetest thing.
Instead of answering, for the moment I started to take my own clothes off. “After trying it out last time, I don’t want to sleep with clothes on. It’s much more comfortable without them.”
His eyes widened a little bit and I could tell that he wanted to curse me. I was more than positive that I was one of a few choice names in his mind right now. He thought I was going to toy with him some more, but it wasn’t my intention at all. I had something else that I wanted to try out. I was sure that it was going to be all that I needed and more.
When I got underneath the covers, I was still waiting for Danny to get naked. I shivered a little bit when he took his shirt off and trembled when his pants came off. Everything in me wanted to look away. I knew what came next and I always had before, even though I’d seen it up close and personal several times.
“What are you doing Deirdre?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re looking at me like that, naked, in this tiny ass bed. What are you doing to me? I’m seriously not sure if I can keep doing this. It’s hard enough in our bed at home, but this is…”
He just stopped talking when I pulled the sheet back and patted the bed next to me. I know that quite a lot of my torso was bared, as well as most of one thigh and a glimmer of what lie between.
“Come here and get in bed. We have to sleep together, so this is mandatory. Do you want me to get dressed?”
Danny may have been fussing about his blue balls, but he still moved forward and assured me that he would be able to manage without me getting dressed.
“Good, because it really is more comfortable this way. You were right about that.”
“Well as long as I was right.”
Danny didn't say anything, and I knew it was because he had something else on his mind. It was it hard to see what it was. He was thinking about exactly what I wanted him to think about. There was no real need to pretend that this was more or less than what it was.
When he sat down next to me in the bed, I was immediately surprised how little room we had left. We have never stayed in a bed together, besides the one at the hotel right after we got married and his bed that was huge.
It was strange to be so close to him and I could feel the edge of the bed with my thigh, so there was nowhere else I could go. Danny was a big guy and he took up for more than half of it. It had always been good enough for just me, but I was rethinking that now.
The only way that we were really going to fit all that well, was too lay on our sides or for me to lay on his chest. While I liked the idea of laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat I knew that it was most likely a bad idea. It was the last thing that I needed to be doing.
When he suggested that we lay on our sides, I went along with it because there was no better alternative. I had woken up this way many times and it was very comfortable to have his arms wrapped around me. I always feel safe when I was being held by Danny and I wanted to feel that way now. I wanted to remind myself that this was Danny and it was going to be just fine. It was going to complicate things, I was sure of it, but maybe it was time for something a little problematic.
As I backed up against him, I could tell that nothing had changed. He was just as hot and ready for me now, as he had been before. That made me smile because it would lead into what was going to happen next. Neither one of us had any clothes on, so all I had to do from the beginning was move backwards. I liked the sounds he made when I pushed myself against him and then opened my legs a little bit so that his member could slide between them. It was like before, but this time it was going to be different. This time I was going to make sure that my hips were at the right angle.
I let it go a couple more times and then I heard this growl low in Danny’s throat.
“Fuck, you’re killing me Deirdre.”
Danny
My world was coming apart at the seams and all I can do was sit here and watch it happen. I knew that there was a part of me that wanted to just take it. Fuck, it would have been so easy, and she was just waving it around. She’d done this before, in the shower and while I had completed, it certainly wasn’t the way I wanted it to be. It was always short of what I actually wanted, and I don’t know if I am going to be able to continue this road of madness.
Then she laughed and something inside of me snapped. I pulled away from her and went onto my back. I couldn’t keep this up. Thoughts were running through my head that I wasn’t so comfortable with and it was hard for me to stop them. At some point, I wasn’t going to be able to. A man could only be pushed so far.
She went to her stomach and looked up at me.
“Why did you move?”
“Cause you’re killing me and laughing about it.”
“Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?”
I’d heard that of course, but I’m sure that blue balls wasn’t in that scenario. It didn’t feel like it should be anyways.
“Uh huh.”
“Look at me. I don’t want you mad.”
I didn’t want to look at her right now. I wanted to slam inside of her and make her scream until she was hoarse. It was all I could think about. It was starting to consume me and there was no way that we were going to be able to sleep here, like this. I was coming out of my skin and I bolted up.
