“Mommy’s home,” he murmured to Benjy, “See?”
Benjy seemed to understand him because he looked out where he was pointing and smiled delightedly.
“Fleh” he said sounding happy.
“Yes, mama. Say Ma-ma,” Tony encouraged, but Benjy just ignored him in favor of trying to reach out the window and maybe fly to his mother below. She disappeared into the doorway of the house though and Benjy couldn’t see her anymore; this made him upset and he started making hitching noises as he made up his mind whether to cry or not. Tony quickly turned around and headed for the door intending to intercept Sophie on the stairs and pass on his burden. Sophie looked up when she heard footsteps and her face broke out in a smile when she saw them.
“Well hello there,” she said in her honeyed tones that still ignited a warm fire in Tony’s belly.
“Hi,” he said, swallowing to try and relieve the sudden dryness in his throat. She caught him like that sometimes…making his breath come faster and his throat dry up and his knees go weak as if he was a teenager on his first date. She stared at him like she knew what was happening to him but then moved abruptly, coming up the stairs and taking Benjy from his arms. The baby went happily, making smacking noises to indicate he knew what was supposed to be next on the agenda.
“Wow, could I have a minute to put my bag down maybe?” Sophie asked him faux grumpily. Benjy just smiled at her.
“Here. I’ll take that,” Tony said while trying to regulate his breathing. Up close he could smell her; a combination of talcum powder, breast milk and something indefinable her…to make matters worse her azure blue dress that complemented her skin tones beautifully, hugged her in all the right places and was low-necked to boot which meant her twin peaks peeked out at him, teasingly close yet essentially…out of reach. He took her bag and she smiled gratefully at him but her attention was all on Benjy.
“Thanks darling. Come on baby, let’s get you fed,” she said as she passed by him heading to the nursery. He went to their room and dropped off her bag, retrieving the phone from the inner pocket and taking it to her as she breastfed the boy. She gave him a real smile when she caught sight of her phone in his hand.
“Aww, you’re a sweetheart,” she said, voice ringing with sincerity.
Tony smiled and sat down next to her on the double seater recliner, “Breastfeeding selfie?” he asked already holding up the camera and putting his face close to hers.
“Yeah, let’s hope Instagram doesn’t kick us off for showing the nipple,” she joked.
“It’ll be very classy,” Tony said angling the camera just right to take a picture of him, Sophie and Benjy. The baby obliged by looking up at the camera just in time for the shot and Tony exclaimed in pleasure.
"What shall I caption it?” he asked Sophie.
“How about…’Happy Hour at Breastfeedia Room’?” Sophie suggested. Tony burst into gales of laughter but he wrote the caption anyway and posted it on Instagram.
“You’re funny,” he said indulgently as he handed her, her phone.
“That’s why you married me,” she replied contentedly.
“Oh? And here I thought it was the boobs,” Tony teased.
“Nah, those just came to fruition after Benjy. I think it was the butt,” Sophie replied deadpan.
Tony made a huge show of studying her butt. “Hmm, it’s a good looking piece of merchandise I will admit,” he said as if assessing an entry at the Best Halloween Pumpkin Fair, “and definitely worth noticing…” he continued.
“But…” Sophie prompted rolling her eyes.
“But…I’m afraid it was only the lure that drew me in, what clinched it was actually the fact that you were pretty easy,” Tony said.
“Easy on the eyes?” Sophie asked primly.
“And the hands and the tongue and…other parts,” Tony finished for her. Sophie snorted in amusement but didn’t say anything. She looked down at Benjy who was sucking industriously.
“Speaking of easy…” Tony ventured.
Sophie kept silent, continuing to stare at Benjy.
“Soph?” Tony said softly.
“I know I’ve been blowing hot and cold. I’m sorry.” Sophie said abruptly, “I just can’t seem to help it right now.”
Tony shook his head in negation, “I just wish you’d tell me what’s wrong”, he ventured.
Sophie sighed and shook her head helplessly.
