“Then, baby, don’t do this. I’ll try to be home more. I’ll do whatever I need to do to not lose you. I cannot stand the thought of not being with you, Skye. Don’t you know how much I love you?”
“No. I don’t know, Sterling. I haven’t known for a long time.”
“Then it’s about time I showed you. Stand up,” he ordered.
I sat Tiff down on the floor and she ran off to her little doghouse.
“Come here, baby.” He pulled me closer and ran his hand along my forearm as he took his hand in mine. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
“It’s been so long, Sterling. So long since I’ve felt your touch. So long since I’ve touched you. I want to touch you, Sterling.”
“I’m right here, baby. Tonight is all about you. Do you want to take charge or do you want me to be in control?”
“You’d let me be in control tonight?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want, just tell me what you want, Skye.”
“I want to be in control tonight. I want to show you how much I love you.”
“Then where do you want to start? In here or the bedroom?”
“The bathroom. I want to take a bath with my husband.”
“That sounds amazing, baby.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the bathroom. When we got to the door he gently put me down and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue slowly ran across the crease of my lips until I opened for him. As it glided into my mouth, I sucked on it softly and then gently nipped it with my teeth. A small growl escaped his lips and he whispered, “We need to get this bath started or I’m going to take you right here in the doorway.”
As the warm water filled the tub, the mirror fogged over. Reaching up with my hand I wiped back and forth over the mirror and caught a glimpse of Sterling behind me. He was naked and standing in the doorway staring at me.
“Like what you see, Mr. Smith?”
“More than you’ll ever know, Mrs. Smith.” Slowly, he walked over to the tub and turned the water off. “Ready for your bath?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” I echoed his words. I didn’t want to divorce Sterling. I wanted him. I wanted him to fight for me. To fight for us.
Would sex fix us?
Probably not, but I needed to be with him. I needed to feel my husband. Maybe this would be the last time and maybe it wouldn’t be.
Watching his sleek body fold as he climbed into the bathtub, made me want to jump in and hump him until he couldn’t breathe anymore. I could feel my cheeks warm and my heart was racing. The heat could’ve been from the steam from the warm water, but I think it had more to do with my husband.
“You gonna get in?” he asked with a grin.
Raising my leg to get into the tub, he grabbed my ankle and guided me in. Settling me between his legs with my back to his front, he asked, “May I wash you?”
All I could do was nod. It had been so long since we’d been together, I was afraid I would explode the moment he touched me. My body missed him as much as my heart did. My pussy was clenching and doing everything she could to get him inside of her again.
He took my body wash and sponge from the basket on the side of the tub. After squirting some on the sponge he gently massaged my neck. Moving down ever so slowly, he reached my breasts and when he used two fingers to squeeze my hard nipple I felt the zing shoot straight to my throbbing pussy. I squirmed around in the tub.
“Soon, baby. I promise. Now, tell me what do you want me to do?”
“Touch me, Sterling. Everywhere,” I begged.
Leaning toward me, he ran his nose along my neck. He whispered, “Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.”
Then the sponge was no longer at my breasts it was heading south and I was loving every minute of it. The feel of him sliding it over my stomach and then pushing lower.
I felt the sponge between my folds and I moaned, “Sterling.”
“Yes, baby. Whatever you want.” He continued to rub the sponge up and down my sex and then the sponge was gone and replaced with his fingers. The fingers from one hand were massaging my clit, while the middle finger from his other hand was pressing inside me. All the while he was nibbling on my neck and I could feel his hard erection pressing against my back. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second of this without exploding, two fingers entered my tight passage and I screamed out in ecstasy. “Fuck!”
“I love you, Skye. Always,” Sterling breathed against my neck. “No matter what, never doubt how much I love you.”
“Now, I want to show you how much I love you, Sterling.” I turned around in the tub and slid down between his legs. His erection was peeking up at me out of the water. Grabbing him roughly, I squeezed and his head fell back against the tub.
“Fuck, baby.”
Up and down my hands worked his cock. His head was still back against the tub and I could feel his breaths getting faster and harder. When I lowered my body and took the head of his erection into my mouth he gasped. Sucking as hard as I could, he placed his hands on the back of my head and gently pushed me up and down his hard shaft. His breathing was labored and I could feel his stomach muscles tightening. I slid one of my hands around and grasped his balls, while I continued to suck him.
“Baby, I’m gonna…I’m about to…SHIT!”
I felt the warm release of my husband hit the back of my throat and my pussy throbbed to be filled by him. That would have to wait a little bit. My man would need to recover, but then he would be all mine to do with whatever I wanted.
When his breathing returned to normal and he sat up to look at me, I said, “I need to ask you one more question, Sterling.”
“Really? After all of that you have another question?”
“Yes, just one more. Where are the handcuffs?” I snickered. “I get the control tonight, remember?”
