Chapter Four
Later that evening, Presley still wasn’t sure what to think about Ben and Lulu going on vacation with her in-laws. On one hand, she absolutely trusted George and Marion. They’d take excellent care of the kids and Ben and Lulu adored their grandparents. They all spent a great deal of time together, seeing each other practically every day. But if the children happened to get homesick a thousand miles from home there wasn’t an easy way to solve that problem.
Or worse…what if Ben and Lulu didn’t miss their mommy at all?
Being a mother meant facing the fact that she was raising her children to leave her and become independent. She could deal with that as long as it wasn’t right now. To be perfectly honest, she’d thought she’d have more time. She was still getting over Ben starting school.
Sure, it was tough having two little ones around all of the time but they wouldn’t be this age forever. Soon they’d be going to prom and heading off to college, two eventualities that Presley tried not to think about much. She wanted to enjoy these years as much as possible.
However, Seth might not feel the same. Although he’d loosened up a whole bunch since he’d met her he was still a man that liked order in his life, which wasn’t really possible with two small children. Maybe he wanted some quiet time and he thought this was the best way to do it. But what was next? Was he going to ship her off with his parents as well? She’d half expected him to suggest it at dinner tonight.
It was a sad day when she didn’t know what was going on in her husband’s head.
Maybe he simply wanted more attention from her. They hadn’t exactly been…connecting…lately what with his job and her coffeehouse.
With renewed purpose, Presley opened up her bottom dresser drawer. It had clearly been way too long since she’d last worn this particular little number because it had migrated all the way to the bottom and she had to take everything out of the drawer to get it. Grunting with effort, she shoved all her clothes back in with a promise to organize the entire dresser situation. Just as soon as she had time.
There it was. Black silk and lace. Spaghetti straps and a low-cut neckline that just skimmed the tops of her nipples. The nightie was short, barely covering her ass but Seth had never complained. This was his favorite and they always had a very good night whenever she wore it.
Stripping out of her clothes, she tugged the negligee on and twirled in front of the bathroom mirror. Not bad for a mother of two. She wasn’t some skinny girl in her twenties anymore but she’d held up pretty well. The bag boy at the grocery store still carried her purchases to her car and flirted with her. When in Florida for Evan and Josie’s wedding, a man had tried to buy her a drink in the hotel bar. She still had it going on.
Hearing Seth moving around in the bedroom, Presley quickly brushed her teeth and smoothed her hair. She didn’t want him falling asleep before she could give him the attention he was so obviously missing these days. Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door and stood there on display, waiting for his reaction. Lounging on the bed in just his boxers, his nose was deep in a book. All these years later just the sight of his naked chest could still do funny things to her libido. Her stomach fluttered and her heart sped up. It looked like she was going to have to remind him that she was much more interesting. And fun.
“What are you reading?”
He looked up from the book. “It’s the latest– Holy hell, woman, who gives a fuck?”
Tossing it carelessly aside, Seth was sitting up on the bed and for the first time in weeks she had his undivided attention. Good.
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Seth’s wife was always full of surprises but this was better than most. Not once this evening had she even given him a hint that she’d had some naughty fun on her dirty little mind. He’d assumed tonight would be normal – television on in the bedroom until one of them fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. If they were lucky they’d get to sleep alone in their bed the entire night without a child or the dog crawling in between them.
“Are you surprised?” she said, a smug look on her face. “That was the plan.”
Reaching for her, his fingers gripped her hips, urging her closer to the bed. His heart had already kicked into a higher gear and his cock had woken up as well. “You’re a dangerous woman, Presley Reilly. You could have given me a heart attack. You’re so damn sexy, and you don’t need that lingerie to make you that way.”
“But it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Sitting up, he pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. “It does not hurt at all.”
Her fingers carded through his hair as he nuzzled the valley in between her breasts, inhaling her sweet fragrance. It was light and floral and feminine and he’d never smelled a scent so wonderful on anyone else. Only Presley made him this crazy, even after all these years. She was probably going to still be turning him on when he was old and gray, telling him dirty jokes while they sat in rocking chairs on the back porch.
