Page 29 of Husband of the Year
With a slight chin dip, her braids sway in rhythm, as she gives him a stern gaze.
Olan’s quiet as we walk back to his car. Once we’re inside, he takes my hand, weaving his fingers with mine.
“That was quite enjoyable.”
“Yeah? You and Ruth seemed to hit it off.”
“She’s amazing. I like her. A considerable amount.” Olan nods and takes a deep, cleansing breath. “I’m pleased we went.” He nods, still holding my hand on the console.
As we drive toward the parking garage, Olan’s excitement about the evening is palpable; his eyes sparkle, and his smile is wide and contagious. Seeing him like this, my heart surges with profound joy. It’s in these moments that I realize how much I treasure his happiness, how it lights up my world and makes everything else fade into the background. I close my eyes and soak in the moment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The piano lightly sets the rhythm, joined by Diana’s angelic, honeyed crooning. When I crack an eye open, I see Olan’s head resting on his pillow, his wide-open eyes fixed on me.
“Hey,” I say, eyeing the alarm clock on his nightstand. It’s just after five. We don’t need to get up for at least another half hour.
“What?” I attempt to nod to the speaker, where the full band and an entire string section have joined in, as “Touch Me in the Morning” fills our room. Olan loves Diana Ross and thankfully all her early albums were on Motown.
I roll toward him, wrapping my arm around his torso, and he kisses my bedhead before gently taking my hand and moving it down his body.
“Good morning,” I say. “Someone is…”
“Horny.”
“What about…” I nod toward the door and Olan knows exactly what I’m worried about.
“I got up to use the bathroom. Door is secured. She’s out like a light.”
Isabella brought Illona back last night and stayed for dinner. Givenwe have plans after school, Olan is working at the office. Today will be one of those Mondays when the three of us commute together.
“Well then,” I say.
With a slow and deliberate motion, I stroke as his cock pulses in the palm of my hand, eliciting an immediate response as Olan thrusts into my grip.
This rarely happens—morning sex, but with work, Illona, and the general over-scheduling that comes with adulting, sometimes you have to strike when the iron is hot. And right now, Olan’s dick scorches my skin like smoldering embers.
He tightens his grip around my shoulder, pulling me near. There’s a desire in his body, a need to be closer, and my lips sprinkle his chest with kisses, finishing on his nipple, where I suck and flick my tongue. This drives him wild.
“Babe. I love you so much.” His head’s thrown back on the pillow, taking it all in, and I do everything in my power to help him get lost in the moment. A new song begins, and there’s an ache to the way the bass guitar thumps over the driving piano. Smokey Robinson’s voice comes in, and a smile flashes on my face when the song’s title pops into my head. Without thinking, I blurt it out.
“‘You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me.’ ”
“Literally,” he says. “Fuck, Marvin. C’mere.” Olan pulls my face up toward his, no worries about morning breath, and captures my lips. My hand pauses, but I don’t let go.
“Are you okay?”
He nods quickly and returns his lips to mine. I know when something’s bothering him. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. Right now, he seems to want this.
“Are you sure?” I hold his cock up, making sure this is what he needs in this moment.
He plunges himself into my fist, fucking my hand as his tonguedarts into my mouth. I become lost in the moment as soft moans escape Olan’s lips. I know how much he loves kissing while he comes, but I also know there are other things I can do to heighten the experience for him.
“Olan.” He opens his eyes. They’re giant, damp, yearning ebony pools. “I love you.” I kiss the bridge of his nose. The tip. His lips. Chin. And then glide down between his legs.
Knowing what I’m after, he lifts his hips, allowing me access to my target. His sweet, musky smell, perfectly Olan, overtakes my senses, and my tongue laps under his balls, sliding down to his ass as I resume jerking his cock, now surging as he fucks into my fist.
“You taste like heaven,” I say.
