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“I guess I really shouldn’t be complaining, I mean, we’ve got a nearly perfect life… beautiful house, two great kids, really everything anyone could want…” I said into the phone, as I cut up chunks of chicken to toss in the pasta I was making for dinner. “Then what are you complaining about?” Tarah asked. “I just feel like, we.. Nick and I … got lost somewhere along the way..”I started saying, but was cut off by a high-pitched shriek. “Hang on, Tarah.” I covered the phone with my hand and peeked around the corner into the living room to investigate. I turned back into the kitchen and shouted, “JACOB!!! If you are ANYWHERE NEAR your sister with that thing, so help me God you will not be able to sit down for a WEEK!!!” I heard the clatter as the offending object was tossed to the floor and Jacob mutter “How does she do that??” “Alright, I’m back.” I said, putting the phone back up to my ear. “What were they doing now?” Tarah laughed. “When Nick was in Sevilla he brought Jacob back this, like, matador’s sword.. we told him he could keep it in his room if he didn’t play with it, but his new hobby has become chasing Chels around the house with it.” I sighed. “And to think he wants another one..” Chelsea came bounding into the room then and wrapped herself around my legs, “Thanksh, momma.” “You alright, Chelsea Belle?” I asked, straightening her ponytail. “Yesh.” She ran off again, yelling at Jacob. “Did I hear that right?” Tarah asked. “Nick wants another kid?” “Yeah… he told me like last week, he’d just collapsed into bed after an exhausting evening of swimming with the kids and said, ‘Chels is four, Jacob’s seven.. I think now would be a good time… we should have another one.’” I said, returning to chopping my chicken and cursing under my breath as I almost cut my finger. “What did you say?” “I didn’t. I don’t so much mind the idea of another baby.. It’s just.. I don’t know.. if he was ever home, he’d be the perfect father- he's so good with them.. but I think he’s got kind of this distorted view of what it’s like having kids. It’s always a party when he’s home, but then he leaves again, and I’m the one that plays room mother at school, goes to the parent-teacher conferences because Jacob can’t sit still in class or keeps playing pranks on the other kids, deals with Chelsea's "slumber parties"… but what I really wanted to say, more than any of that, was just, ‘Nick, that would require having sex.’ It amazes me that this is the same guy who wanted to do it, like, three times a day when we first got married… and now nine years and two kids later.. I can’t remember the last time he so much as touched me in a way that would even suggest he may still think about sex.” I knew I was rambling, but I also knew Tarah expected that from me and would understand. I heard her take a deep breath and then she said, “Anna.. you don’t think he could be cheating on you, do you?” Everything seemed to stop right then, I’d never even considered that possibility. “But… but.. I .. I always know.. where he is.. he’s got the kids..”I stammered. I did always know where he was, except for when he was on the road, but I knew what that was like, too. The year I’d spent on the road with him had been anything but conducive to finding time to spend with each other. “Calm down.. I really don’t think he would, I just couldn’t tell if that’s where you were going with this.” “I don’t think he would, either. It just seems like, when he’s home, all he wants to do is hang out with the kids- fishing with Jacob, watching Chelsea trying to learn a dance routine off MTV- and that makes him happy… but then it’s like, where do I fit in here?” I tossed the chunks of chicken into the oven and hopped up on the counter, leaning back against the cabinets. “Where is Nick today?” Tarah asked. “He went into Orlando, to argue with someone about something.. I don’t actually remember.. he told me while I was fighting with Jacob to brush his teeth..” I said, knowing there had to be someway to convince a seven-year-old that teeth-brushing was indeed a good idea. “Okay, you know what we’re going to do? Get Jacob and Chels ready, I’m going to come over and pick them up- we’ll go to the beach or something, and they can spend the night over here, and you, my friend, are going to seduce your husband and make him remember why he used to want to do you three times a day.” Tarah said, making it a demand more than a suggestion. “Seduce? That words seems to have found it’s way out of my vocabulary… what exactly does that mean?” “It means that you’re going to go to Victoria’s Secret, or Frederick’s of Hollywood or that skanky sex shop across town, and find something that is going to make those blue eyes fall right out of his head and reduce him to a mere mass of hormones and testosterone who’s only mission is to make love to you until you can’t walk straight.” she answered. I was just about to tell her that no, she didn’t have to take the kids, and I didn’t have time to do something like that when the cat came running through the kitchen yowling with Chelsea trying to grab her tail and Jacob chasing after Chelsea. “I’ll have them ready in twenty minutes, Tarah.” ~~~~ After I'd kissed the kids good-bye and thanked Tarah profusely- I had to figure out what to do. I didn't want to pounce on him right when he walked in the door- he never responded