I know, right? Exactly why I need the help. “I’d rather show you, if that’s okay.”
“Of course.” He glances at the bed. “Can I sit down for this?”
“Mm-hmm.” I scurry to the dresser and open the box inside the drawer, drawing out just one condom wrapper. I turn around, keeping it behind my back, and join him on the bed.
I sit right beside him. Close enough that in a second, I can pull my hand from behind my back and set it on his thigh.
“Grace,” he says, his voice low and private. “If you have something you need help with, you can always ask me anything. I’m happy to show you anything you might want to know.”
“Really?” I look up at him and smile. “Do you mean that?”
A faint smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Yes.”
I lean in and kiss him. Innocently.
He groans.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth.
Then I climb off the bed and stand in front of him, between his legs. He leans back, bracing himself on his hands, which is perfect.
“I need to know how to put on a condom,” I say in a rush, pulling it from behind my back. I hold it out to show him, then drop my gaze to his erection. “And you’re the only one I can think of to ask.”
“Grace,” he rumbles. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. I’ve seen it before, you know. In the shower. It’s okay. It’s just scientific.”
That smile is back. “Is it, though? Are you sure you aren’t being curious?”
“I promise.”
He thinks about it for a second, then shrugs. “Okay. Go get a cucumber.”
“No!” My protest is real, and so is the laugh he lets out.
He grabs me and hauls me onto the bed, tickling my sides. “Are you sure you aren’t also a little curious about what Daddy’s cock looks like?”
I squeak. “Okay, yes, maybe that.”
“That’s okay, Grace. Just be honest with me next time.”
He kisses me softly, not quite so innocently this time, and I dart my tongue out to meet his as it licks my lower lip.
“That’s not scientific,” he whispers.
“But it is very curious, right?”
“Very.” He kisses me again, deeper this time, and the condom drops out of my hand.
He picks it up, then rolls off the bed. “All right, let’s get back to your assignment. When you take the condom out of the wrapper, you want to hold it like this, so it will unroll…” He demonstrates by rolling it a little bit down two fingers. “Like that. If it’s flipped the other way, it won’t unroll. That’s the most common user error.”
“Can I try?”
“Sure.” He hands over the condom, and looks expectantly at my fingers.
I blush. “I meant can I try on your…cock.”
He closes the gap between us and exhales as he hugs me to his body. I wrap my arms around him first, then slowly slide my fingers along his waistband, remembering how much he liked it when I tugged on his belt in the kitchen. “Please?”
I lean back, and the unexpected movement pulls him back onto the bed. As he tumbles, I scramble up him and get his belt undone.
He’s breathing hard, letting me go. Pretending I’m doing it without permission, maybe.
I press up against him as my hand slides into his boxers. “Oh, you’re so hard,” I breathe. “Is that because I was talking about putting a condom on you?”
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck.”
“It’s okay. You said this was our little secret, remember? You said I could rub against you any time I wanted.”
“I meant with our clothes on,” he groans. “Not like this. If you put a condom on me, Grace, I’m going to want to fuck you.”
“Will you?” I gasp. “Will you fuck me? Will you use your big Daddy cock to show me what it feels like to be fucked with a condom on?”
“For science?”
“No,” I whisper. “Just for me. This has made me all hot and achy. Like I need some kind of release.”
“I bet it has. Me, too.” He his hand around mine and squeezes, his erection throbbing in our shared grip. Then he crawls on top of me, bracketing my body with his. “Me, Luke. I want you, Grace.”
I pull him down on top of me. I want his cock inside my body. I want to feel how hard he is for me.
It's been too long.
That's mine.
He pulls my clothes off as I find the condom, now abandoned and covered in lint. Swearing, he hops off the bed and goes to my dresser. “You have more in here?”
I nod.
He’s back in a flash, his own clothes flying off at a remarkable rate.
And then he’s on top of me, sheathed and ready. I lift my hips, eager for him, more than ready, even though I wasn’t sure.
But I am now. I need him.
He rocks just the head in, taking his time. I stretch around him, crying out, and he makes the most beautiful sounds. It’s okay, you can take it, it won’t hurt for long. Horny, fictional lines that make me gush.
He pumps his cock into me in short, jerky thrusts. Just the tip, throbbing and pulsing as he comes. I imagine the hot spurts filling me up and my pussy flutters, already primed.
“God, Luke, just fucking do it, I need you.” I claw at him. “Fuck me hard, fuck me so deep.”
“I’m going to—”
“I don’t care.”
“Grace—”
“I’m there, too. Come with me. Deep. Fill me up.”
He shudders as he thrust all the way in, restraint evaporating as I begin to clench around him. I’ve never come this fast before. It’s a freight train of need, and now I’m shaking, the orgasm rioting through me as he bucks his hips. His left hand clenches in my hair as his right blindly grabs my calf, then my ankle, bending my leg up and open.
His fingers tighten around my ankle as he shouts my name again.
I close my eyes and sink into it, floating in the pleasure of my husband reclaiming my body. Finally. Yes.
Grace.
Yes.
28
Luke
I’m starting to think I might never return to the office, and I don’t mind that idea at all. I’ve gotten used to working from home. Grace and I can have leisurely mornings together, and then when she goes to the studio, I’m able to think about the big picture finance decisions without constant interruptions.
I know why Sam likes it so much now.
But it also raises the question of whether or not we’re still the right people to lead this firm. Just because we founded it doesn’t mean we need to stay there forever. Maybe I just want to be an angel investor for the rest of my career.
There’s certainly enough money in that, and it would give me more time to devote to Grace.
I spend a lot of time thinking about our relationship as a long-term project. Trips I’d like us to take together, hobbies we might take up.
“How do you feel about tai chi?” I ask her as I browse the YMCA’s website one evening.
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” she asks with a laugh.