“I mean…you don’t seem to have any trouble talking to Curtis,” he said, unsuccessfully trying to hide the bitterness in his voice. Sophie turned her head right around to study him, eyes narrowed. That was a tone she’d never heard in Tony’s voice before, at least not directed at her.
“What makes you say that?” she asked cautiously.
“Oh I don’t know; the long lunches and phone calls maybe?” he said.
Sophie looked down, trying to wrap her head around the concept of Tony being jealous of Curtis.
“He’s just a friend,” she said at last.
“I know that!” Tony said barely curbing the irritability from his voice, “I also am your friend, and your husband, and your child’s father – is that why I get shut out?”
Sophie was silent, trying to make sense of this and shocked beyond words, “Is that…is that what you think this is? That I’m shutting you out?” she asked croakily.
“Isn’t it what you’re doing?” Tony asked.
“No! I’m…I’m just trying to deal without,” Sophie waved her hands helplessly, “I don’t know – drama and shit.”
Tony stared at her, “Deal with what?” he asked at last.
Sophie stared at him; opened her mouth and closed it, “I don’t know,” she said in a small voice, “Everything.”
They stared at each other for a long time, at an impasse and not sure how to get past it.
“That’s what I am here for,” Tony said at last.
“I guess I have to get used to this,” Sophie softly said.
“I guess you do,” Tony said ominously, “Or else…”.
Sophie grinned, “Or else what?” she asked challenge in her tone.
“I might have to resort to…extreme measures,” Tony said furrowing his thick blonde brows at her.
Sophie’s brown eyes lit up with amusement but she refrained from laughing. A smile flickered on her lips nevertheless as she whispered, ”I’m shaking in my boots.”
Tony couldn’t help it, he looked down to her long elegant unshod feet and then back up her legs to her face, “You should be.”
The room was suddenly very warm.
Chapter 2
She crept out of the baby’s room – he’d finally settled down and gone to sleep, and padded to their room. Her body felt liquid and languid and she seriously hoped Tony was waiting for her or she would not be happy. She didn’t want to go downstairs and risk running into her brother or her grandfather – that might just mess with her mood; fragile as it was these days…
He was sitting on the bed, in a red velvet monogrammed housecoat and matching slippers. He had a wooden pipe in his mouth and black framed glasses on although she’d never known him to need them. He was seemingly looking intently at the paper but sensed her at the door and looked up at her over his bifocals.
“Well well,” he said in a forced English accent.
“Who are you? Sherlock Holmes?” Sophie asked amused.
Tony held out one leg, waving his slipper at her. His housecoat was thus dislodged and she was treated to an unimpeded view of Sherlock junior and his two assistants.
“Woah,” she said shielding her eyes dramatically with her hands. Tony laughed in his normal tones and then continued with the British accent;
“I hear the weather in Boston is quite ambient this time of year. I thought I’d take a gander, maybe check out the talent,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at her.
“I can’t tell whether you’re supposed to be a yob or gentry,” Sophie said wryly.
Tony gave her a look, “I�
�m supposed to be David Beckham!” he said. Sophie straightened at the doorway with a surprised laugh.
“Well then excuse me while I get my Victoria on,” she said crossing over to her walk-in closet and closing the door behind her. She crossed over to her underwear drawer and studied the items on offer. She’d been living in a lot of grandmother underwear since the birth of Benjy. At first it was necessary because of her bleeding and then it just became a habit – an outer reflection of how unsexy she was feeling inside. It didn’t help that her boobs hurt on and off all the time or that she was always so tired. It was hard to drum up the enthusiasm to have sexy time with your husband when your baby might interrupt at any time wanting to be fed or changed or simply held. Holding that dual image of mother and sexy woman in her mind was proving a challenge.
“Some silk and lace oughta help with that?” she said aloud.
“Wot?” Tony called from the next room.
