just far enough for me to get on my knees between her legs. She stretches hers out so the back of her thighs rest on the top of mine. Using the end of the sash on her robe, I trail the material over the creamy flesh of her exposed stomach.
“Tell me a story,” I request. I love this game we play. It gives me a glimpse of her inner thoughts and emotions. It lets me see inside her head.
She stretches again, and the silk material parts even more, giving me a peek of her stunning breasts, but still leaving her nipples hidden. She trembles and moans when I glide the end of the sash over her flesh.
“Story, baby,” I remind her.
Her eyes flutter open. “Mmm…. Husband seductively tortures his wife into a quivering mess. Leaving her without the satisfaction she needs. The end.”
I chuckle, and just to make the first part of her story true, I move the sash between her legs. She’s already so wet, the material covering her pussy is a darker blue. I can smell her arousal, and it drives my own need higher.
“How about, ‘Husband drives his wife out of her mind with need, then puts her out of her misery once she tells him the story he’s asking for’?” I grin and wink at her. “I like that one better.”
“Lincoln,” she moans, arching her back. “Please, honey.”
I bend and place a single kiss between her breasts and look up at her hooded eyes. “Tell me. Let me in that beautiful head of yours.”
Her gaze softens even more. “Remember the day you brought me dahlias for the first time?”
I don’t even have to think about it. I remember every moment spent with Molly. “It was the day you were supposed to go to the lake house with us for the first time. You were in bed sick with the flu. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me stay home with you because they knew I wouldn’t have left your side, and they worried I’d get sick too.” I was so mad that day. I begged and pleaded to stay home with Molly. Thinking back now, my reaction was overboard, but at the time, I was terrified Molly was going to die before I got back home. “You scared the shit out of me that day.”
She laughs lightly. “It was only the flu.”
“Yeah, but I was a kid and had never seen anyone so sick before. I made Dad stop at a payphone before we got to the lake house so I could call to make sure you were okay. I must have called your house fifty times that weekend. I made him stop at the same payphone on the way home.”
Her brows go up. “I didn’t know that.”
“I threatened to open my door and jump out of the car if he didn’t stop.” Yes, I could be a little shit back then, but when it came to Molly, there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to do.
“Lincoln!” she exclaims with a laugh, causing her breasts to jiggle. “You did not do that!”
“You wanna call my parents and ask?”
She shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“I was. Crazy about you. Still am. About an hour after we left the payphone on the way home, I saw the dahlias on the side of the road. They looked so pretty, and I knew I had to pick some for you.”
Lifting to her elbows, she reaches for the back of my head and pulls me down with her. My lips are only an inch away from hers when she speaks again.
“That was the day I knew I wanted to marry you,” she murmurs. Her hands slide to my cheeks, and she looks deeply into my eyes. “I knew you were worried about me when you left. And I saw your face when you came back after the weekend. You looked like you were just given a million dollars, witnessed world peace, and made it to Heaven all at once. Your hand was shaking when you gave me those dahlias, but you smiled, and everything was okay again. One of the flowers resembled a heart, which was fitting because I had already given you mine.”
She still has that flower. Dried and sealed in a clear plastic sleeve. It’s in a picture frame hanging on our bedroom wall.
How in the hell could I not love and adore this woman with every inch of me? I’m not the sappy type but damned if she doesn’t make me