Page 38 of Sam to the Rescue

Chapter 24

Sam

Around midmorning, my fire escape clangs on Joey’s flagstones and footsteps pound up the iron stairs. By the time the kitchen window cracks open, I have Annie pointed, my finger on the trigger, my heart racing.

What if it’s Mr. Sketchy, coming to finish what he started? I almost shit a brick when a hand appears in the window.

I brace my feet with my arms outstretched. “Stop or I shoot.”

“Babe?” My husband ducks in the window.

“Oh my God. What’re you doing here?” Shaking, I lower my weapon, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him to my lips.

When we come up for air, a boyish grin spreads over his face. “Can’t a body come home to fuck his wife?”

“Why not use our front door?”

“Why would I want to fuck the door? Besides, you said there was a small army ready to lynch me.”

“True. I saw the rope.” Smiling and a whole lot relieved, I take his hand and pull him toward the bedroom.

He glances into the living room. “Where’s Mike?”

“Morning nap.” I check the time on my phone, then turn the screen toward my husband. “We have approximately fifteen minutes,ifwe’re quiet.”

“You’re the screamer, not me.” Chuckling, his leather jacket drops to the floor, followed by his t-shirt, jeans, and BVD’s.

“Yeah, but it’s your fault.” I never bothered to dress making it easy for him to pull off my faded, yet incredibly soft, Patten logo t-shirt.

When he notices I wear no undies, he grins. “Were you pleasurin’ yourself when I was gone”

“How? You destroyed my dildos when we met.” I laugh at the absurd notion. His sexual appetite keeps my hoohaa well-sated.

“You still have these.” He licks the fingers of my right hand, pops one in his mouth and sucks.

Caressing my breast, his cock hardens against my abs as he marches me backwards to the bed. When the mattress hits the back of my thighs, he lowers me, straddles me, and kisses my navel. His short beard against my skin sends zings of pleasure to my clit and I pull on his hair to bring his lips to mine.

Our tongues tangle and our hands run up and down each other’s bodies. With each move, I squirm and press into his hard length, enjoying his nakedness. When the heat rises, he squats, grabs my ankles, and pulls them over his shoulders, tugging me until my center nears his face.

I would remind him of the time but with his tongue dancing around my hot spot, brain cells refuse to fire.

My breath hitches when his index finger curls inside me. “Suds.”

“So sweet.” With his breath warming my nub, everything below swells and I move onto my elbows.

My husband’s brows crease as he opens his knuckle and hits the target.

“Oh God.”

At my prayer, he lifts his gaze to my face. The center of his eyes coal black, he swirls his tongue in my juices, and concentrates on the place he knows will rocket me to the heavens.

“I, uh… oh shit.” My heels dig into his back and I arch up for more.

After torturing me to the brink of bliss, he slips his head out from between my legs, climbs up my body, and places his tip at my opening. Balanced on one elbow, he cups my butt cheek and dives deeply into my body.

I explode so hard, the angels blush in heaven.

Groaning, he stretches me and begins his love dance. My ankles clamped around the back of his thighs and my hands clutching his sides, I ride wave after wave of bliss.