Maya lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his luminous eyes. “I think we healed each other, Richard.” Her lips trembled as he pulled her closer and kissed her so tenderly tears leaked from her eyes. These tears were happy tears. She nestled to him and he caressed her back in slow, hypnotic strokes.
“I swear your skin is like silk under my fingertips.”
* * * *
Boone returned home with Kendall that afternoon. The drapes on the front windows were drawn and the house was quiet, dark, and cool when they entered.
Kendall silently followed him down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door was open, and he smiled in satisfaction when he looked inside and saw them. Richard was crashed hard, and Maya was asleep, sprawled on top of him, her head on his shoulder. They faced each other as though they’d fallen asleep talking or perhaps looking at each other.
Her hair was spread all around her creamy shoulders and Richard’s chest as though he’d been playing with it. Boone thought of how many times they must’ve made love if they were so deep asleep at this time of the day. He could make out the shape of her lush, heart-shaped ass through the sheet and his cock stirred.
“Beautiful,” Kendall whispered reverently before turning to him. “I don’t want to wake either one of them.”
“Looks like they wore each other out.”
Boone pulled the door closed, and they spent a few minutes together talking and making supper.
After a big pot of spaghetti and garlic bread were ready, Boone returned to the still-reposing sleeping beauties. Maya had kicked off the sheet so nothing about her position was left to the imagination.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slid his hand gently down the smooth skin of Maya’s back to the upper swell of her exposed buttocks. The sight of her and that simple touch was enough to get him completely hard. It was going to be difficult waiting for bedtime.
She reacted to his touch, arching against his hand, which pleased him very much. He turned his hand and let the tops of his fingers trace back up her spine. She shuddered, sighed, and made a blissful, kittenish little sound designed to torture his libido.
After a few moments of repeated up-and-down caresses, she turned her head and opened her eyes. When she saw him she smiled so happily he thought his heart would burst. She untucked her right hand and slid it across the bed to him and whispered, “Hi.”
Twining his fingers with hers he responded, “Hi, baby.”
“Welcome home.”
God, was it ever a good welcome home, there in her eyes and her smile and the languorous, sleepy quality of her voice. That was home.
“We made supper.”
“You did? After doing all that driving you had to fix your own supper. Poor baby.” She put her lip out in a sleepy little pout and added, “I should’ve had something ready for when you got home.”
“That’s okay. I’ll claim my payment after supper.”
Her eyes got bigger but then she smiled sexily at him. “Guess what I got this afternoon.” He could tell by the wicked twinkle in her eyes that she was not referring to the red roses Richard had picked up for her at Merritt’s on their way through town earlier.
“What did you get, baby?”
Revealing that he, too, was awake, Richard cleared his voice and said, “She got a spanking for being a naughty girl.”
Boone’s eyebrows arched up. Richard? Richard had given Maya a spanking?
Maya giggled and said, “Yup. I was a badly behaved girl. I had it coming.”
Richard chuckled. “That’s not all she had coming.”
Boone’s hand itched to glide over her ass and inspect it, feel the heat if any remained. He knew Richard would be very careful with her and doubted that any redness had lingered.
Richard stretched his big body, with her still sprawled on top of him, then he helped her to sit up. After she kissed Richard one last time, she climbed off and went to Boone.
“I haven’t given you a proper welcome yet, have I?”
“I’ll take a kiss for now. The ‘proper welcome’ can wait until later tonight,” he said, drawing her to him for a long, deep kiss and a hug. His hands strayed all over her body as he kissed her, finding her silky, hot cunt drenched with her juices. She gasped against his lips and moaned when he slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked very gently then added his thumb against her clit. He meant it to stop at a kiss, but what the hell.
“Oh, Boone. You’re going to…”
“I’m going to what?” he asked as she wound her arms around his neck. Her hips flexed against his hand, moving with the same steady rhythm he employed.
“Oh, God. Boone, I’m going to…” Her voice was cut off by her groan. He growled with satisfaction as her pussy tightened like a vise around his fingers. Now this was a proper welcome home: the feel of his woman about to come just from the touch of his fingers.