than I have ever seen before. While I don’t know if he can truly change to make me happy in the way I need, I firmly believe he’s going to try his hardest.
I don’t answer, merely leaning even farther forward to touch my palms to his cheeks. Curving them, I use the leverage to pull him to me and I kiss my husband.
Softly at first, a kiss filled with gratitude for his thoughtfulness.
Deeper after I inhale his fragrance and feel his hands at my ribs.
I can’t seem to stop myself, so I push off the chaise and straddle Jim’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. This kiss goes deeper, Jim groaning in approval at my bold move. His hands slide to my back, then down to my ass. He inches them under my t-shirt—his t-shirt really—and flirts with the edge of my panties.
Immediately, I go soft and wet for him. Just that little touch coupled with his kiss has me yearning for everything from this man. He’s offered to do whatever it takes to make me happy. At this moment, I don’t need another thing.
Jim’s mouth pulls from mine, skating down my neck. I shiver as his lips graze my skin, and he murmurs, “There’s one other thing we could do to recreate that night.”
A bolt of lust hits me between my legs, and Jim pulls back to look at me for permission. His hands are still on my ass as he tilts his head, waiting for my approval.
That night, after he told me he loved me and I said it back, I let Jim touch me between my legs for the first time. It was transcendental for me. In hindsight, I’m surprised I didn’t lose my virginity that night, but Jim is the master at dragging things out to build up the need.
I answer him by pressing my lips to his, fisting my hands in his hair and kissing him hard. Jim groans as he kisses me back.
And then his hand is down the front of my panties, his long finger pressing into me. My head falls back at the feel of that invasion, so thin compared to his cock… but for someone who hasn’t felt that inside of her in such a long time, so filling, too.
My back arches, and I cry out as he crooks his finger inside me. I start to squirm as he drags it out, immediately starting to circle my clit with all the moisture he gathered. My hips start rotating, pushing into his hand, demanding he go faster. Jim’s hand goes to the back of my head and he crushes his mouth on me, our kissing only heightening the pleasure for us because, truly, it’s the most intimate of acts.
It takes no time at all before my husband’s expert ministrations have me breaking apart and it feels so damn good it brings tears to my eyes. I fall into his chest, putting my head on his shoulder as he withdraws his hand from my panties. He pulls my t-shirt down in the back, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist to hold me to him. I can feel the hard length of his erection pressed against my core, yet he makes no move to do anything about it.
He won’t either.
His goal was to recreate that night we first gave our hearts to each other, and he’s done it to perfection.
We sit like that for what seems like hours, but it’s not. I don’t want it to end, but Jim disentangles our bodies, lifting me into a standing position along with him.
One hand wraps around my neck to hold me in place, and I feel the press of his lips on my forehead. “Goodnight, Ella. I love you.”
“Goodnight,” I reply, and because I never stopped loving him, I give the words back.
It’s the fact Jim continues to walk away through the darkness to the side gate that assures me he knows this was a start, but that’s all it was.
I grab my box of oatmeal cream pies and blow out the candles, leaving the grape juice behind. I’ll come out in the morning to clean it up. I pad back into the house to my bedroom.
Before I go to bed, I eat one of the cookies as I lean against my headboard. I replay this evening, from the moment Jim sent me that text. More than once, I replay the orgasm I just had, which I swear I can still feel tingling between