Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,53
by without a word from either of us. We didn’t fight—at least not like what appeared to be happening between Faris and Leyla—but things weren’t right and the distance between us was almost painful.
Although I thought it was stupid at first, the more I considered the idea, the better I liked it. Instead of stopping for the night halfway through the sixteen-hour trip back to Minneapolis, I drove straight home. I couldn’t wait to start making things right with Natalie.
By the time I pulled into our driveway, I was so tired I could barely see straight and didn’t bother unpacking my car. After taking a shower in the guest bathroom, I crept into our bedroom. Natalie was already asleep, which was no great surprise. She never stayed up much past ten, and it was already almost two in the morning.
Sprawled on her stomach with the sheet kicked away, she looked like an angel. Her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight, gleaming like alabaster. The ceiling fan whirring lazily overhead stirred a few strands of her silvery hair and I resisted the urge to brush it away to reveal the curve of her shoulder.
There was no time like the present to get started on the Dad Bod Dom Challenge. It had been awhile since we’d last made love. Actually, it had been close to a year because I was an idiot. My dissatisfaction with my job shouldn’t have spilled over into our relationship.
What I wouldn’t give for a do-over. I’d have never let us drift so far apart. Between our respective jobs and the heartbreak of realizing we’d never have a child together, I’d let our marriage flounder. No more. I was the dominant in this relationship, and it was past time I acted like it.
Thankfully, I remembered how to wake a sleeping wife and make her happy about it. Settling in bed next to her, I drew the scent of her floral perfume deep into my lungs. It was criminally expensive, but I loved it.
She grunted irritably, making me smile. I kept it up, brushing soft kisses over her shoulders until she rolled over. I circled a dark peach nipple with a fingertip, remembering how she used to love having them clamped.
No. Bad Dad Bod Dom.
Tonight was for reconnecting with each other. I needed to tell her how much I loved her, and I wanted to hear her say it back. Our playroom in the basement could wait. Lowering my head, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked gently, then teased the other to ripe turgidity with my fingers.
She moaned and arched her back, her head falling to the side as her hips shifted upwards. Her slim hand drifted between her legs and I let her play with herself for a few minutes before covering her fingers with mine.
Waking with a jerk, she let out a frightened squeak and tried to pull her hand free. “Henry? What—”
I kissed my way up her chest to her lips, my cock throbbing at the wetness coating my fingers. “Shh, baby girl. Just relax and let me love you.”
Circling her clit with my thumb, I pressed a finger inside her and she bucked against my hand, letting out a soft whimper of pleasure. It was good for a start, but I wanted to give her more. I kissed her again, relishing her passionate whine, then moved slowly down her body to lay between her legs.
The soft fragrance of her heated passion wafted over me as I lowered my face to her core and licked the sweetness from her swollen flesh. I missed the platinum ring she used to have in her clit hood, but she’d taken it out when we started fertility treatments. Deciding not to go there, I got back to work.
Fresh arousal coated my lips and chin as I devoured her, learning her body all over again. A finger pressed against her g-spot still made her spasm and cry out with delight. I sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue.
She pushed her pussy into my face and tangled her hands in my hair. “Henry! Oh, God, please! I need to come!”
I almost lost control and nutted right there. She remembered. After all this time, Natalie didn’t forget to ask for permission. Giving her clit one last suck, I crawled up and settled between her thighs, then positioned myself at her entrance.
“You can come with me, baby.” I eased my cock into