“Baby, I can’t fucking wait.” He pressed his lips to mine and devoured my mouth in a mind numbing kiss. “The handcuffs are in the closet. I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”
I didn’t want him to leave. I needed Sterling. I wanted our life to go back to the way it was when we first met. I wanted to be happy with my husband. He promised not to be gone as much and I did too. He vowed to work hard to prove to me that nothing in our relationship had changed, and I believed him when he said he would work at it.
***
Present
“Can you believe we made it this long, baby? Ten years?” I asked Sterling as we laid out by the pool in front of our villa in Maui.
“Baby, I never had any doubt in my mind. I love you and real love never ends.”
Rising up on my lounger, I reached over and placed a soft kiss on Sterling’s belly. “I wanna go back to the villa. I have some things I need to show you.”
“Do you now, Mrs. Smith?” He asked with the raise of an eyebrow and lick of his lips.
“Mmhmmm…Villa. Now.”
We spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. Sterling seemed a little rougher than normal. He was out of sorts or something. I couldn’t say it wasn’t amazing, because it was. But it was definitely different…
Waking up in the Villa snuggled up with Tiff, the sun streaming through the window felt warm on my face. As I slid my arm across the bed, Sterling was gone.
“Baby?”
Sitting up I looked toward the bathroom and saw that the door was open and the room was empty. I slipped my white silk robe on and Tiff followed me as I started down the hall to the kitchen. I assumed he was in there drinking coffee, when I found the room empty, I thought maybe he had went out for a run. That was one of his favorite morning activities…that and ravishing me and obviously he wasn’t doing that this morning.
I winced when I sat down on the couch on the back deck looking out over the water. Smiling as I thought back to the activities from last night that made me so sore. My husband had been a wild man last night, and I loved it.
As I sat out on the deck with Tiff
curled up in my lap, I watched the waves crashing into the shore, and I must’ve dozed off. I woke up and found that it was already mid-afternoon.
“Sterling?” I called through the house. Still no answer. Where in the hell was he at?
When Tiff and I walked into the living room I noticed a small envelope sitting on the coffee table. It was a handwritten note from Sterling:
Skye,
I received a call last night…there’s an emergency and I have to get back home. You were sleeping so well, I didn’t want to disrupt you. There is no reason for you to cut your trip short. Stay and enjoy the villa - I will see you at home in a week. I’ll call you soon…
Love, Sterling
The thought of being here for another week without Sterling didn’t make me very happy, but I was in fucking paradise. I couldn’t be upset in paradise, could I?
I spent the next week lying in the sand working on my tan. Sterling never called. It was very unusual to not speak to him for that length of time. He always called me. He said he would call me. He lied. Sterling lied to me yet again. We’d been together for ten years and the lies never seemed to stop. Why did I have to be so in love with this man?
***
Tiff and I had only been home a couple of hours when the intercom buzzed.
“Mrs. Smith?”
I pressed the button, and said, “Yes.”
“We have a currier here with a certified letter for you. Shall we send him up?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
The gentleman arrived at the door and stuck out his clipboard for me sign for the letter. I was trying to balance holding Tiff and signing the paper. My signature didn’t look that great and when I looked down and saw the writing on the envelope I almost passed out. I’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.
I locked the door and carried Tiff over to the couch. We sat down and I stared at the envelope. Did I want to read what was in it? Yes, I had to know what it said.
Reading the letter was like a slap in the face. What the fuck have you done, Sterling?
Lilly
Chapter One~
“Oh my god…oh my god!”
I woke up to the sound of my neighbor beating on the wall telling me in his ever polite way to be quiet. My entire body was drenched in sweat and my fingers were in my panties.
That had been the most amazing dream ever.
Seriously.
Ever.
My mystery man had invaded my dreams all week long, but this was the first dream where I woke up in the midst of a take-your-breath away orgasm. Apparently, my pleasure wasn’t contained to the dream and could be heard in the apartment next door.
Times like this made me hate the fact that our bedroom walls were side by side. However, it wasn’t like I complained when he and his wife had beat-the-damn-wall-down sex…seriously, why couldn’t he give me this one dream orgasm without being a total jerk about it?
Even with the neighbor from hell interrupting my hot dream, I couldn’t get my thoughts away from my mystery man. The first glimpse I caught of him was last Wednesday evening in “my” park.
Okay, so it wasn’t really mine, but I spent so much time there that the city should’ve changed the name to, “Lilly’s Park”. I really should’ve taken the time to write my councilman about it.
Anyway, Smith Park is rather tiny, with only swings and a merry-go-round on one side and about six picnic tables on the other. The entire park is surrounded by beautiful tall oak trees, and spending time there watching the leaves changing colors to signify the start of a new season, was one of my all-time favorite past-times. I’d often sit under one of those tall oaks and watch all of the children play, dreaming of the family I hoped to one day have.
