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Warnings: Parts NSFW, Smut, Full on slightly rough sex, shameless product placement, slight angst
Tuesday
Blinking in the morning light, I groan awake flat on my back. My left arm up over my head. James’ left arm is wrapped over my ribs. He’s on his stomach, but his face is buried in my side. He snorfels some as I stretch, his mustache tickling my side making me giggle. He blows a mouth fart on my side. I laugh out right at the vibrations in my chest. He tightens his hold on me and blows another. I can feel his smile as I squeal in laughter. He blows yet another, laughing himself. “No more! I gotta pee!” I squeak.
James lifts his arm from my ribs, “I concede the point to peeage!”
I almost leap from the bed and run to the bathroom. Washing up after, James pads in and gently scoops my 5 foot 2 frame into his 6 foot 1 body, kissing me. “Morning.”
I kiss him right back, “Morning.” I pad out naked to the kitchen and start the coffee pot.
“Aren’t you afraid people can look in your windows?” James asks. He’s put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top.
Shaking my head, “Nope. Tinted windows. As long as the lights aren’t on inside, I can’t be seen from outside. Besides, this window overlooks the park.” As I pad back to my bedroom, “Who’s gonna peep on me? A squirrel?”
“Never know!” he says loudly. “Those little buggers can’t be trusted!”
Digging into my closet, I pull out a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. Stopping in the bathroom, I pull up my hair. I get back to the kitchen just as the coffee pot beeps that it’s done. I hand James a mug, “Here ya go. I’ll be right back.” Going to the front door, I collect the newspaper. Carl will make sure that I get one in the mornings. Stopping at the dining table, I plop the newspaper down and do a quick glance through. The usual pre-holiday sales inserts take up most of it. Leaving it there, I walk toward the kitchen.
“I have yours here” James says from the living room. He’s on the sofa, sipping his coffee. My mug is on the table.
I make the turn and go into the living room. “Thanks” I breath, picking up the mug and taking a big slug.
“Did I get it right this time?” he smiles.
“Yes. It’s perfect!” I lean over and kiss him deeply. His hand cups the back of my head, holding me in the kiss. When we part, we are both breathing a little harder. “What time are you planning on going to the office?” I ask him.
He collects my mug, sets both on the table. “Later” he purrs at me as he carries me back to the bedroom, kissing me the whole way there. He lays me down under his body. Kneeling over me, his hands on either side of my ribs. My right hand reaches up and snarls into his silvered locks. My left hand grabs his right bicep. My legs are trapped between his. Our lips have yet to break from each other. He shifts his knees up closer to my ribs, freeing his arms. Still kissing me, he tugs my tank top up exposing my breasts. His big hands gently cup, message, palm and squeeze them. His fingers start to tease my nipples. I groan against his lips, my back arching into his chest, my fingers in his hair tighten making him sigh. He finally breaks our kiss and tugs his tank top off. He helps me pull mine all the way off. My hands wander over his chest and stomach. His tattoos and downy silver chest hairs get traced and tugged by my fingers. Moving backward on his knees, he tugs my yoga pants off as he gets off the bed and his shorts add to the pile of clothes on the floor. His eyes drink in my body. I’m outright panting at the sight of his naked frame at the foot of my bed. His erection bouncing off his belly. A wicked grin spreads across his face, “Up or down?”
I slowly run my hands up my body from my hips to my breasts, “You are the guest” I sigh out. “You get to pick.”
Leaning over, he grabs my ankles, “You are wicked this morning!” he flips me to my stomach. Before I can move, he’s between my legs, lifting my hips up on his thighs, his strong hands holding me tight, my back arched deeply, cheek pressed into the bedding. I can feel his cock pressed up against my dripping cunt. I groan loudly. I can feel his hand move between our bodies and position his head against my entrance. He tugs on my hips forcing just his cockhead into me. I gasp. “You are tight and wet” he groans.
“You are so damned thick” I whimper.
