“We should at least reimburse Donald for getting that lounge chair replaced - “
“No.” Justin shook his head firmly. “Trust me. Better if we don’t. Or he might do to you what he did to me.”
Confused, she demanded, “What happened?”
“Valerie, please don’t make me,” Justin whined. She put her arms around him and drew his head to her chest. Gently, she rocked him in her arms. For the nth time, he was thankful for her strength. He leaned heavily against her, willing to let her be the resolute one between them for now.
“I’m sorry I was so cowardly you faced him alone. I should have been there. I’m responsible too - “
Justin shook his head and looked up at her. “Hush. Stop that ridiculousness. To tell you the truth, he wasn’t angry. At least, I don’t think he was.” Since she was still looking at him doubtfully, he kissed her on the lips. “However, it would be prudent that we remain on our best behavior until we leave.”
She nodded. “Done. No problem.”
“We don’t have sex outside that door, wife.” He was firm but sounded disappointed. So she kissed him.
“Yes. We don’t. Why did we want to leave our mark all over Shady Grove again?” Valerie tried to ransack her brain but came up with nothing.
Justin smiled and played with a limp strand of her hair. “Beats me. But any opportunity to make love to you, I’ll never say no. And you do scream louder when we have sex in public.” She punched him in the arm, and he chuckled, pressing her against him. For a few moments, they just held each other.
Her cheek resting on his shoulder, she discovered his shirt was damp. She sniffed him, and he leaned away a bit, his stare puzzled. Flushing, she mumbled, “You were sweating earlier, weren’t you?”
He groaned. “Don’t ask anymore, please?”
“You can’t ask me to drop it when clearly Donald did something, I don’t know, abhorrent, maybe, from the way you’ve been acting.”
A heavy sigh escaped him. “Nothing abhorrent. More like awkward and highly improper. But I’ll live.” He pressed his palm to her cheek, looking at her. “Alright, Valerie? You won’t ask me about it anymore?”
This time she was the one to drag a long sigh from her chest. “Fine. I swear not to ask again.”
“Let’s lie down for a bit. I didn’t realize how tense I’ve been until I sat down. No, wife, not so far away. I want to hold you.” Justin was impatient. Valerie shot him an exasperated look and made herself comfortable in the circle of his arms.
She lay with her head on his shoulder, his arms loose around her hip and waist. She couldn’t see Justin counting the freckles on her left temple with his eyes, content and relaxed to be held by him.
“Are you sorry?” He asked her after a while. “About last night?”
She thought about it, and all the other times they were nearly caught. Crimson spots crept up her cheeks as she shook her head. How could she? Justin made her feel so good, and it was fun. His overwhelming want for her was too much too often, but that was the Justin Aston style. He didn’t do anything halfway or in-between. It was always one hundred twenty percent. Until her husband, the only one hundred twenty percent of things she knew mainly consisted of hate and disgust.
“No.” She shook her head and looked up at him. “You?”
“Only the part with my father. But last night,” he smiled at her, his amber eyes twinkling. “Last night, we were scorching. It knocked off the first time we had sex from the number one spot.”
Her face reddened, remembering. They had sex against the kitchen counter in his old apartment. “I can’t believe you have a list.” She told him, burying her heated face in his neck. “And the first time was so awkward, Justin.”
“You were amazing,” he told her. Eyes twinkling, he added, “And you bet I do. I have a long list of white-hot sex with you as well as a compilation of your body’s erogenous zones.”
She shook her head. “No, you don’t.”
He kissed her on the cheek, licking lightly. “Yes. I do.”
“Fine! I believe you.”
Justin ran his fingers through her hair before giving it a gentle tug so she will look up at him.
“You haven’t cut your hair in a while,” he told her.
“I’m thinking of growing it out. The last time I had long hair was in college. Um, is it okay?” She asked, suddenly unsure.
He frowned. “Are you asking for my permission?”