Stroking her satin soft skin, he slipped the thin straps of the short nightgown down, the material pooling at her waist and exposing her bare breasts to his lustful gaze. Round, full, and tipped with dusky pink nipples, they were perfection and they called to him, practically begging for his fingers and mouth. He wouldn’t disappoint.
His fingers plucked at the nipple while he ran his tongue around the other, lapping at the tip until it was pebble-hard in his mouth. Her grip on his head tightened and a moan slipped from between her full lips. His own arousal surged and his cock hardened even more at the sexy sounds she was making. Presley always let him know what she liked, not leaving him to guess and wonder. Clearly he was on the right track tonight if her sighs and groans were to be believed.
Sweeping the nightie over her head, he tossed it away without a glance, content to look at his wife for a long moment, in no hurry to complete this act of love. She was his and his alone. Of course, he belonged to her as well and that was just fine with him. Currently her fingers were stroking down his spine to that place on his lower back that made him shudder with pleasure. Presley knew all his sensitive spots, just as he knew hers. For example, he knew that if he ran his tongue on the underside of her breast she’d shake in his arms.
Giggling, she turned and stretched out on the mattress while he kicked off his boxers, anxious to be free of the confining material. His cock slapped hard and ready against his stomach and he ran his hand from the base to the tip as his gaze took in Presley from the top of her head to the tip of painted toenails.
She held out her arms and beckoned him closer. Who was he to argue? “Get over here, handsome, and give your wife some sugar.”
Hovering over her much smaller body, he captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss that he felt in all of his extremities. His balls were pulled tight to his body demanding satisfaction but he was determined to take his time tonight. Or as much as he could stand. He wanted Presley out of her mind with pleasure before he was done.
Trailing damp kisses over her jaw and down her neck, he paused to nip at the spot where her pulse beat madly before heading down between her breasts and over her abdomen. He dipped his tongue in her belly button, drawing another giggle from Presley who was now fisting the sheets in her hands, crumpling the linen between her white-knuckled fingers. She was going to be doing more than that quite soon.
The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air as he pushed his shoulders between her legs, kissing and nipping a path up her inner thigh and his tongue tracing swirls on the sensitive skin. Her hips jumped under his hands and he had to hold her firmly down as he thoroughly explored every nook and cranny, especially her already swollen clit. Her legs were shaking as she hovered on the edge of her orgasm and he didn’t make her wait, closing his mouth over the shiny pearl and gently sucking.
Her reaction was instantaneous and dramatic. First she seemed to freeze, not one muscle moving, her spine completely rigid and her muscles stiff. Then her back arched off the bed and a wail escaped from between her lips as the pleasure ran through her. Her entire body shook and trembled and she rode his mouth all through her climax until she collapsed, her breathing loud and ragged in the quiet bedroom.
While she was still feeling the pleasant aftershocks, he climbed up and pressed his cock at her entrance, so drenched he slid in easily. Tight, hot, and so heavenly, it was like being wrapped in silk. Her legs went around his waist as he pulled out and thrust back in, building up speed. He knew his woman liked it hard and fast and he was going to make sure she got what she needed.
Sweat trickling down his back, he hiked her calf up so it rested on his shoulder, and then twisted his hips slightly, running the head of his cock over her G-spot. Presley’s mouth fell open and she moaned his name, her voice dark and husky. It was so fucking sexy he did it over and over again – despite his own climax battering at the gate like a bucking bull that had to be let free – until he could feel her walls squeezing him with her second climax of the night. The pressure in his lower back had become too much for him and he followed her over the cliff, the heat from his orgasm so powerful he thought he might blow the top of his head off with its force.
When it was over he fell back onto the mattress, dragging her closer so her head was pillowed on his chest. They didn’t say anything for a long time, simply happy that they were in each other’s arms. Seth had always joked that he couldn’t wait until retirement so he could have Presley in his arms every single moment of the day. Not that she’d allow that…she was far too active, always running from place to place…but this moment right now was peaceful and serene. So different from their day to day lives.
Tightening his hold around his wife, Seth made a silent vow that no one was going to get near her. No man would take Presley away from him. Ever.