He chuckles wickedly at me. I can feel his legs shift. I know what he’s going to do. I can’t help myself, my walls grip his cockhead tightly. He groans loudly. “Fuk, that feels good!” as his fingers dig sharply into my hips. He patiently waits for me to relax. It’s hard to do with him just barely in me knowing what’s next. He runs his hands up my back from my ass to my neck and back down again, several times. I slowly relax, which eases the hold my gummy walls have on his dickhead. With one more run up my back with his hands, in one swift motion he grabs my upper arms, lifts his hips and completely impales me on his raging cock. I bury my face into the mattress with the primal noises that escape my mouth. He holds me there, cock buried balls deep into me, grunting. Then he slowly starts rocking his hips, slowly drawing in and out of my core. He begins to pick up the rhythm of his strokes. Each one a little harder than the one before. Deeper. Impossibly deeper. Harder. More primal. Neither one of us capable of forming a coherent word. The tension in my belly begins building fast. My breathing becomes ragged. I struggle in his hold which makes him tug me harder. I can feel his cock twitching inside me. His strokes becoming sloppy. Suddenly, he drops my arms, his body pressing me down into the mattress, his arms on either side of me, his lips next to my ear, “Mine” he growls as he reaches his pinnacle. My hips lift in to his as my orgasm slams into me. I scream into the mattress again. My gummy walls squeeze every last drop out of him as he makes a couple more thrusts into me. Then he collapses onto my body. Neither one of us can move. Both of us panting. His cock gently slides out of me. After a moment, he turns my head pulling my face out of the mattress. He kisses my temple. I huff out a laugh. He slowly rolls off my body, but pulls me to him, stroking my hair. I flop an arm over his ribs. “Now” he pants out, “that is a great way to start the day!”
“Yes” I kiss his ribs. “Yes it is.”
We both doze.
His chest hairs tickling my nose wake me. I roll slightly off his body. He’s sound asleep. His dark blonde eyelashes lay against his cheeks. They have just begun to show the silver that covers the rest of his body. I lay there watching him. Enjoying the shared warmth of our bodies intertwined. His penis flaccid and pressed against my thigh. Just a short time ago it had almost split me in two. I could still feel the inner stretch it had caused in me. I heave out a sigh. His eyes flutter open. Those glacier blue pools take me in and his face lights up in a smile. One hand he runs over my back, the other gently rubs my hip. “How you doing?” he mumbles.
I smile at him. “I’m excellent.”
His head lolls back on to the pillow. “I bet our coffees are cold.”
I bust out laughing. He looks at me and joins the laughter. Patting my hip, “Let’s get cleaned up.”
I shift out of his arms. He climbs out of the bed and holds a hand out to help me. Arms wrapped around each other, we head into the bathroom. A quick body shower revives me. James does the whole shebang. But then, he does have plans for the day. I wrap a towel around me, giving his back a kiss, I let him have the bathroom. Picking up my discarded yoga pants and top, I quickly get dressed. Then I tidy the bed. Damn, but we made a mess of it! I pick up his shorts and tank, fold them and put them on the foot of the bed. I pull on a sweater as my shoulders are getting chilled. James’ arms snake around my body, he buries his face into my neck. His freshly shaven cheeks are smooth. His cologne subtle but arousing. His mustache tickles my neck. I twist in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. He leans down and kisses me. Then he looks at me and heaves a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just happy” he says quietly.
I run my hands down the back of his head to his neck to his shoulders “That makes me happy.” I stand on tip toe to kiss him.
Sighing again, he hugs me. Then gently eases his grip. He goes to his suitcase, “Do you know what today’s weather is supposed to be?”
“Depends on where you’re going.”
“uhm, Midtown I think is where the office is.”
“It’ll be windy there.” Sitting down on the bed, “Mid 30’s for the high today.”
James pulls out a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black sweater. His underwear has the only bright spot with its red stripe and lettering in the waistband. I kiss his bare back and let him get dressed. If I’d stayed, the bed would not only need to be remade, again, but the sheets would definitely have to be washed today. Actually, I should probably wash the ones we just used. But that can wait. Moving into the living room, I collect our coffee mugs. Going into the kitchen, I dump the contents out. I remake my mug. I still have three articles to crank out today. Going to the dining table, I re-start looking at the newspaper again. I pull out a couple of holiday shopping ads that pique my curiosity.
“Anything interesting?”
“Just a couple of ads so far.” I push them closer to James. “Otherwise, nope.”
Placing both his hands on the sides of my face, James kisses me. “Do you think I’ll need the big coat?”
Nodding, “I’d suggest you take it. It’s better to have it and not need it than to not have it and want it.”
Kissing my forehead, “Sage advise.” He pats his pockets. “Phone.”
“Charging on my office desk.”
“Oh yeah.” He goes into my office and returns checking it. “Management says that they’ll send a car service to pick me up.”
“Do you want to be incognito or get the hoopla?” James looks at me. “Towncar service will always draw attention in this town.”
“Incognito.”
“Let me ring Carl. He’ll get you in touch with Rudy.” I go into my office, setting my coffee down by my computer – which I power on - and call downstairs. A few minutes later, “James, give me your phone please.” He hands it to me. I enter a couple of numbers into it. Handing it back to James, “You now have Carl’s number. You also have listed under ‘Taxi’ Rudy’s number. Rudy has been the go to cabbie for years. And I added my address to my contact info.” I take a sip of coffee and pick up my phone sending a quick text. His phone buzzes. “That’s the grocery store from last night.”