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
“My love, if you’re the sort to want my approval and permission, I don’t think I’m the husband for you,” Justin told her, playing with her hair. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you from anything unless there’s a risk of hurting yourself.”
“I was worried you wouldn’t like me with long hair,” she explained.
“I will love you even if you shave it off, Valerie.” He told her. “You can dye your hair pink though it’s not your color, you’ll still be the woman I love. I would think it’s an abomination to my eyesight, but alas,” he said, sighing dramatically, “you don’t get to choose who you love.”
Her smile split across her face. “That is so sweet, husband. Why, I was thinking of dyeing my hair blue, actually.”
He grinned back. Teasing her, he said, “Blue is a good color on you.”
“Maybe.”
“Planning on getting a tattoo?” He continued teasing her, raising the hem of her shirt just enough to expose the slight dip of her waist. “I suggest `Property of Justin Aston’ or `If found, return immediately to Justin Aston’ or `Mrs. Aston.’” As she rolled her eyes, he added, “Justin would do.”
Or Justin's Slut. Dear god, that thought wasn't going away anytime soon, was it?
“I was thinking of getting a piercing,” she rejoined.
“Where? Belly button? Nipple? Clit?”
Horrified, Valerie gasped, “A clit ring?”
“How is it that you know about clit rings but not anal beads?”
“Knowledge I wish I could do without.”
Valerie propped herself up on her elbows and kissed him on the lips. Justin responded by kissing her back and wrapping a hand around her nape. Then she was straightening up. He looked disappointed. “I have papers to check, husband.” She explained. “We’re going home tomorrow, and I wouldn’t have done anything.”
“Do it in bed, not over there.” Justin sounded cross as she took the papers and went to the desk by the window.
Blushing, she said over her shoulder, “You’ll distract me, and we’ll end up. . .”
“What?” He lay on his side, chin propped up by his fist. No flesh-and-blood human should look that good, Valerie thought as she put the papers on the desk and faced him, arms crossed.
“I know you. You’re going to distract me, and we’ll end up having sex on the papers. Not happening, husband.” She shot him a stern look and pulled out a chair to sit down.
“Sex is the last thing on my mind,” Justin said, still on his side and looking at her. “I don’t know if you remember, wife, but while last night’s sex was out of this world, I’m quite sore all over. You, too, I’m sure. I was treating you as a bed and a pillow when I woke up. Unless you’re one hell of a superwoman and aren’t tired at all?”
She was tired. And sore. And stiff. She had wanted to sleep but was too tensed about Donald and Justin. It was a long time before sense returned to tell her that Donald wouldn’t hurt his son just because he was having sex with his wife on a lounge chair. Still, it wasn’t enough. And with her little boys gone off to have fun, there was little else to distract her but student papers.
She turned to Justin. “We’re just going to sleep?”
“It is if you can keep your hands to yourself.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he laughed and held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll behave. Come on, Valerie. Beside me. I only sleep well with you.” Then he patted the space next to him.
Well,
now that he put it that way, she wasn’t going to refuse. Valerie dropped beside him and lay down on her stomach, facing him. Justin was still curled on his side.
“Just to sleep,” she told him, closing her eyes.
“Just to sleep,” he echoed, lying down. His warm breath feathered her face.
She flung an arm around his stomach, moving closer. His lips brushed her forehead.
“I love you, Justin.”
“Don’t stop.”
She nudged his knee with her own. “You’re an ass; you know that?”
He chuckled and pulled her until she was lying half on top of him.
“Your eyes are really beautiful, my Val.”
“Shut up.”
“I love you.”
“Hmm. That’ll do, husband. That will do.”
Nine
Once again, Donald Aston kidnapped his grandchildren, taking them with him to go golfing, followed by a pizza lunch. They went home soon after because the parade would be in a few hours and the kids had to be well-rested. It was Valerie who met him at the door of their suite this time because Justin was in the shower.