well to that. And I wasn't going to put candles all over the house and have piano music playing- he'd walk in and be asleep on the couch before he even realized I was in the house. So I decided to go back to the way things had been- long before we ever had kids. I put the pasta and chicken in the fridge and grabbed the car keys- heading off to the mall. I wasn't going to Frederick's of Hollywood- not Nick's thing, he'd be more amused than turned on. I didn't need to go to the sex toy shop, I didn't want an all out production with props, I just wanted sex with my husband. I hurried into Victoria's Secret for soemthing simple and eye-catching, and black. His favorite color may be green, but when it comes to lingerie, it's black that drives him wild. I passed by all the frilly see-through stuff and headed back to the slightly sexier-than-everyday-wear, at least for me, now... the satin push-up bras and tiny thongs. Nick's a sucker for T & A- and I intended to give him an eyeful. I found what I was looking for pretty fast- before any of the high school aged sales girls could attack me with a cloud of perfume. I made my purchase and quickly left the mall, debating whether I needed to make any more stops before heading home. When I got home I lit two candles- rain and sandalwood- about the only two scents that Nick could/would tolerate and let their gentle aromas waft through the house. The first order of business for me was to pick up the toys scattered around. Nothing kills a lusty mood like tripping over a Barbie or remote control car on the way to the bedroom. After my cleaning spree I called Nick on his cell phone, to try to get some idea of how long I had to carry out the rest of my plans. When he picked up the phone he was laughing and I asked what was up. "Hey Chiquita. I was just laughing 'cause I still had the thing on vibrate from when I was in the meeting, so when you called it startled me." he chuckled. "Geek." I giggled. "So, when are you going to be home?" "I'm walking out the door now.. I promised Jacob I'd watch wrestling with him tonight.." he said, and I could hear the car door slam. "Alright. I'll see you soon. " I replied, thinking 'no, we'll be doing the wrestling tonight.' "Yep. Love you." "I love you, too." I hung up and went upstairs to our bedroom, pausing for a second in front of a picture of us, from right before we got married at a Halloween costume party. I'd gone dressed up as the Chiquita banana chic- complete with the fruit basket headdress- which had been where my now infamous nickname came from. My older brother had always called me Anna Banana, which resulted in my wearing that costume, and now Nick called me Chiquita. It was cheesy as all hell, but I had to admit I loved it. Nick had dressed as Tarzan - on the basis that Tarzan would likely be inclined to eat bananas... he did that night at least. I smiled at the memory and went to change clothes. I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt and normal everyday underwear- white lace bra and light blue bikini panties. Damn, I'd gotten kind of boring lately. I put the thong on first- wiggling around a little, trying to reacquaint myself with the feeling. I hadn't had a pair of these on since... I found out we were expecting Jacob. Once I got my breasts situated in the confines of the push-up bra, I took a glance in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw in the reflection. Now I just hoped Nick would be, too. I grabbed a pair of Nick's basketball shorts and rolled the waist up a bit so they wouldn't hang too low and then found a jersey that I strategically buttoned, not showing too much, just enough to tease a little. Next on my list was calling the pizza place. They'd practically known Nick and I on a "send each other Christmas cards" level while we were dating and when we first got married. Ordering a pizza had been so much easier than cooking, and we generally had other things on our minds besides food. The last thing on my agenda for recreating the world that once revolved around just us was finding a movie. Neither one of us was really "party people" and we'd spent many perfectly happy nights at home watching a movie and then fucking each other senseless on the couch. Yes, those were the days. My first intuition was to pick our mutual favorite, "Braveheart" but on second thought, I wasn't about to sit through a three hour movie. The entire prospect of the night now had me horny as hell. I finally settled on "Aliens" despite my intense hatred of the movie- because it would give me a good excuse to cuddle with him and hide my face against his chest when the parts that freaked me out came on. I went back upstairs to blow out the candles and pull my hair back into a loose french braid. Nick liked it like that, especially when he's pull the scrunchie off it and I'd shake the braid out- he always said that was so sexy. Which was precisely what I was going for tonight. I made sure the lights were set on dim and then went to get the door when the pizza arrived. I put the pizza in the oven to keep it warm and set the movie in the DVD player. Okay, everything was ready, all I need was Nick. I'd no sooner finished my thought, when I heard the garage door going up. I went back into the kitchen and got the plates and soda out, and was pouring his Mountain Dew when he walked in the door. I handed him the glass and gave him a