by Mari Carr
His lips descended and he paid homage to every needy part of her. His lips sucked on her clit, his teeth nipped at her mons, his tongue traveled from her bottom to her opening, thrusting inside as she thrashed and moaned against the seat. For several minutes, he gave her all the things he’d regretted forgetting the first time. When he added his fingers to the mix, slipping two inside her, she closed her eyes, shuddering as her orgasm came.
“Troy.” His name fell from her lips on a gasp as he climbed over her. She wrapped her legs around his jeans-clad erection, her body thrusting against him, seeking more. He kissed her and she tasted her juices on his lips, the sexiness of that sensation driving her needs even higher. “Please make love to me. Please.”
She heard the rasp of his zipper, felt the head of his cock as it prodded her sensitive flesh. “Hold on to me,” he whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and recalled him saying the same words to her all those years ago.
Hold on to me.
She’d held him that night and she’d never let go.
His cock pushed in slowly, gently and she knew he wasn’t finished making amends for the past. When he was seated to the hilt, he stopped. Raising his head, he captured her gaze. “Okay?”
She smiled, a tear escaping despite her best efforts to hold it back. “It’s perfect, Troy.”
He kissed her cheek, rubbing his nose along the damp skin where the tear had fallen and the serious young man disappeared. She knew this time he was gone for good. Her self-assured, sexy husband returned and grinned. “What do you say we try to beat our previous time?”
She giggled. Sex with Troy was always fun. She clenched her pussy muscles tightly, loving the groan her sexual teasing brought from his lips. “Think you’re up to it, old man?”
He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside, then he pushed back in—hard, deep, fast. She gasped. “Was that a challenge?”
She tightened her legs around his waist, changed her position slightly to capture him even deeper. He gritted his teeth when she ran her fingernails along his back, through his T-shirt. “Game on.”
Rather than laugh, Troy took her dare to heart, coming into her body with finesse and skill. He drove her to two more climaxes before she felt his body tighten. He called out her name loudly as he spilled his come into her body, kissing her as if his life depended on it.
“Love you,” he muttered as they both gasped for breath.
A niggling worry tugged at her heart. “Troy, I’ve never thought of our first time together as anything less than amazing. We really didn’t need the do over.”
He studied her face for a second and then a wide grin broke free. “Hell, Faith. Every time with you is like the first time.”
“Magic?”
“Magic.”
For several moments, they remained locked together. The windows of the truck had fogged up so completely, Faith felt like they were drifting alone on a cloud. After several minutes, Troy pushed himself up, reclaiming his seat behind the steering wheel.
One glance proved that while he’d managed to strip every piece of clothing off her body, he’d done no more than unzip his jeans. He reached down to pull her up, and then went to work finding all her clothing as she dressed.
Once she’d put herself back to rights, Troy pushed the lever and moved the truck seat forward once again. “You know, I seem to recall someone trying to talk me out of buying the truck with the extra large cab, saying something about it being too big and a waste of money.”
Faith laughed. “Troy. I was wrong. Very, very wrong.”
He cranked up the defroster with a shit-eating grin. “Music to my ears.”
As Faith glanced at the car’s clock, she was shocked to discover it was only nine-thirty. It seemed like she and Troy had lived a lifetime in the past few hours. She laughed to herself when she realized they actually had. They rode without speaking for several minutes, letting the radio fill the silence.
As they drove back into town, Faith looked at Troy. “What’s next?”
“Well, the little detour down Watkins’ Lane sort of threw a wringer into my plans, but it’s nothing we can’t work with.” He pulled up in front of Grace United Methodist Church.
“Was tonight a little bit too much for you? Feeling the need to pray for forgiveness of your sins?” she joked.
“Sex with you is never a sin. More like a gift straight from God. You don’t really need me to tell you why we’re here, do you?”
She shook her head. “We got married here. I’d never forget that.”
“Yeah, well. There was a church social going on until about nine o’clock. Pastor Gregory said we were welcome to come to it and maybe walk around the sanctuary, relive the wedding day part.”
Faith tried to work up a bit of guilt about messing with his plans, but she couldn’t seem to produce the feeling. “Oops. Sorry.”
He laughed. “No, you’re not.”
“Looks like the social’s over.”
Troy glanced at the dark church. “Yep. Locked up for the night. Guess that means we’ll just have to skip this part and move to the next item on the list.”
“Which is?”
He pulled the truck back on to the road, gesturing to the photo album still lying on the dashboard. “Why don’t you turn the page and find out?”
Faith opened the photo album and laughed at the picture on the next page. It was a photograph she’d taken of Troy the night of their wedding. He’d taken off his shirt, but pulled the suspenders on his tuxedo pants back up to be silly. He was flexing his muscles for the camera. Reflected in the mirror behind him was the image of her, still in her wedding dress, taking the picture and laughing.
She glanced up as he pulled into the parking lot of the only hotel in Carlysle.
He looked over at her and smiled. “Honeymoon. Read the letter and then you have a promise to keep.”
