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She'd learned with Thom, the man didn't simply have sex.Thom Brown made love with his entire body.He used his thighs to shift her body into positions and angles her yoga instructor would admire.Strong fingers pressed into her hips, raising them slightly as he plunged deep.His shoulders shifted her body to any position that allowed him to go deep into her love.
“Good grief,” Mae cried out, holding onto him.
His mouth came to hers, his tongue in a mating dance with her own, teasing, taunting, tasting.He withdrew his hips, using long, even strokes, undulating each time before coming back to her.Mae felt herself tightening around him.
“With me, Mary,” he whispered in her ear while his lips worked feverishly against her skin with hot kisses, making her cry out in pleasure.
The wave of orgasmic joy hadn't ended when Thom flipped Mae to her belly, shoving a pillow under her abdomen.He braced his arms on either side of her as he assumed a pushup position and began again with long, deep strokes.Mae's toes curled into the bedding, her hands fisting the sheeting as she gnawed on the pillow where she'd buried her face to keep from screaming out in sheer delight.He could feel the second start of her climb, and he leaned forward, demanding, “With me, Mary.”
She didn't argue with the man.Mae moaned through her second release, raising her hips to meet each of the deep thrusts.Her legs shook through the second orgasm.Her mouth was dry from the panting as he rolled her to the side, raising her leg, plunging deep.
“My goodness,” she said aloud, wanting more of the sweet torment.“More, Thom.More.”
He didn't disappoint.Calloused hands roamed over her body, cupping her breast, squeezing the nipple, and eliciting a soft mewl from her lips.The mewl wasn't enough.His hand clamped down in the nipple as he rolled Mae to her back, one leg on his shoulder, the strokes were deep, and Mae simply closed her eyes to enjoy all the feels.
“Bring me with you, Mary,” he pleaded as his hips worked.Mae gave as good as he was giving, meeting each stroke, rolling her right thigh, catching Thom unaware.Her nails razed his back creating goosebumps on his skin.His eyes grew wide when Mae flexed her inner muscles, clamping down on him while she did a wiggle.
“Well, damn,” he said, pumping his hips, thrusting hard, emptying the frustrations of his day, connecting with his wife, and finally spent, collapsing on top of her.
Thom never spoke much during these times between them.Outside of knowing when she was getting there and his innate ability to help her reach her goal, he said little. These times between them for Mae were almost magical.Thom made her feel precious and cared for, but he was also a beast, not taking the easy road and working for an idealistic ending for them both.
He curled Mae into a ball, spooning behind her.His hand rested on her bare hip as his thumb gently stroked the warm skin.A gentle kiss went to her shoulder as he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said softly, enjoying the postcoital bliss.
Several moments passed before he said, “Mary?”
“Yes?”
“Were those cookies I saw on the counter?”
“Hmm, hmm, walnut chocolate chip,” she said.
“I like those,” he said, softly, kissing her shoulder again.“Did I also see glazed carrots?The little baby ones?”
“Hmm, hmm, along with roasted broccoli and pan seared pork chops and caramelized onions with a balsamic glaze,” she replied.
The silence came again as he sighed deeply.“I'm torn, Mary; honestly I am.It would be rude to not get up and dine on such a lovely meal, but it would also be remiss of me to not give you this Round Two because you know, you deserve to be loved right by your man.”
“I’m torn as well,” Mae replied.“Was that some of what you said you’ve been holding for your wife?If so, don’t hold back anymore.I feel like curling up and sucking my thumb.”
He burst into laughter as his stomach growled like a bear.She'd sent her husband a decent lunch to work with him this morning, but after loading and unloading luggage, passengers, and dealing with Pearlie Mae, a man came home on E.
“Fine.Food it is.My man also deserves a good meal and at least two of those cookies,” she told him.“I made extras for you to take some to Pearlie Mae and Joe at the station.”
“Nope,” he said.“You're not going to start spoiling those two knuckleheads, and they are going to be bugging me about the next time you're making cookies.Nope.Not on my watch, Mrs.Brown.”
He groaned as he rolled over, not wanting to end the embrace, but needing sustenance.Slowly, they made their way to the kitchen.Mae plated the meal, which had been kept warm on the burners, and they shared the simple dinner.She wanted to talk to him about the weekend.
“Not much to talk about,” he said.“We turn in the car, pick up the rental truck, and load in your stuff.We pack up your apartment into the rental truck, back it into the fence in the parking garage so no one can get in it, and then we head to your folks’ place for an uncomfortable ass dinner and then come home.”
“You make it sound so simple,” she said, pushing the carrots around on her plate.
“It is simple, Mary.”
“Baby, my folks.You just don't know them and how they can be,” she said.
“And your folks don't know me and how I can be,” he said, offering her a smile.“Listen, I got me.I know me well, and I know where my lines are.I also understand you and the delicate balance.I got you as well, which means I have us.”