“Nothing! Consulting with my stylists!” Sophie hollered back. She turned red faced to her drawer and began sifting through its contents. The top layer was all granny panties but underneath that she could feel something softer, more satiny. She pulled out a pair of purple and black lace shorts with a matching corset which left her nipples and crotch area exposed. If she remembered correctly, Curtis had given it to her during her bachelorette party.
“Time for you to work,” she murmured to it measuring it against her body. Since it was made of some sort of stretchy lace, it could just fit. After figuring out which part went where she examined herself in the mirror critically. Her normally short hair had grown quite a bit during pregnancy and now brushed her shoulders in frizzy waves. She ran her hands through it to make it look windswept and untidy. As she examined the effect in the mirror she noted how it brought out the brown of her eyes and highlighted her prominent cheekbones. She pursed her lips then looked down at her dressing table, picking up some brown lipstick and applying it.
“There you are Cookie,” she told her reflection liking the way the V of the corset lengthened her legs and emphasized how they tapered to her long elegant feet.
“Well hello sexy,” she murmured in her honeyed tones.
The door to her closet opened and Tony lounged against it.
“I’m getting blue balls waiting for you Vicky,” Tony said. Sophie’s eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to ask who Vicky was and then closed it again, remembering that they were role playing.
“Sorry mate. Out in a jiffy,” she said in an extremely mangled attempt at a British accent. Tony smirked but refrained from bursting into gales of laughter and for that Sophie decided he deserved a little prezzy. She turned around hand on hip and examined him from head to toe.
“So David darling, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided that I have a surprise for you,” she said. Tony’s brow went up and there was wariness in his eyes.
“What would that be?” he asked cautiously.
“I am going to pretend I’m a Russian prostitute and give you the sex Russian way,” Sophie said drastically changing her accent. She could see Tony literally holding his laughter in.
“Oh?” he said after a while.
“Yeesss. I am going to be giving you the sex, nice nice, the way you like eh?” she continued in her phony Russian accent. Tony couldn’t help it; he doubled over and burst into gales of laughter, clutching his stomach as if he was in pain.
“What?” Sophie asked, but the gleam in her eye let Tony know that she was in on the joke.
“That is the worst Victoria-Beckham-pretending-to-be-a-Russian-prostitute accent I’ve ever heard,” Tony said between fits.
“Sooo? You don’t want the sex?” Sophie asked not breaking character and waggling her eyebrows at him.
“Yes. Yes please I want the sex.” He said trying to quit the laughing.
“Well zen, put on some music. The Snoop Doggy Dogg. Put music now.” Sophie said. Tony crossed over to the iPod stand and searched for Snoop and then put on the music. The sounds of Doggy dog style filled the room.
“You want it doggy style eh?” she asked him.
It was Tony’s turn to waggle his brows lasciviously.
“You want first I dance for you?” she asked him.
Tony plopped down on the bed and crossed his legs looking expectantly up at her.
“I guess that’s a yes,” Sophie murmured to herself. She crossed to the middle of room and swayed sexily from side to side like a belly dancer. Tony crossed his legs, staring unashamedly at the display she was putting on. Sophie put both hands on her lace covered breasts, aiming her exposed nipples at Tony as she swayed to the ground and then back up again. Tony did not take his eyes off them. Slowly she raised her hands, tracing the lines of her body until her hands were above her head, then she swayed her hips from side to side as she turned around to present him with her backside, covered only with black lace held together by tiny pieces of purple satin. The sound of Tony swallowing was quite audible to Sophie and she smiled. She swayed round again so once again he was looking at her naked crotch surrounded by satin and lace. He raised a hand to her unawares but she ignored it. Swaying back to the ground again she sat on the rug and spread her legs wide so he had an unimpeded view. He gasped and his eyes glazed over as she looked him in the eye. Then she leaned back on her hands and shook her breasts in the air.
“Uh,” Tony said sounding dazed and helpless.
“You like my dance eh?” Sophie asked leaning forward so her breasts fell forward and she could look at him from beneath her lashes. He nodded his head, unable to speak.