She was well-rested, her mind clearer, and she wasn’t as all out of sorts as she was earlier in the day. There was no stopping the blush in her cheeks when she faced her father-in-law. To his credit, Donald treated her as if nothing happened. Valerie was putting the children down for a nap when Justin emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist, magnificent with his hair damp and rendered dark gold and droplets still clinging to his golden skin. He grinned at the children as he helped them to bed.
Tyler rubbed his nose against his skin. “You smell nice, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” Justin nuzzled his nose in his hair as he put him on the bed.
“But, mommy smells nicer.”
As Valerie hid a laugh by kissing Kenneth all over, Justin snorted, “Yeah? What does she smell like?”
“Like candy!” Leo suddenly piped up from his bed. His grin was magical.
“Yeah!” Tyler agreed.
“So, what do I smell like?” Justin frowned exaggeratedly at his sons.
“Grr!” Colin shouted. Kenneth nodded and also said, “Grr!”
“Like a beast?” Justin asked, sniffing his underarm. This time, Valerie couldn’t stop her laugh. He sauntered over her. “Do I smell like a beast, Mommy?”
He wrapped his arms around her as he spoke. Valerie, scarlet, sputtered, “S-Sometimes.”
“See!” Leo said.
“Does that mean I stink?” Justin asked, pretending to be horrified.
“No, Daddy,” Tyler said.
“Mommy just smells nicer,” Leo thought to clarify.
“That she does,” Justin agreed. “Although I am concerned about my children likening my scent to an animal. I mean, cologne isn’t exactly cheap. I might have to switch brands.”
“You don’t use cheap cologne, you mean,” Valerie told him, brushing her lips against his before patting his hands to remove them from her waist. “Get dressed, husband. I’ll finish here.”
Justin grinned, kissed her back, and went to their room. Valerie drew the blankets to her children’s chins. Tyler demanded a story, but she told him that since they would only be taking a little nap, a story would take too long. She promised to read them two stories before bedtime tonight. Mollified, the Aston twins fell asleep.
In their bedroom, she joined Justin in the closet. She was dressed in a ratty t-shirt and jogging pants with a hole on one knee - fine enough back home but certainly not proper for Shady Grove. She turned around, taking off her top as she did.
Justin tugged down a sweater and turned just in time to see his wife removing her top. Her back was broad and defined with muscle - it would be the envy of every man, actually. She pulled down her pants next, and he was glad to see that, as she’d been doing the last couple of days, skipped underwear again. He went to her and palmed the high cheek of her heavily-freckled ass, causing her to freeze in the act of putting on a tank top.
“Just admiring,” he told her, his touch reverent and gentle on the smooth, soft skin. “Oh god, wife, that is a succulent peach.”
She laughed and finished dragging the tank down. She faced him then, smirking and blushing heavily. Combined with the sparkle in her eyes, the deepening pink in her cheeks, her nipples straining against the cotton and her sex with its springy, auburn curls warm and bare to the touch, she made a very provocative picture. He was hard; his cock was beginning to rise and push against his pants, but for now, looking at his wife was more than enough. Only for a short while. A very short while.
“You have a fruit obsession,” she remarked. “My freckles are raspberries, and I believe one time you likened my breasts to apples. Now my ass is a peach.” He grinned as she put her arms around him. “Husband, I sometimes think that you see me as a fruit basket.”
“More like a fruit buffet,” he said, burying his nose behind her ear. Inhaling deeply, he whispered, “But Leo’s right. You do smell like candy.”
“I’m a fruit buffet?” Valerie couldn’t hide the laughter from her voice.
