A low growl rolled out of him as his hips shifted, “You’re right. We do,” he reached down and wrapped my thigh around his hip as he pressed his lips back to mine. It was slow but done with purpose. As his tongue dipped in to stroke mine, his cock slid in. We both groaned in unison as our bodies slowly found their rhythm. Trevor was right, it had been a while, but he still knew how to please me.
He broke the kiss as he lifted himself to hover over me. “How did we go so long without this, Shar? You’ve always been it for me,” Pain, adoration, love… it all ghosted over his features. “God, I love you so much!”
Guilt, the guilt swamped me, but I pushed it away. I wasn’t going to ruin this moment for us, my body wasn’t going to let my brain win.
“Stay with me,” he commanded. “Don’t let whatever just went through your mind take you away again,” he leaned in, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I sniffed as he leaned back on his haunches and lifted both my ankles to rest on his shoulders. He sunk deeper, and I saw the restraint on his face. His mouth pressed into a thin line, and the muscles in his arms tightened.
“Come on baby. I know you’re right there,” he plunged deeper as he slipped his hand between us and began rubbing. The tingles started to build and as I let my mind go, the pleasure took over, causing my entire body to tighten. “That’s it,” he coaxed as I began to tremble. “Don’t fight it,” his voice was strained and as I fell over the edge, a primal roar burst from Trevor’s lips before he went stiff, following me into oblivion.
He fell forward, catching himself on his elbows as he panted, trying to slow his breathing. His eyes were closed, and as I let my legs wrap around his hips holding him there, I couldn’t help but take a closer look at his face. Trevor always looked young for his age, but tonight I could truly see what the last year had done to him. His once sandy brown hair was now dotted with gray. His eyes weren’t as bright as I remembered them to be, and he was sporting a few more smile lines. His body was just as I remembered it though; strong and muscular, but he seemed more tired than usual.
“I love you,” I whispered again, thinking this was what he needed to hear. I’d tell him every day for the rest of my life if it would help to make up for all the time I’ve punished him. “I’m sorry I took this away from you, away from us. I was stupid,” I began rambling.
“Not stupid. I don’t want to hear you say that again. My wife is smart, and funny, and sexy as hell,” his eyes lifted to meet mine. His lips curled in a grin as he shifted his hips, making me aware that he was still buried deep inside me… and still hard. “No more apologizing. No more talk about the time we were apart. We’re together now, and we’re moving past it. I intend to make up for lost time, and I don’t need any more apologies. Just be here with me,” his hips pulled back before he pushed forward and ground them against me. “I think we might need to build my stamina back up,” he nuzzled into my neck and nipped my lobe.
“I think you’re doing just fine,” I laughed.
“Nah. I think I can do better,” he pulled back and surged forward once again. “Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he chuckled before I silenced him with a kiss. I didn’t plan on sleeping if this was how the night was going to continue. I missed Trevor, and I missed us, and I was happy for the first time in a long time.
I DON’T REMEMBER what time it was when we finally fell asleep. I know we made love four times before passing out in each other’s arms. I know that we’ve been in the same position we’re in now since then. Sharron’s head has been resting on my arm, and now it’s completely asleep. I refuse to move her though. It’s a reminder that she’s really here, and last night really happened. I may sound like a sap, but I’ve waited so long to get this back that I don’t want to do anything to disturb it.
I’ve got plans for today, but I don’t have a schedule. We can go out whenever we feel like it, and come back the same way. The sun’s already above the trees and I’m starving, but it’s so peaceful here.
“Morning,” Sharron’s voice was soft as she rolled over and snuggled into my side. One hand slid across my chest as her leg slowly draped over my hips.
“Morning,” I brushed her hair off her forehead before kissing it.
Her eyes closed as she burrowed closer, “Mmmm.” My morning wood was mere inches from her thigh, and I was waiting for her to notice. She didn’t miss a beat as she rolled blindly on top of me and sank down. “Someone’s happy to see me,” she grinned as her eyes slowly opened. The sheet that was covering us pooled around her hips as her tangled locks fell over her shoulders and partially covered her face.
