Page 69 of Before You Can Blink
Age 29
February
“Doyouhearthat?”Daisy snuggled deeper into my side on the couch, a roaring fire set before us as we enjoyed a glass of whiskey before bed.
Outside of the quiet crackles coming from the burning wood, the room was silent. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly,” she sighed.
I kissed the top of her head. “A moment of peace is hard won these days, darlin’.” Between Tripp’s hollering and Aspen’s constant chatter, most days I could scarcely hear the thoughts inside my own head.
Daisy turned in my arms, her lips pressing to the side of my neck and moving upward. Blood rushed south, and my head tipped back on a groan as her tongue darted out to drag along my skin.
In my ear, she rasped, “Give me ten minutes, then meet me upstairs.”
Oh,hellyes.
The last time I’d gotten lucky was on my birthday, and that had been six months ago. I was beyond desperate to worship my wife, to connect on that physical level where the rest of the world faded away.
Palming her ass, I gave it a firm squeeze. “Ten minutes. Timer starts now.”
She scrambled off the couch, leaving her empty whiskey glass discarded on the coffee table as she rushed up the stairs.
Reclining, I let my legs fall open, rubbing my hard cock over the fabric of my jeans. Soon, so soon, it would be buried deep inside her hot, tight cunt. And this time, there would be no pulling out. The little procedure I’d had done before Christmas made it so that I could come inside her as many times as I was able, and she wouldn’t get pregnant.
I accepted that I wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. Once I was done filling her to the brim, I wanted to park myself between her thighs and watch as my cum seeped out.
God, I was leaking just picturing it.
My eyes honed in on the wall-mounted clock across the room, watching the hands slowly move to mark the passage of time.
Two minutes . . . five minutes . . . ten.
Ready or not, Daze. Here I come.
Draining the last of my whiskey, I let it burn a path down my throat before standing.
It took everything in me not to run up the steps like a teenage boy, eager at the prospect of getting his dick wet. But it had been so long, that’s what I felt like. Mentally, I vowed to ensure Daisy got off at least twice before I dared to allow myself the pleasure of her pussy molded around my cock, because I wasn’t going to last long.
I paused at the threshold to our cracked-open bedroom door, and my breathing grew shallow just thinking of all the things I was going to do to my wife once I got my hands on her.
Closing my eyes, I willed my racing heart to settle, but it was futile. That woman never failed to set my blood on fire, and I’d be lying if I said my hands hadn’t been itching to map out every curve on her body, inch by perfect fucking inch.
I gripped the door handle and pushed inside, only to stop dead in my tracks when the bed came into view.
A heavy exhale rattled my chest. Set in the middle of the mattress was Daisy, clad in a skimpy, see-through lace nightie, fast asleep.
Latching the door behind me, I moved toward where she lay and pulled the blankets up to cover her practically naked form before dropping a kiss to her forehead.
I desperately missed my wife even though she was right there in front of me.
June
After a hard day’s work, I snuck into the house through the back door that fed into the kitchen. The days were long with summer just beginning, so even though the sun was only starting to set, it was late enough that I’d missed dinner, and the kids were likely already in bed.
The endless tasks on the ranch kept me from my family more than I’d like, but I hoped that someday they’d be able to look back and know I did all of this for them.
Soft music reached my ears, courtesy of the handheld radio Daisy kept on the counter. When I turned the corner from the mudroom, I found thelove of my life standing at the sink, elbow-deep in the suds as she washed the dishes.
