Page 22 of Lost in Love

When he notices my attention on him, he winks. “Don’t you dare move.”

I fight off a smile. “I’ll try not to.”

“If I come back in here and you’re asleep, I’m going to come on your face,” he warns, completely serious.

Now it’s my turn to burst out laughing. The thing is, I wouldn’t put it past Noah.

He’s gone about five minutes and then returns, kicking our bedroom door shut with his foot that’s still wearing a shoe. He hadn’t bothered to take that one off yet. Reaching down, he yanks it off with his sock and then pushes his jeans out of the way.

I watch him walk toward me, his cock raring to go. It’s seriously so hard, but I imagine it’s because we haven’t had sex, or been able to finish the job in a while. “What was wrong with Sevi?”

“Nothing. I put him back in bed and then he fell asleep.” When he’s back on the bed, he pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him. Lifting my arms, he works my shirt up over my breasts and lets it fall away. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, cupping my tits in his strong hands. “Do you want me to continue where I left off?”

Leaning forward, I capture his lips with mine. “No, I want you inside me.” And I do. Despite the fact that he tastes like pussy, too, I still want it all.

“Do you like the way you taste on me?” he asks, just before he crashes his lips to mine. His mouth is harsh, yet incredibly soft as he smothers me with his passion.

I want everything he’s giving me. The closeness, the shaky breath, and his lips against mine. But something’s missing. I can’t place it, the feeling, or even when it began, but it’s there.

Pulling away, Noah watches me closely, smiles briefly, waiting for me to give him the okay. My hands are on his shoulders so I flop back onto the mattress. “I want you on top.”

Taking my leg behind my knee, he moves me until he’s on top of me. His lips meet mine again, and I think about that porno I briefly watched. It’s frenzied for a moment, I’m moaning into his mouth, so responsive to every touch and his lips are everywhere. From my neck to my shoulder, my chest, anywhere he can get to. It’s one of those moments where words aren’t needed, pleasure is. It’s rough and carnal. Until I say, “Put it in the front.”

“What?” Noah draws up on his forearms and looks between us. “I am.” He holds himself still, but his body is shaking from holding back. He didn’t get to finish this morning because his dumb ass kicked me in the vagina, and now he’s hating the stalling I’m doing.

He’s confused. I think he thinks I’m talking about my ass or something. “No, like in the movies when the guy reaches between her legs to guide it in. Do that. It’ll be sexy.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he huffs, a little annoyed I’m slowing down the process of him just ramming it in and thinking it’ll be good for me. I show him with hand gestures so naturally, he tries. He fails. “My hand gets in the way.”

“Try and let’s see.”

He tries again, the muscles in his back tensing up. “See? It doesn’t work. I don’t have a foot-long dick like a porn star.” There’s a mocking edge to his voice. How dare he make fun of me, but my anger subsides by the expression of disappointment on my husband’s face that he doesn’t, in fact, have a foot-long dick.

I burst out laughing right in his ear. “Will you stop it? And besides, I have a shallow vagina. The doctor said so. No foot-long dong is fitting in there.”

“You don’t have a shallow vagina.” He laughs too this time, his head dropping to my shoulder as he exhales a long breath. But it’s in that moment when we’re both naked and cracking up at one another that I realize, we still have a connection. It’s blurry and torn at the edges, but it’s there, and somehow we need to make this work.

So we try a different position. “Grab my neck or pull my hair. Something kinky.” I straddle him, my legs falling around his hips.

He stares at me. Like I just spoke a different language to him. “Like rough shit?”

“Yeah.” I shrug, trying to wish the embarrassment from my voice. Swallowing, I glance down at him.

“You’re naughty, aren’t you? Is this what you do when I’m not at home? Watch hardcore porn?”

“Stop it. Be serious.”

The excitement in his eyes reminds me of the younger Noah, the one who took my virginity against a wall, and then knocked me up in his truck. That guy, he was convincing and so sexy with his dark, brooding eyes and sparkle to them. “I can’t be serious knowing my wife was watching porn. What the fuck were you watching on it? I need to know.”

Leaning in, I get close to his face so he can feel my breath on his lips before I wink and whisper, “I’ll never tell you.”

“So you admit you were watching porn?”

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to get out my vibrator and take care of it myself.”

That earns me a glare. A wicked one. “Fine.”

Before we can actually get to the fucking part, Sevi returns to our door, barking, but then starts saying, “I come in?” and then, “Pease, Mama?” and directly followed by, “Daddy, pease?”

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