“Promise?”
“Something about me getting lucky.”
She laughed. “I thought you already did.”
“That was just the appetizer.” Troy tugged on her ponytail playfully. “Now I’m going in for the main course and dessert.”
Faith smiled, and then looked down to read her next letter.
Faith,
When I look back at this picture, I’m amazed to recall how young we were when we got married. Back then, it didn’t seem strange to get married at twenty and yet, I can’t believe our folks didn’t go through the roof when we suggested it. Instead, your mother made you that pretty white dress and my mom baked a cake for the reception, while our family and friends gathered around us to wish us well. Jackson turned twenty-one last month and I know without a shadow of a doubt if the boy said he wanted to get married, I’d tell him he’s too young.
We were young, Faith, but when I think about it, I realize my feelings for you now haven’t changed through the years. Our love ran hotter than a furnace when we first got married and I can remember rushing through the days at work, just so I could run home to you.
I became a man in your arms, physically and emotionally. When I left my parents’ home, I was an idealistic boy with more plans than brains, more grand schemes than money. We grew up together—you and I—struggling to pay the rent, to keep food on the table, to adjust to living away from home.
That first year was tough. I was working two shitty jobs—both for minimum wage, while you spent your days stuck in our tiny apartment, taking care of other people’s kids. We ate a lot of macaroni and cheese! Then my mother got cancer and passed away. The night she died, you stayed up with me all night, talking to me, holding me. You were the glue that held me together, kept me moving forward. My parents raised me with their values, but you’re the one who taught me what those values meant. You showed me how to walk the walk and how to live inside my own skin. You never stopped believing in me, in our future, in our dreams.
I flexed my muscles for you the night of our honeymoon, tried
to impress you with my brawn, but the truth is you’re my strength. Without you, I’d be nothing.
Troy
Chapter Four
Faith stood in the doorway and looked around the hotel room. She couldn’t believe Troy had managed to get the exact same room they’d stayed in twenty-five years ago. “Looks like they’ve done some renovations recently.”
“Thank God,” Troy said as he tossed the duffel bag with her toiletries on a table by the door. “The place was a dive the last time we stayed here. If they hadn’t gutted the inside and made it so nice, this wouldn’t have been included on my tour regardless of the fact we spent our honeymoon here. I was fully prepared to drive the thirty-five miles to stay at the Days Inn in Lowell.”
Faith shook her head. “That wouldn’t have been the same.”
Troy pulled a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket and pointed to it. “Thirsty?”
“I can’t believe you came over here this afternoon and set all this up.” In addition to the bottle of wine, he’d scattered rose petals on the bed and dropped off their luggage.
“I’m just sorry one night in this hotel room was the sum equivalent of our whole honeymoon. Wish I’d taken you somewhere more special than downtown Carlysle.”
She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Our honeymoon was perfect, Troy. Why on earth would we have wasted all that money to fly someplace like the Caribbean or Hawaii when we’d have done the same thing there that we did here?” She ran her hand along the front of his jeans and smiled when she felt his cock twitch under her touch. “I mean you’ve seen one bed, you’ve seen them all.”
Troy grinned wickedly. “You’ve got a point there. Take off that jacket,” he said, his voice laced with a sexy demand she found hard to resist. She recalled his warning back in the park. He’d been so many different men tonight, she was feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“Haven’t you ever heard of saying please?”
His eyes narrowed, darkened. “I told you earlier what was going to happen tonight. Take off the T-shirt and bra while you’re at it.”
She slid the heavy jacket off, tossing it over a chair. Pulling her T-shirt from her jeans, she slid it over her head slowly, enjoying the needy look in her husband’s eyes.
“Now who’s being a tease?” His voice was husky, deep and the rough timbre of it pushed all her hot buttons at once. Her breasts as she freed them from her lacy bra felt full and too sensitive to touch. Her panties were damp and her breathing was labored.
“God, Troy. I need you so badly.”
He shook his head as he rubbed the front placket of his jeans. She could see his erection straining against the material. “I believe you said something about sucking my cock.” Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged off his pants and boxers. Then, as he sat on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his T-shirt, as well. It was the first time she’d seen him naked all day and she had to admit there was a lot to be said for his anticipation game. Her fingers itched to touch every inch of his firm, tanned skin.
He beckoned her to him with a crooked finger. “I want your mouth on me.”
She trembled at his admission and wondered once again when sex had stopped being sexy for them. They’d set the sheets on fire in their younger days and his racy words and smoldering looks were bringing it all back to her. How could they have let this slip away?
She walked across the room, grasping his wrist as he ran his hand along his thick flesh. She stilled his motions, shaking her head slowly. “Let me do that for you.”
“Get on your knees.”
She dropped down before him and he closed his eyes briefly when she pushed his thighs farther apart and settled between his legs.
“Wait a minute.” He reached behind him on the bed and grabbed a pillow. Reaching for her elbow, he bid her to stand up while he tossed the pillow on the floor. “Kneel on this.” He cupped her cheek with his large palm, a quick gesture of adoration.
