Page 5 of Coming Home

“Ready for me?” he asked as he pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own.

She nodded, letting her legs fall open wider to make room for him. When his cock pressed against her entrance, she lifted her hips, urging him to enter her and not tease her.

His smile was infectious as he pulled away. She gave a little pout, and he relented, sliding into her with skilled motion.

He rocked deeper into her and a groan left her throat. “Fuuuuck,” she cried out as he eased out of her and slammed himself into her in one swift motion.

“I’m working on it, baby,” he teased.

She gave him a frantic nod, hoping to encourage him.

There were no more words between them as he picked up speed and fucked her hard and fast. The only sounds in the bedroom were their pants and grunts and moans, mingled with the sound of skin on skin.

Emily could tell by the way he tensed his climax was close. The thought of David losing himself inside of her spurred her own arousal.

“Come with me, sweet Emily,” David said with a grunt.

When they both tumbled into orgasmic bliss, she gripped his taught forearms and rode the waves of pleasure cascading through them.

As they lay together catching their breath a few minutes later, gratitude for Tamara’s meddling put a smile on her lips.

An hour later, Emily stood in the kitchen wrapped in a red silk robe while David took a phone call, feeling lighter than she had in weeks, maybe even months.

She could hear David growing agitated and wondered if she needed to interrupt him and give him an excuse to get off the phone. She wanted nothing interrupting what was supposed to be their night together.

As she was considering heading for his office, he appeared in the entryway to the kitchen. “Sorry, lover. I didn’t mean to get so angry on the phone. Just a deal trying to fall through. No more calls tonight. I promise.”

She shook her head. “It’s OK. What do you want for dinner?”

“Are you cooking?” he asked, with one eyebrow raised.

Emily giggled. “Of course not. I have no desire to kill you.”

David laughed and pulled her close. “I’ve missed you, baby. Have I mentioned I’m sorry?”

She leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Life got in the way for a little while. We’re going to be fine.”

“I thought we could pull the Christmas decorations down.”

Emily wrinkled her nose. “You don’t just want to hire someone?”

David insisted on going all out for Christmas decorations and while he usually paid someone to put up the outside lights, there were some things he had to do himself and he wanted Emily right there with him. She wasn’t a scrooge, but Christmas had never been her favorite holiday. It had mostly just been another day in her house growing up.

He kissed her forehead. “I’ve already got someone coming to light the outside of the house. I just want to spend time with you putting up a tree.”

She sighed. “OK. Can we open some wine while we do it?”

His smile lit up the room, and she felt good about giving in to him. “Of course. You pick something and order some food. I’ll get the staff to help me pull out the decorations. We can talk about what you want to do for Christmas while we work.

The rest of the evening flew. David did most of the decorating, and Emily drank most of the wine.

“Is Tamara OK?” Emily asked. “She was super stressed at school today and she drank two glasses of whiskey while we talked about my thesis proposal.”

David looked at her as he reached up to hang an ornament on the tree. “I was wondering the same thing about her. She sounded stressed when she called me but said we could talk about it later. I promised her we would do dinner soon.”

Emily handed him an ornament she liked, and conversation drifted to Christmas parties. There were usually a lot they had to go to.

“I didn’t see the Solitaire party on our calendar,” Emily said.

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