soft kiss, "Glad you're home, love." He smiled and looked me up and down. "So am I." He took a sip of the soda and scanned the kitchen, the kids would have normally come running in to attack him for hugs by now. "What's going on? Where are the kids?" I handed him a plate loaded with pizza, "The kids are at Tarah's and you and I are going to watch a movie." I got my stuff and headed into the den and sat down on the couch, waiting for him to join me. A few minutes later he appeared, pizza in one hand, soda in the other and had changed clothes- blue and grey flannel pajama pants and a wifebeater- he was looking more delicious all the time. I wondered if he'd caught on to my plan yet. He didn't give me a clue either way as he flopped down on the couch and asked what we were watching. I scooted over beside him, to lean against him and started the movie. He recognized it instantly, "You hate this thing!" "Yeah, but you like it, so I can deal with it.. if you don't mind me ending up in your lap." I said, smiling coyly. He gave me a sexy little smirk and rearranged himself on the couch so he could still eat, but I could lay back against him. And then, I completely lost his attention to the television. I let it go for a little while- until we'd both finished eating, but then, I was getting impatient. And I was more than a little annoyed when I got up to take away the plates and he didn't even realize I'd left. I decided it was time to turn his attention to me. I came back into the room and sat sideways on his lap, slipping my arm around him and putting my head on his shoulder. I started lightly running my nails back and forth over his shoulders, just under his shirt and then slowly moving up the back of his neck. When I got to gently tugging at his hair, he whimpered very faintly, almost a sigh. He didn't make any moves to return my attention, but at least I knew I had some of his now. I continued to play with his hair and leaned down to nip at his neck. I could feel him tense as my teeth grazed over the super-sensitive spot just below his ear. I knew he was going to try to stay focused on the movie for as long as possible, and that was fine... the longer the wait, the better the reward, hopefully. I kept moving my nipping up- to where I was nibbling on his earlobe, my hands moving down to inch the wifebeater he had on up then off. His gaze still didn't turn from the television, even as I pulled the wifebeater off. God, he was going to make me work for this. I rearranged myself to straddle his lap and suck on his collarbone. The only reaction I got was for him to gently move my head to the side when my position threatened to block his view of the screen. After that, I'd had enough. I got off his lap and turned the lights up a little. I stood right in front of the television and made eye contact with him when he indignantly looked up to find out what I was doing. I kept looking at him as I very slowly unbuttoned the jersey I had on, letting it fall open to expose my very impressive looking breasts, thanks to the new bra. Nick must have approved of my purchase, I saw a faint glimmer of recognition of my actions as I slid the shorts off. I turned around just long enough to turn the tv off and for Nick to get a glimpse of my bared backside in the thong. I sauntered over to him, "Remember this?" The smirk on his face and visibly growing bulge in his pajama pants was all the answer I needed. I flashed him a sexy grin and a wink, before heading towards our bedroom, a little extra sway in my hips as I walked. He was behind me immediately, his hand sliding around my waist, pulling me back to him. He swept my braid to the side, his lips began ravaging the back and sides of my neck. His hands slid over my hips and underneath the waistband of my panties, to teasingly brush over my clit before pulling away and spinning me around to kiss me. When he broke the kiss, I was breathless, completely overcome with my desire for him. He reached to lift me up against his chest and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me softly and whispered, "Of course I remember this." I smiled at him, and my lips met his again, as he carried me the rest of the way to our bedroom. I caressed his tongue with mine, tempting him to take control of the kiss. Instead he lay me down on the bed, and straddled my hips with his knees. He licked his lips and leaned down to trail his tongue over my breast along the outline of my bra- which has suddenly become an annoyance- I wanted it off- wanted to feel his chest rubbing over my nipples... a simple action that always made me go crazy. He scooted back a little and continued his licks and nibbles down my body, pausing to flick his tongue in and out of my belly button. I moaned and instinctively arched my back, encouraging him to go further, make me want him even more. His hand slid underneath me and deftly unhooked my bra, then tugged it off- causing me to sigh with relief. Then he eased my panties off, tossing them to join my bra on the floor near the bed. His hands slipped up my legs- over my calves, gently caressing and teasing as he neared my thighs. He leaned down, skimming his lips over my inner thighs, coming very near to where I wanted to feel his lips and tongue the most, then moving away, causing me to whimper. I loved the taunting, but at the same time, just wanted him to make me cum, moaning his name. I