“You want sleep with me?” she asked her voice deeper than before.
Tony nodded his head again, saying nothing. Sophie sat back on her butt put her hand behind her back to balance on and spread her legs, bent at the knee. This caused Tony to break out in a cold sweat as she was open to him in a way that made him feel hollow inside.
“Come on then Mr Blue Eyes,” she said brown eyes steady on his, “Do you know that’s what I called you in my head from the first day you entered my office.”
Tony was quiet a while simply staring with his mouth open, “Huh?” he said at last.
It was Sophie’s turn to throw back her head and laugh, “poor darlink, you haff vait long time?” she asked him reaching out with one hand. He stood up and let her catch hold of his velvet housecoat and pull him to her. Her tongue came out and licked his chin and he opened his mouth reaching out with his tongue for hers but she evaded him, inclining her head to lick his neck. He gasped and his hands reached out to grasp her nipple, working them like dials. They slowly grew into pinpoints of tingling nerve endings and Sophie moaned softly.
“Fuck my pussy,” she whispered in his ear and his whole body shuddered as he groaned.
“I want to so bad,” he said.
“I know you do honey,” Sophie whispered. Tony grasped either side of her butt and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He deposited her on his lap, letting his robe fall open.
“Ride me my darlink,” he said in her ear. Sophie pushed him back so he was lying on the rug and then took hold of him in her hand. She caressed his length up and down, up and down while looking in his eye and he looked back in hers. His body undulated with her movement and his penis was like an iron rod in her hand. She lifted herself slightly and then lowered herself on him as they both let out a sigh.
“Hard,” he groaned, “Ride me hard.”
Sophie ignored his plea, lifting and lowering herself slowly on him and then rotating to grind herself further. Her eyes were closed and her face was far away but her hands were all over his chest; caressing, touching, stimulating everywhere she touched. She ground herself harder and harder on him as he raised himself to meet her with resounding impact. The collision of flesh on flesh was the only sound in the room apart from Rihanna singing about S&M in the background. Sophie was humming along as she began to go faster and faster giving no quarter and asking for none. Tony’s face was stretched in a rictus of e
ffort and as she ground herself on him. He came with a force that lifted her into the air and almost dislodged her from him. She held on to him though and rode him out to the end. Afterwards he collapsed on the floor, eyes closed and chest heaving with effort. Sophie slid off him and curled herself at his side and his hand came up to cup her bottom.
When he could talk again he turned to her with query in his eyes, “You didn’t come,” he said.
Sophie lifted her leg and placed it on top of his, “Maybe not that time.”
Tony turned to look at her, “Do you want me to…?”He asked hand reaching out to her vagina.
“No. I’m good.” She said with a smile. He just looked skeptically at her, brow furrowed. She sighed and reached down to touch herself as she stared at him. Her hand moved up and down and her mouth opened in a moue of pleasure. She moaned softly and shook slightly.
“See? There you go.” She said lying back down.
“I wanted to do that,” Tony complained.
“But you did,” Sophie replied looking surprised that he didn’t know that. Tony stared suspiciously at her for a bit then gathered her close.
“Next time, I get to finish you off,” he stated sulkily.
“Yes dear,” she replied meekly but her eyes were laughing at him he could see. He glared a bit more then leaned over and kissed her. Then he lay back and thought about Elijah’s idea; that they should get away for a while.
“How about you and me get away for a while?” he asked.
“You and me? What about Benjy?” Sophie wanted to know.
“Naturally Benjy comes,” Tony said.
Sophie laughed, “You sounded a bit grumpy there papa bear. Does papi wanna leave baby bear at home and have his mama bear all to himself?” she asked in a sing song baby voice.
“One weekend,” he said sheepishly.
“One weekend away…where?” she wanted to know.
“Well obviously not far. I know you wouldn’t want to go far. We could go to New York; maybe take in the Opera, have too much pizza, ride the subway, visit the museum…” he said wistfully.
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