Foundations - Kate Canterbary Page 0,12

Matthew hissed.

I went right on stroking his cock, treating him to quick kisses on each down stroke. "You handle it. I know you can. I know you want to." My words whispered over his crown. "As you can see, I'm rather busy."

"Lauren's getting dressed, Judy," he called. I edged closer, taking him all the way to the back of my throat this time. "I'm just—oh my god—I'm helping her with a necklace. A really…really fucking…amazing necklace. That's allllll."

There was a pause on the other side of the door. I had to imagine my mother was inventing some explanations of her own while I was busy deep-throating my husband. "All right," she said eventually. "Should I feed Madeleine? She's about half an hour ahead of schedule."

I hummed around him in agreement. Yes, give her the bottle now. Yes, fuck my mouth like you mean it. Yes, lose your damn mind on me because I need to know you still feel this the way I do. Another hum followed by a tentative jerk of his hips. I drove my nails into his ass, showing him how to take what he needed.

"Yes!" he cried, his body searching for the right rhythm. "Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. Give her—give her whatever she wants."

Another pause. Then, "Let's go downstairs, just you and me. We'll have a nice bottle and some girl talk." Her words faded away as the bedroom door snicked shut.

"You." Matthew's fingers drove through my hair, tightening around the strands, gripping. "You." I gazed up at him, my lashes fluttering while I waited for him to finish that sentence. Finally, he said, "You don't know what you're doing, sweetness."

I dragged my lips down his length, twisting as I reached the head. I teased him there, the way I knew he loved but also hated. "Yes. I do."

Since I wasn't interested in conversation, I took all of him, pushing past the point of comfort and reflexes. My eyes were watering now, sure to leave streaks of mascara behind. But I didn't care. It didn't matter if I looked like a hot mess or I had to start this face from scratch in order to leave the house. It didn't matter how I looked at all. It wasn't the dress or the bra or the face that turned him on. It was me, taking what I wanted, giving what he needed.

It was always me.

I dug my fingers into his ass, my nails pressing into his skin as I worked him over. His grip on my hair tightened. He tipped my chin up, whispering, "You filthy little cocksucker, you better be ready to swallow."

And just like that, my husband was mine again.

4

Matthew

Well. That was unexpected.

I brushed my fingers over Lauren's lips, smiling at their rosy flush. "May I ask what I did to deserve that?"

She rubbed her cheek against my upper thigh. "Since when do you have to deserve it?" she asked. "Can't you just want it and that be reason enough?"

Also unexpected. Apparently, I'd spent too much time worrying and yawning, and mentally preparing for a vasectomy and missing our former life. During that wasted time, I'd failed to recognize my wife needed my attention.

Until she took matters into her own hands—and mouth.

Tapping a store of energy I didn't know I had, I scooped her up and hauled her into my arms. When was the last time I'd held her like this? Like she was my personal fuck doll, filthy and fragile and all mine? Too long. I didn't have an exact answer but I knew it'd been too damn long. "And what do you want, sweetness?"

"I wanted that." She pressed her lips to mine, all sweet and sunshine. As if she didn't have the taste of me on her tongue right now. "And now I want you to take me out for the night."

I chased her lips. I wasn't letting her go that easy. "Lift up that skirt and I might."

Lauren shook her head. "No time. We have reservations."

"You're wrong about that. There's always time," I replied. I set her down, turned her to face the mirror. I pointed to either side of its thick, wooden frame. "Hold on."

She reached forward while I tugged her hips back, flipped her skirt up. A dainty pair of panties greeted me, frilly and lacy and feigning innocence. "These are nice," I said, dragging a finger along the edges. Across her back, along her hip, down the curve of her ass. Down down down. "Too nice to