His gaze darkened when she grasped his cock, tightening her fist without preamble, giving him the rough touch she knew he loved.
The sight of his rock-hard erection set her mouth to watering. She licked her lips as she listened to the sound of his breathing deepen, speed up. He brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles before reaching back to take her ponytail in his grasp.
With steady pressure, he guided her head to his lap and she allowed him the control. He wasn’t taking her anywhere she didn’t want to be. Usually a patient, thoughtful lover, she was enjoying his sudden dominance and she would never have guessed how much she desired giving him this power over her. She’d seen shades of his unbending determination to steer their course all day. Now, in the bedroom, she handed herself over to his command, an enthusiastic slave to his will.
Taking him into her mouth, she savored the sound of his groan when she tongued the sensitive skin just below his head. His fingers tightened in her hair and she sensed he was restraining himself, holding back out of concern. Something inside her snapped and she pushed away.
“Take me like you mean it, Troy.”
“What?”
“Take me the way you want to. We’ve been together long enough for you to know I won’t break. I’m not made of glass. You made me some promises in the park. I want them. All of them.”
He swallowed heavily and she could see him fighting some sort of internal struggle. No doubt the old-fashioned man he was raised to be, the one who believed women were meant to be protected and cherished, was battling the alpha male who wanted to take, to control, to own.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m—”
She cut his words off with her mouth on his cock. She devoured his hard flesh, took him to the back of her throat while tightly squeezing his balls in her hand.
His fingers flew to her hair and she thought for a moment he’d pull her away, stop her, but instead he pushed her head lower, forced her to take him deeper. She hummed her assent, felt the moisture gather in her pussy and knew which man had won when he tugged on her ponytail, forced her head back until her gaze met his.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Faith. This isn’t gonna be a simple blowjob. You understand there’s a difference, right?”
She narrowed her eyes, angry that he felt the need to explain himself. It felt like he was asking permission, seeking her approval. She bared her teeth, let him feel them against his flesh. He growled—an honest to God growl—and then gave her exactly what she’d asked for. He gripped her face between his large palms, pulling her mouth down on his cock, pushing deeper with each entry, the entire time he alternated between praising her beautiful mouth and demanding that she suck harder, take more, swallow his head.
“Shit. I’m coming, Faith. God, baby. I’m coming.” The first splash painted the back of her throat as Troy continued to push her mouth on to his cock. She swallowed several times until his hands slackened and she heard his harsh breathing begin to slow. Looking up, she watched as he fell onto his back on the bed. She released him, loving the utter exhaustion and complete satiation on his face. Resting her head on his thigh, she felt no need to move right away.
Though her own arousal was still thumping, her body crying for satisfaction, she was happy to stay where she was, secure in the fact that she’d just rocked her husband’s world.
“Come here.” His voice was husky, deep.
She crawled up on the bed beside him, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace as he placed soft kisses on the top of her head. “Jesus, Faith. I never expected—I didn’t know—”
She raised her head and grinned. “Not too shabby for an old housewife, eh?”
“You aren’t old.”
She rolled her eyes, not surprised that was the only thing he heard.
“I wasn’t too rough? I didn’t hurt you?” His words brought to mind his memories of their first time and she wondered if he’d harbored his anxiety about harming her all these
years. She’d never known, never suspected.
“You were hot,” she said. “Despite my fear of sounding like a complete pushover, I have to admit having you take control in bed turns me on a heck of a lot more than I would have suspected.”
He studied her face for a moment, his eyes serious, his mouth tight. “This could change things a bit.”
She looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Knowing that you like it, knowing you want it. Jesus, Faith. I want it too. More than you could ever know.”
“How come you never said anything? Never asked?”
He shrugged. “We’ve been married a damn long time. I sort of thought I knew what you liked in bed. I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Troy. I think after all these years, it’s pretty safe to say there’s nothing you could do to chase me away.”
He rolled over, pulling her under his large frame. “Is that right?” His question was laced with just a touch of sensual menace and as quickly as that, her body jumped into overdrive, not forgetting that while he’d come, she had not.
“You know,” he said, “maybe you’re right. A little fear’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
She reached up to place her hands on his shoulders, but he stopped her, gripping her wrists firmly and pushing them into the mattress beside her head. “Leave your hands there. Don’t move them unless I give you permission to.”
She narrowed her eyes for a moment, wondering what he’d do if she disobeyed. He must have read her thoughts on her face. “I have no doubt you’re going to test my limits, Faith. All of them. But not yet. Let me show you exactly what we’ve been missing.”
She nodded, leaving her hands in place. He rose from the bed, standing above her. She was still in her jeans, a problem he made short work of. After he stripped off her clothes, she watched as he crossed the room to a small bag in the corner she hadn’t noticed before.
“What’s in there?”
He shook his head. “No questions.”
“Again?”
He chuckled. “You really suck at this game.”