made myself be patient- this was what I wanted, his attention- and I was getting it. He pushed my thighs further apart, settling between them, and very slowly trailed his finger over my slit. I watched him bring his finger to his mouth and lick my taste off. He smiled, "Even better than I remember." He lowered his head, his tongue gently lapping at me at first, then quickly darting inside of me, pressing against my inner walls. I gasped and thrust my hips towards him, it had been too long, I wanted this too much, it almost felt too good. His tongue snaked up to my clit, soft strokes at first, then increasing pressure with each pass. My breathing was already labored, my body was responding to everything so quickly, probably out of the need to be feeling him again. I could feel him nipping very gently at my clit and shrieked, little shocks running through my body. "Nick... please... baby.. come here.." I think it was getting to him too, being in this place again, he may have wanted to play with me a little first, but he wanted attention, too, and quickly slid up my body, pausing only long enough to swirl his tongue over my nipples. His lips attacked mine in a fierce kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers skimming over his shoulders, continuing the kiss as I finally felt him guiding himself inside of me. He slid very slowly inside of me, allowing me to savor the delicious feeling of being ever-so-slightly stretched to accomodate him. He moved his hands to wrap my legs around his waist, and sighed. "I love you... love feeling you like this..." His head dropped to kiss over my neck, as my hands slid down his back, trying to hold him closer against me. His hips rocked in a slow sexy motion, like he was teasing both of us, just to see how long we could stand it. I couldn't take much more, I wanted... even needed to feel him, feel his release. "Baby.. please... more..." I moaned, breathlessly. I knew he couldn't resist my pleas.. he never had been able too. He growled softly, nipping at my earlobe, and slipped his arms underneath me, tightening his grip on me as he began to thrust faster, slipping almost entirely out of me before thrusting back in harder and deeper. My eyes locked with Nick's as I began moving with him, the heat between our bodies seeming to reach an almost feverish level. I could see so much in his gaze, not just that he wanted me, wanted this, but that he loved me, and seeing that had always made the passion, the experience seem so much more extreme for me. I could feel the rush, the creeping tingles of my climax building quickly, my pussy beginning to tighten around his cock, massaging his length, causing him to groan. The feeling spread through my whole body, almost in a blinding flash, it seemed. I tried to keep my eyes on Nick's as I threw my head back, and a strangled sounding moan escaped my lips- my entire body reacting to the intensely pleasant spasms of my pussy contracting on his pulsing cock. "Anna..." he kept repeating my name, a whispered moan, over and over, as he continued to move against me. I caught his gaze again, my fingers slipping up over the back of his neck, he shuddered and then bowed his head to nibble and suck at my neck, moving along my collarbone. His nips became harder, as I could feel him tensing, his muscles becoming taut, and that whimper- the soft whine- and I knew he was going to cum. I slipped my hand between us, stroking my clit- an action that never failed to excite him and he came, rocking both of us, hearing him and feeling him... his release set me off again. Not quite so intense as the first, but it lasted longer, and the effect seemed doubled by Nick's breathless kisses across my chest. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking directly into my eyes. "I love you, Chiquita." He smiled and kissed me, slowly and sensuously. His tongue traced my lips before he pulled away, "I'm sorry... I know we... I.. need to make more time for us. It's always been you and I.. and it's still going to be you and I... when the kids have grown up... I love our life now.. but I love just being with you, too." I sighed, he'd said everything I needed to hear, made me feel everything I needed to feel again. I hugged him tightly, "I love you, too.. that's what I wanted this... wanted you to remember this... I love that you enjoy the kids so much.. but I want you to enjoy me, too." He gave me a sheepish sort of grin, and rolled over, so I was laying on his chest. His fingers began slipping through my hair, "I do enjoy you... everyday I think how smart I was.. how lucky I am, to have married you. You're my girl..." He kissed my forehead, "They're spending the night at Tarah's?" I looked up at him,"Yeah..." He smiled at me, and pulled me up, to look directly in my eyes. "Then I intend to spend the rest of night, remembering just how much I enjoy you." "Mmmm.. sounds good to me." I said, leaning down to kiss him. |
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"Looking at you, I can't believe it's true, I've got someone who's crazy over me. Here and now, I'm sure that I've found what true love is and what love should be. When you hold me, then I know- that's where I belong and I don't want to let you go.. nowhere in this world I'd rather be. Heaven's here, between your lips and mine.. It's you and me until the end of time." ("Until the End of Time" Jordan Hill) |