She sat up and I was sidetracked momentarily by the sway of her breasts.
“Lay back down Danny.”
I did as she suggested because she was pressed up against me and her hand was insistent. When her leg went over me, and she kissed me, I started to hope that now was the time. I wanted this wait to be over and before I had long to think about it, she was sinking down on top of me and I bit my lower lip as she pulled away to settle back fully. Now I was as deep as it was possible to go and all I could do was tremble in response.
Her insides were hot and wet and squeezing the very life out of me from the jump. She felt as untouched as she had the first time we were together.
“Fuck.”
She giggled again, but this time I was not offended by it in any way. I liked the way it sounded and before I could stop myself, I held down her hips and ground up into her.
Deirdre cried out and her eyes closed. The speed that we’d held for several moments was now broken and then I was slamming up into her as hard and fast as I’d been dying to since the moment I’d married her. It was just as good as I knew it would be.
Her whimpers were getting louder by the second and three times she had spasmed above me. No longer did she had any control and before I could really be done with her, I wanted to fuck her properly. I had full reach, but I wanted more than that. I wanted to feel every part of her and be able to go as hard as I wanted to. I was limited in this position and I wanted to change that.
I flipped her onto her back and put her back underneath me, where she belonged. When I thought of her, it was like this, submitting to me. Deirdre’s eyes were closed, but I got to watch every nuance of her face as she came again and again.
So much time had passed since I’d done this with her or anyone and I was fighting the urge to end it. I wanted to hold on a little longer. Every time she was about to come, I told myself that it would be the last one, but then I would try to procure another one. It was all more than I was willing to give up. I loved the sound of her coming and the feel of her insides clenching in around me. It was addictive and only when she was pressing back against me, did I realize that I wasn’t going to be able to keep going. She wasn’t going to let it happen.
“No more Danny, fuck, no more.”
It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but it allowed me to let go of the tidal wave that was coming to her. It had built up so much that when I was finally able to release it, the hot, stickiness poured out of me far quicker than it should have been possible.
I stayed on top of her for several moments. The truth was that I
didn’t want to get up. She felt so damn good and I started to get hard again inside of her. When I began to move again, Deirdre was more forceful. “This bed isn’t that big, but you don’t have to lay on top of me.”
Pulling out, I already wanted back into the heat I’d left. She was soaking wet and now it was oozing out of her. Though I thought it was impossible, she felt even better than she had the first time. Maybe it was lack of sex for so long, I’m not sure, but it was certainly something. Whatever it was, I wanted more. Now.
Deirdre went to sleep not too long after that. I was ready for more, but she wasn’t. I was going to have to take it slow. I don’t know what had changed her mind or what had come over her, but I was pretty sure that it wasn’t anything I had done. I had not even showed her some of the surprises I had. It was all her choice and because I didn’t understand it, it bothered me. I wanted to replicate the results, but that was going to be impossible to do if I didn’t know why she had changed her mind. I was more confused than ever, but I knew that I was going to have to do something.
Getting up out of the bed, I walked through her apartment, out to the balcony so that I could get some fresh air. I needed a cigar and I lit it after a moment. I carried one with me, but it had been a long while since I’d felt like lighting it.
The smoke wasn’t as pleasant as I remembered and there was the heat coming from the end that was in my mouth. It wasn’t as satisfying as it had been before. Nothing was near as satisfying as it was to be with Deirdre. I wanted to be with her in the bed right now, snuggled up to her soft and warm body. But then that wouldn’t be enough. I wanted more, and I wanted her right now.
The fact that I couldn’t have her was hard. I’d waited so long, and I wondered if she would have changed her mind again when she wakes up. I didn’t like to think about it and I pulled the thought from my head as I threw the almost full cigar off the balcony. It didn’t have the same effect as it had before. Nothing had had the same effect in my life since I’d met Deirdre. She made even the brightest spots fade. Nothing could compare to her and trying was just an exercise in disappointment.