That’s where I was when I saw “MM” for the first time. I was relaxing on my quilt I picked up on a trip last year, it was a wedding ring quilt made out of pink, yellow, and white fabric. This was the quilt I always took to “my” park to lay on. The sun was just starting to set and MM was running through the park at a pretty steady pace. He looked to be about my age. The black basketball shorts he was wearing were shifting slightly with each step and his red Nike t-shirt was soaked in sweat. His dark hair was a little shaggy, but he ran his hands through it and the sweat slicked it back perfectly.
Since I was kind of hidden away in the corner of the park under a tree, I had the perfect vantage point to stare at him without him seeing me. I could stare until my eyes got their fill and boy were they ever getting it. His strong, chiseled jaw looked like something from a sculpture in a museum. His shirt was pulled tight over the big muscles in his arms and also across his strong pecs. My MM was magnificent. His look screamed “boy-next-door” meets “bad-boy”.
As I watched him run circles around the track in the park, my heart rate would speed up as he would get closer to me. I could sense a change in my temperature when he would wipe the sweat from his brow and his features would tense for a moment. I wanted him to tense like that over me…on top of me…inside of me. While I was having these thoughts, I realized something: it had been a hell of a long time since I’d had sex, and the last sex I had I wasn’t even sure would qualify as sex. I mean, yeah, we did it, but I faked it and it was over way too soon. Yeah, not my finest hour.
Each night since then, I went to “my” park, hid away under the same tree, and watched my MM run. Then I would go home, climb into bed, and watch him run through my dreams. Of course in my dreams he did a lot more than just run…he was usually touching me or kissing me or on very special nights like last night, he was doing so much more than that.
It had gotten to the point where I waited all day to go to the park just to catch a glimpse of him. He had quickly become the highlight of my days, but I wouldn’t speak to him. I couldn’t do that. I’d just sit back and watch him and hope that he never caught on to me staring at him like I wanted to eat him alive.
Crawling out of bed after my neighbor finally shut up, I quickly realized that this was gonna be that kind of day.
You know the kind of day I’m talking about. If something could go wrong, it would. I was already an hour late for work because of my dream. Being late was a major pet peeve of mine, so that just set the day in motion. After starting out on such a happy note, it was quickly turning into one of the worst days of my entire life.
There was never a time in my life when I didn’t dream of one day becoming a teacher. Since I was big enough to hold a book in my hand, I knew I wanted to teach people things. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to teach, but I was sure I was going to teach something. So, three years ago when I graduated college and was given the degree that would allow me to do just that. I decided I really wanted to teach kindergarten. Mold little minds and wipe sweet little noses. Sounded like the perfect job for me.
My first, and only, teaching job was at Andrews Elementary where I’d taught kindergarten since I received my degree. My job made me happy and it was about the only thing in my world that brought a smile to my face. When you’ve dreamed of something your entire life and it comes true, of course that makes you happy. Now if I could do the one other thing I’ve always dreamed of, my life would be perfect.
Where oh where, was my Mr. Right?
Why couldn’t he find me and bless me with a couple of kids and a house in the suburbs?
Why couldn’t he come to me and make my other dream come true?
Even though being a teacher was what I always expected to do with my life, my real dream was to get married and have kids of my own. I didn’t know why, but fulfilling that dream, didn’t seem to be in the cards for me, so my job was my life and to be honest, as much as I loved my job, this day was totally sucking ass.
Obviously, I was going to be late for work, so I called Principal Baldwin and ever so sweetly explained the situation to him. He reminded me the situation was that I’d overslept and by the tone in his voice, I didn’t really think he was feeling my pain. Sure, I screwed up, but my teacher’s aide should be able
to handle the kids for me. Besides I wouldn’t be that late. If I didn’t shower, fix my hair, or put on clothes, I might actually be on time. But seeing as how I would rather not scare the small children who were supposed to be learning something from me, I decided I better at least shower.
My blonde waves were haphazardly pulled up into a messy ponytail and I threw on a long pink maxi-dress. Days like this made me really appreciate my naturally skinny body. Feeling fat today, well, that would just be the icing on the “day from hell” cake.
As I finally made my way into the school, I decided to grab a cup of coffee from the teachers’ lounge on my way to my classroom. This day was proving to be one that would require massive doses of caffeine. Something was definitely needed to jolt my nerves and coffee was just what the doctor ordered.
Walking around the corner, I swear to God, I was less than twenty feet from the door to my classroom, when I saw little precious blonde hair, blue eyed Hailey, come barreling around the corner with her hand placed over her normally adorable little mouth. Before I could do anything to stop it, we collided. The impact caused me to spill hot coffee all down the front of my dress. Looking down at my now ruined dress, I thought to myself that not only would it stain like a son-of-a-gun, it was burning like the flames of hell.
Like really, really burning.
Like the warning on the McDonald’s coffee cups burning.
Obviously it took everything in me to keep from spewing out all of the expletives in my vocabulary, and a few new ones that I was conjuring up in my head. Now, the shock of running into a teacher and hearing her scream, made sweet little Hailey drop the hand from her mouth and proceed to show me exactly why the hand was placed there in the first place.
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