“Uh-huh. See your mouth? Plump like a really juicy strawberry.” He pulled her lower lip between his teeth, sucking. She trembled, her hands gripping him on his shoulders. As the kiss deepened, his hands climbed to her breasts. “Your breasts are the size of apples but soft, of course. Nipples, when they’re tight, they look like raspberries.” They continued kissing, their breathing growing swift. He continued with his caresses. “Your butt is a peach and your pussy, ah…”
He gripped her by the nape, holding her steady against his kiss as he palmed the heat between her legs. Her eyes closed as he easily found her clit and started touching it firmly, lazily before sliding a finger inside. He thrust into her with it gently, smiling softly as her breath quickened. He whispered for her to open her eyes, and the spell his finger brought her came to a sudden end as he pulled out. Her entire body was aflame as he showed her the shining digit before wrapping his lips around it.
“Your sex isn’t like any other. It’s pink and tight, and you do taste and smell the sweetest here. I’d say it’s a candy shop.”
“A candy shop,” Valerie echoed weakly, shaking her head.
“Yeah. Sweet and rich. Really sinful. I’ll get diabetes from having too much dessert.” His finger slid back inside. “God, I love your free samples.”
She was that sexy tomato red again, his favorite shade. “You’re ridiculous. And corny. I can’t believe you won that advertising award.”
“Sometimes, advertisements lie. I don’t. Here,” and he swirled his finger in her sex, gathering her moisture before pulling out. A clear bead crowned his middle finger. “Taste yourself.”
She shook her head, reddening even more at how outrageous he was. He sighed and sucked on his finger. He was licking it obscenely, delighting in how much she got more impossibly red when she reached for the zipper of his pants.
“Is that how it is?” His voice sounded a little strangled.
“Um, I like free samples too.” She said, looking up at him before concentrating on undoing the zip and pulling his pants down.
She held him in the palm of her hand as she kissed up and down and around his throat while he circled her ear with his tongue and lovingly caressed the span of her back, her waist. They touched and grappled, both of them looking in each other’s eyes before they slid to the floor. Together, they freed themselves from their clothes.
She leaned over him, breathtaking in that hard, harsh way he loved. The only soft thing about Valerie was her eyes, he thought, raking his hot gaze over her, and in the expected parts, of course. But the rest was unyielding. He snuck his arms under her armpits and pulled her down to him.
He bit at the bulge of muscles on her shoulder, kissed around the shy fullness of her high breasts. In her position, her breasts hung like small fruits, just waiting, and his mouth took them, kissing and sucking until her nipples were turgid berri
es. She gasped, hissing they were still tender, so he gentled his kissing, giving her easy, languid licks that for her felt like fiery lashes. He whined in protest when she suddenly shifted away, but it died when she took his hands and kissed his knuckles, his palms. He caught the flash of uncertainty in her eyes, she would always have it, and he loved her all the more, his strapping, huge, shy wife, bold only in the classroom and had to be stroked to a slow, enduring burn in his arms.
“Valerie,” Justin moaned, threading his fingers through her hair as she nipped at his breast, the bulge of muscles that defined his abdomen. Her husband was hard and soft under her mouth and hands, a combination that made her catch her breath. She licked the hard jut of his hip bones, kissed the firm inside of his right thigh, lifted his left knee to kiss the back of it. As she slowly approached his cock, he suddenly grabbed her and pressed her to the floor.
She blinked at him, puzzled. “But I was - “
He shook his head. “My turn,” he growled.
His mouth crushed hers, his hands squeezed her breasts eagerly, cupped her bottom, drew her leg around his waist. She panted against his mouth, and he asked if she would like him to go slow. The question made her pause, and she put a hand on his shoulder to still him, confused.
“S-Slow, Justin?”
He looked as if he was at war with himself. “I can go slow. And gentle. Just tell me.”
But it had never been slow and gentle them. Valerie didn’t doubt that the payoff would be amazing, but she didn’t see the point of changing things a bit. It was always urgent and desperate with them, and always wonderful in ways no words could describe enough.
She shook her head. “I want you to take me.”
His kiss on her mouth was rough and bruising. She kissed him back just as hard.
“Yes.”
“Valerie, are you sure?”
She nodded.
He breathed hard. “Tell me.”
She bit her lip, cursing the blush rising in her cheeks. “I want you to fuck me.”
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