Page 18 of Hearts of Fairlake

"Baby," he said softly, stroking the side of my face as he slid out.

Ever a man of few words, but I knew exactly what he wanted as I pulled my fingers free and handed him the bottle. Julian's eyes darkened with lust as he backed away, freeing my mouth and letting me move. I twisted and turned over so I was kneeling, my body at an angle so I wasn't smashed against the wall, ass raised in the air.

As a little tease to myself, I didn't look behind me, even if the sight of him stroking himself to ensure complete coverage with the lube was a tempting sight. Instead, I knelt in anticipation, listening to the little sounds, feeling the bottle hit the cot beside me, and then feeling the warmth of his hand on my thigh. The other was probably gripping the base, and I shivered when I felt the slightly cool lube on his dick brush against me before the pressure began.

It lasted only a moment before I felt myself spread the last little bit that my fingers hadn't managed. Julian hesitated, an eternal gentleman, but I wasn't prepared to wait. Not caring about the dull ache, I pushed my hips back, taking the next few inches inside me to give the most obvious hint I could give. His fingers tightened on my thighs as he followed my lead, pulling me toward him.

"OhGod," I moaned into the pillow as I felt him inch by inch slip into me. It was exactly what I needed after the week I'd had, and another shuddering moan came from my lips as I felt his hips press against my ass. I had always appreciated the sense of fullness whenever someone fucked me, but for obvious reasons, no one could give me that feeling quite like my husband.

With a low noise, he slowly pulled out, forcing both of us to endure the feeling of each inch leaving me before immediately pushing back in. I knew he was trying to ensure I was loose so he could move freely, but at least it was some form of movement beyond achingly slow. It served to take all the anticipation and lust and boil it away in my gut as I waited desperately for him to start the real show.

That came after a few more steady strokes as he pushed into me steadily and ground his hips against me. My breath left me in a whimper as he began to work up his rhythm, making sure to bottom out every time as his hands shifted their hold to my hips. My fingers curled into the blanket, holding on for dear life as the sharp jolts of pleasure steadily became blinding arcs of ecstasy.

I didn't know how long I knelt there, feeling myself steadily worked over by the love of my life, and I didn't care if it was three hours or three minutes. Julian was fucking me hard enough that the sounds of our bodies meeting were a beat of slapping skin. My cock bounced between my legs, hard as steel and aching for the release that I desperatelycraved. Yet I wanted to hold off, to savor the feeling, the moment we were achieving together, and bask in it for a while longer.

Yet, I later found I had no say in the matter. Julian somehow managed to get his hand under me and gripped my cock, even as he was still pumping deep into me. I gave a strangled gasp that might have been a protest, or it might have been pleasure. Whatever it was, all it took was a few strokes of my dick in time with his hips, and I found myself burying my face into the pillow as my orgasm exploded.

With a grunt, Julian gripped my hips and thrust forward so I was forced flat on my stomach. My cries of pleasure became staccato as his thrusts went wild before he shoved as deep as he could into me. As the last waves of my orgasm left me, I couldn't help but groan as I felt him twitch as his orgasm overtook him, spilling inside me as the weight of his body pinned me to the mattress. It was probably my imagination, but I liked to think I could feel each pulse as he came inside me, and the thought was as pleasant as the fucking only seconds before.

It felt like an eternity passed before he finally pushed up, reaching down to carefully grip the base of his dick to pull out gently. As usual, I felt a lingering sense of loss, but I didn't complain. There would be other times to enjoy the feel of him inside me, and now I was struck with the sudden urge to have the weight of his body back with me.

He returned a moment later with rags to clean me off, chuckling as he did so. "You're going to have to get up."

"I know," I muttered, knowing my front would have to be cleaned and the sheet thrown into the wash with the rags. "You're the one who pushed me into my cum."

"Sorry," he said, though he didn't sound the least bit apologetic. "Hard to control myself when that happens."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said with a snort,pushing up and taking one of the rags to clean myself. After pulling on our clothes again, we worked together to change the sheets while he took the soiled stuff to the washing machine at the back. He returned to find me staring up at the top bunk on my back. Without a word, he slid onto the edge of the bed, nudging me until I was forced to turn on my side facing him or the wall.

Of course, I chose to face him, allowing him to wrap his arms and legs around me as he cradled me against his chest. I breathed in the smell of him, a scent I was familiar with, the smell of his sweat and body when he'd exerted himself. Even though it wasn't a one-for-one comparison, it always reminded me of a pleasant fire, bringing rich smoke and cool air to mind as I sat around sipping good beer and enjoying the company. The first time I felt like I had found a replacement for the family I had left behind was when the police and firefighters had one of their group bonfires together, dragging me along in the first few months of working at the firehouse.

It was safety, it was comfort, it washome.

"Thank you," I said softly.

"For what?"

"For fucking my brains out?"

He chuckled, and I could hear its rumble in his chest. "I've gone harder than that before."

"Next time," I said with a yawn, closing my eyes. "But for taking care of me, for being with me...for loving me."

"You make all those things easy," he said, pressing his face against my forehead and stroking my hair. "You let me be me. And this is what I like to do."

If ever something brought back that mixed bag of emotions, it was hearing my normally reticent husband speak openly about how much he loved me and what I’d done to deserve that. This time, my eyes prickled not withbitterness but because of his sweetness, and I held onto him, wishing I could burrow further into him for the comfort he was already giving me.

"I want to do it," I said quietly. "My family doesn't want me, and I don't want them anymore. It's time I let go of the last thread and embrace my real family. With these people...with you."

There was a pause. “I'll go with you."

That surprised me, and I pulled back to look at him. "What? Up on the stage?"

He nodded solemnly. "No speech."

"Wh-what? Youhategetting attention. You realize pretty much the whole town and a bunch of people from out of town will be there, right? Looking right at us, both of us, if you get up there."

He pulled me into his chest again with a low rumble. "We're married. If you're going to take a big step like that...well, we do things together, remember?"

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