James puts his phone in his pants pocket, “You are amazing.” He leans over and plants a solid kiss on me. Standing up, he looks at his watch. “I better get going.”
“Carl will ring you when Rudy gets here” I smile at him. James again plants a kiss on me, his hand cupping the back of my head. His phone buzzes. “Car’s here” I say against his lips.
He chuckles but stands up. As we walk to the front door, James collects his big coat. A thought suddenly hits me. “Wait wait wait” I say scampering to the kitchen. I pull from the front of a drawer a key ring. It only has one key on it. I hand it to James.
“What’s this?”
I smirk at him, “The key to my front door.”
He looks at me. “Really?”
I nod. “Please don’t lose that key ring. Grandmother gave it to me.”
Clutching the item in his hand to his heart, “I promise.” His phone buzzes again.
I kiss him, “Better get going.” We walk to the front door. “Have a great day!”
He kisses me, “You too!”
Then he’s out the door and it clicks closed behind him. I stand there a moment. I haven’t been alone since our fight three months ago. But this is different. I feel secure. Grabbing the morning paper, I return to my office and log into work.
I am two paragraphs from finishing the last article when I hear, “Honey! I’m home!”
“I’m in the office” I call out giggling. James wanders in and smiles at me. “What?”
“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”
“Uhm no.” I giggle slightly. “Two more paragraphs and I’m done for the week!”
James kisses the top of my head, “Hurry up!”
Five minutes later, I complete the article. Saving it and my notes file, I send the links to both author and my boss. I exit out of my work server and power down my machine. Collecting my long cold coffee mug, I leave my office. I find James again standing at the living room window. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind.
“Come here” he says pulling me around in front of him. He cups my face and kisses me deeply.
I sniff, “You found a cigar bar.”
A smirk lifts his lips, “I did.”
“How’d things go with the managers?”
His hands begin working on my back, “Good. They insisted on taking me to Tavern on the Green for lunch. Then to a cigar bar.” He kissed my hair. “They wanted to take me out to dinner, but I begged off.” He again kisses me deeply. “I wanted to be with you.” His hands run down my arms and I wince. With concerned filled eyes, James tugs my sweater open. My upper arms are very black and blue where he’d grabbed them earlier this morning. His face pales.
I reach up to his face cupping it with both hands, “Don’t.” My fingers gently stroke his face. He’d been served papers, shortly after our argument, being charged with rape. The claimant saying that her evidence were old photos showing that he’d bruised her. The case was thrown out when it was brought to light that she’d tried to accuse several other stars of the same thing using the same photos. But it had unnerved James. Because he’s a big man and – I’m not complaining – likes things a little on the rough side in bed. “Don’t you go down that path. We both know what put these on my arms.” I pull his forehead to mine. “I completely enjoyed this morning.” I kiss his lips, chin, neck. He shudders a sigh. “Look at me.” His blue eyes find my brown ones. “I’m ok.” I kiss him again. “Nothing a little arnica oil can’t fix.”
His hands press against my back, “But not before tomorrow night.”
I smile up at him, “That gown is long sleeved.” I can see him digging into his memories and then smiles at me. I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
He kisses my forehead again sighing. “I brought back dinner.” His eyes light up, “And I got a really good looking set of ribs for Sunday!” He grabs my hand and pulls me to the kitchen. Again, kid with the key to the candy shop. He pulls out the ribs and unwraps them. They really do look great. He’d also gotten corn bread mix and some beans. He rewraps the ribs and stows them in the fridge. Then he pulls up a large bag from Tavern on The Green. He’d ordered us each a Rack of Lamb. They smell wonderful.
“James … wow.”
“You’ve never been there?”
I just shake my head. He moves me to the dining table and begins setting out our dinner, talking the whole time about the experience. I just smile at him. After putting out everything, he finally takes a chair. He smiles at me, “Dinner’s served madam” using his really lousy French accent.
It was amazing. Then he pulls out the four desserts he’d ordered. “I couldn’t decide on just one.” We share the Bing Cherry Crème Brule, the Key Lime Tart, the Chocolate Chip Cookie Brownie and the classic New York Cheesecake slice. Neither of us could finish them. I lean back in my chair, patting a very full belly, “I think I over did.”
He pats his, “Me too.” And belches loudly.
Together we clean up, then sink into the sofa. I curl up into him. He wraps an arm around me, the other he strokes my hair. We just sit there, enjoying being together. No need to talk. I lay a hand on his chest, gently messaging him. He lifts my chin. His glorious blue eyes sparkling. I smile. He kisses me. Tenderly. Softly. Then he tucks me close to him. I sigh into his chest. The next thing I know, he’s pulling the sheets up over us both in bed. I kiss his bare chest and let sleep reclaim me.