I felt like a chook with its head cut off. The band was scheduled to head out of the road tomorrow. I looked at the empty bags on the floor and the assortment of clothes strewn about the room. I needed Alicia's organizational skills. Hearing the door close from downstairs, I called out. "Love, is that you?"

"No, it's the sexy maid," she called back walking up the stairs. "Fancy a fuck?" she purred, leaning against the doorjamb. Then she noticed the room in disarray. "Didn't know it was cyclone season," she quipped.

I jumped over the open bag and kissed her with passion. "I always want to have sex with you," I greeted. "Help me find the bed?"

"Might be difficult," she replied in-between kisses.

"Floor will do."

"There's a floor in here?" she questioned.

I sighed aloud. "I need help. The packing isn't going so well."

"You'll only be gone for two weeks, Hunter," Alicia reminded me as she moved to begin picking up the shirts I had tossed on the carpet. "On second thought, you seriously need help."

"I do, please help me."

"Okay, do you want to look like a rock god or are you going for ‘I'm too cool to give a damn?'"

I burst into laughter. "How about a humble guy with a guitar—nothing flashy?"

"Okay—basic black it is." Alicia started grabbing all my black tee shirts, jeans, and woven shirts. Next, she pulled my leather jacket from the closet, and soon she had a neatly folded pile on the bed duvet. We each packed a duffle bag. "Grab your toiletries from the bathroom and you'll be good to go," she instructed as she began to put my remaining clothes back in the bureau.

I came back into the bedroom a few minutes later. Standing in the doorway, I watched my beautiful wife put everything right. "I love you," I announced barely above a whisper.

Alicia stopped her tidying and turned to face me. "I love you, too. Why do you look so sad?"

"I don't want to go and leave you behind," I admitted.

"You won't be gone long," she said, lovingly caressing my cheek. "And I'll fly down to see the Wellington gig on Friday night. It will only be a few days."

"I'll call you every night."

"You better. I want to hear every detail of your amazing adventure. I'm following you on Instagram. I need lots of photos."

"Ugh, I don't care about all that social media shit."

"Then you'll just have to text me photos and I'll rely on Tia for Instagram updates." Kicking off her shoes, Alicia sat on the bed. "But you know a part of your contract with the record company will probably stipulate you have to be active on social media to gain a public following."

Pushing her back on the mattress and pinning her wrist above her head I said, "You sound like one of those record company cronies. Maybe you should be our manager."

"Think you'll get special treatment for sleeping with the boss?"

"Sure would be a lot more fun to have you on tour instead of Hank Butler."

"Sounds as if you don't like him very much," Alicia observed.

"No more talking, the only thing I want that mouth of yours to do is kiss me," I commanded slipping my hand up under her skirt.

"Are you sure that's all you want my mouth to do," she playfully countered.

* * *

Alicia sat cross-legged in bed, dressed in one of my woven shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She tucked into a carton of Chinese take-away. The woman always had a voracious appetite after vigorous lovemaking. It's one of the things I adored about her.

I wasn't going to be able to touch her for four days. We'd never been apart that long. Honestly, I didn't want to be apart from her.

"Are you sure you have everything you for the tour?" Alicia asked between bites of lo mein.

"Yes, love, all the gear is next door at Tia and Mick's. The bus will pick us up at eight tomorrow morning and we begin the tour in Hamilton."

"Will you be anywhere near Mt. Maunganui? I'm sure you mum and dad would get a kick out of seeing you play live."

"No, but they are coming out to Auckland for the last gig."

"That's great, maybe we can have them over for dinner beforehand."

We were having a perfectly normal conversation and all I could keep thinking about was not wanting to go away in the first place. Turning to face my wife I said, "You're being so calm about this whole thing. Won't you miss me?"

Alicia sighed as she stabbed her chopsticks into the half eaten carton of lo mein. "Of course I'll miss you like crazy, but I won't stand in the way of this opportunity. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance for you. If it works out, you'll be able to quit the bartending job and focus on music full-time. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

I pondered her question for a long moment. Finally, I replied, "It was until I met you."

Alicia smiled as she leaned in and kissed me. "Follow your dream, Hunter. I'll be right here when you get back home."

"God, I love you," I growled, pushing her back down onto the mattress, while I stuck my arm inside her shirt to fondle her breast.

"What are you doing?" she giggled.

"Take off your shirt. You're going to have an orgasm," I replied trailing kisses along her neck down to her cleavage.

Alicia pulled the shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pulled her down so she was flat on the mattress. She let out a little gasp of excitement as I lay on my stomach and spread her smooth thighs wide with my hands. I started with little kisses along the inside of her thighs making my way up to that sweet spot I craved. Inhaling deeply, I reveled in the female scent that was distinctly Alicia. I flicked my tongue against her clit, the bud was already swollen with anticipation. Next, I began to lave her with my tongue. A low groan sounded from the back of her throat as Alicia ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head closer, urging me on. I could tell by the sounds she was making, she was close to coming. Reaching underneath her, I squeezed her bottom and took one last lick starting at her anus, over her pussy, right to her clit.

"Fuck, yes," she ground out as her body trembled.

Wrapping my arm around her back, pulling her close to my chest, I guided my aching cock inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes," she repeated with each stroke my cock made inside her.

The sounds she made, the way her body felt connected to mine—I loved it all. "My beautiful love," I whispered in her ear as I held her tight and continued to thrust in and out.

"You're my everything," she responded, locking eyes with mine, as she arched her back to meet me with each push I made.

Alice's breath was quick and shallow. She was about to come again. I loved having the power to turn her on and ignite her body on fire. "That's it, love. Let me feel you come."

"Hunter," was all she could manage to say as her tight muscles spasmed around my cock, pushing me over the edge with her.

I collapsed on top of my wife, hot and slick with perspiration, yet I didn't want to leave her. Alicia's delicate fingers slid up and down my spine. I'd never been so relaxed. Then I felt her body shudder. Sensing she was crying, I reluctantly removed myself from her and cradled her in my arms. "What's the matter, love?"

"Nothing, I'm just so happy. Sometimes when I stop to think about what brought me to New Zealand and how we met and fell in love, I get overwhelmed with emotion," she replied, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I feel the same way about you, Alicia."