I slip my hands behind her neck and pull her close so we can kiss. Her mouth is soft and her lips are plump against mine. I want to bite them so bad.
“I like the spankings. We can do that if you want.”
“Hmmm,” I say. “But it’s not on the top of your list?”
She shrugs.
“Well, that’s no fun, Ash. What kind of sex do you want then?”
“I don’t want sex today. I want love.”
Awww. “I can do love, love.” My fingers slip under the silky bra strap and slide it down her shoulder. Her skin still prickles with anticipation when I touch her. Every single time. “You want slow, huh?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You want tender?”
“Yes,” she giggles. “I want slow and tender.” Her hand slips down my shoulder, dipping and rising along the curve of my biceps. Her nails dig into my skin and I grow harder just at the thought of making her feel loved.
“Should we go on a date today?” I ask, sliding the other bra strap down so her full breasts begin to spill out of the cups. I squeeze them gently and kiss her mouth. “Should we take a ride on the gondola for old times’ sake? Or get a room at the Travel Saver Motel and fuck like teenagers?”
She nips my lip as I talk and then her tongue slides in. “Maybe.”
“Should we go eat at the diner and risk bumping into people who will tell you about my atrocious childhood?”
“That’s an idea.”
“Should we say fuck everyone and get on the road and drive to Vegas so we can hold hands in the aquarium?”
“That was the best week of my life,” she sighs, pulling back a little.
“Me too. I mean, we’ve had a lot of great weeks, but that week was so special.”
“Sometimes I wish we could go back, you know? Back to the beginning and redo all those things that brought us together.”
“I don’t need to go back to feel that way, Ashleigh. I like our present. I like you, and the kids, and the house, and the jobs, and everything. It’s all perfect. Why go back and start again?”
“I don’t know,” she says. But she’s sad for some reason, I can tell.
“What’s on your mind?”
She pauses, looking me in the eyes. Her mouth opens like she has something to say, but whatever it was that was going to come out stays put. Something else comes out. “I’m not sure.”
It’s a lie. I can see right through her like she’s glass. But I’m not pushy and Ashleigh knows how to talk about things. She’s a psychologist. She knows what she wants to say, she’s just not sure how to say it yet. So I just give her time. This is how we do things. We give each other time to think before we talk. There are no fights in our house. There’s no drama, or yelling, or name calling. We are very careful with each other.
So I let it go until she’s ready and pull her bra down to release her breasts. I squeeze them a little harder and she sucks in a breath of air. But at the same time, her hand reaches down and she wraps her fingers around the bulge in my pants.
It’s my turn to suck in a breath. Even after all these years one touch is all it takes. I stand up, holding her to my chest as she wraps her legs around me. I place her on the bed and crawl up next to her body, stopping when my knees are on either side of her hips.
“Do I bore you?” I tease.
“Never,” she says through her smile. “You are the farthest thing from boring, Mr. Aston.”
“Mmmm,” I growl as I unhook the front-closing clasp on her bra and slide it down her arms. Her breasts are still perfect. I lean down and bring one nipple to my mouth, sucking on it and kneading it at the same time. Her head tilts back and her hands clasp around my neck, her fingertips threading their way up into my hair.
I place my body over hers, rubbing my dick against her belly, and then reach down and slide her panties aside so I can slip a finger into a pool of wetness. Fuck. She turns me on. I ease back and hook my thumbs underneath the elastic, and then move off her legs so she can lift her knees and slip them down her legs. She bunches them up in her little fist and throws them across the room.
“Now you,” she says, giving me a little wink.
I chuckle as I get off the bed and stand, then let my pants drop to the floor. Her eyes never leave my cock and that shit turns me on so bad. I wrap my hand around my shaft and pump myself a few times, eager to be inside her.
“Slow and tender?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes. I want it like that right now. I just need the love.”
Why? I wonder if I’ve been missing some signals lately and that’s why she feels needy. I hate the very idea. But she doesn’t want to talk right now, I can tell. So instead of asking her, I kneel back down on the bed and place my body over hers. My arms are on either side of her head and I slip my fingers into her hair as I kiss her mouth. She responds by dragging her fingernails down my back in a way that makes every touch receptor fire in my skin.