“Very happy to see you,” I mumbled as she began to rock.
Unfortunately, I didn’t last very long. Seeing her on full display in the morning was more than my brain could handle at the moment. I’ve always been a visual guy. Darkness worked in my favor last night, but now… watching her tits bounce up and down right in my face, seeing her sexed up hair spill around her shoulders, her lips slightly parted as her eyes flutter closed; it was like a scene from one of my fantasies.
“Oh God,” she moaned as her hips moved faster. “Trev?” she panted as I reached up and grabbed her hips. I began lifting her and slamming her back down, both of our shouts filling the room as I filled her. “I’m gonna come,” she mewed.
“Right there with you,” I growled as I lifted my hips spearing her, both our heads thrown back in ecstasy as we reclaimed some of the time we’d spent apart.
“WHERE ARE WE going?” Sharron tugged at my hand as I led us through the lobby and out onto the street.
“Breakfast,” I grinned.
“I know that, but what are we doing today?” she laughed as she swung our joined hands between us.
“That’s for me know, and you to find out,” I pressed a kiss to her temple as she pouted.
“That’s not fair,” her bottom lip popped out as her brows furrowed.
“Life’s not fair,” I tossed one of her lines at her. That was Sharron’s response to the boys whenever they complained, and she rolled her eyes when I threw it at her.
“Whatever, Dad,” she grumbled, sounding just like Ken.
“And you wonder where they get it,” I chuckled before turning the corner and stopping in front of Mac’s Diner. Ty brought Taylor and I here the last time we visited the city together. They have the best pancakes around. “We’re here,” I led Sharron through the door and let her take it all in.
Mac’s is decorated like it was frozen in time right out of the 50s. The chrome booths, red padded stools that line the bar, and the pink and green neon that line every inch of the place make you feel like you’re waiting on a malt after school. The cooks even wear the little paper hats, and sometimes the servers will stop and dance to certain songs that play on the nickel jukeboxes that adorn each table.
“This place is so cute,” Sharron grinned as I led her to a booth along the front.
“Ty brought me here the last time I came to the city; I know how you like pancakes. You should try theirs,” I handed her a menu that was propped against the napkin holder near the end of the table.
“Sounds great,” Sharron folded her hands in her lap as we waited for a server.
Once we ordered our food, we sat quietly just enjoying each other’s company. I reached under the table at one point and rubbed her knee. She started to pull away, but when I didn’t stop, she gave in and let me. I was trying to get back all the things we had before the kids came along. It seemed dumb when I first started thinking about it. Why should I act like I did when I was kid? I was in my thirties now. Wasn’t I supposed to be mature? What Tyler said came ringing through my head though. I needed to go back to before life got in the way. Things changed for us when we had the boys. I was trying to get Sharron to see that we were still those young kids in love, and just because we were older now, it didn’t mean that we had to lose all those little things from before.
When we finished our breakfast, I took
Sharron to our next stop, the Museum of Modern Art. I also had tickets for the Met and the Guggenheim. She’d always been interested in art back in high school, and I thought a weekend of strolling through these galleries would give her something to never forget. I just hoped that I was right.
MAGICAL, THAT WAS the only way to describe the day that I was having. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, like I could do anything and not have any worries. I took one of the pills Dr. Marlow prescribed even though I didn’t think I needed it. I’d had one yesterday, and I silently wondered if my good mood yesterday was from that or if I was truly happy. I didn’t want to question it, so I swallowed the little yellow thing and pushed it out of my mind.
Trevor was going way out of his way to make this weekend special, and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. It was like we were dating again, and each moment was something I wanted to savor. If I could freeze time, I would.
“What do you think of this one?” I stood in front of a giant sculpture tipping my head from one side to the other as I appraised it. I’ve loved art since I was in grade school, but Cherryville didn’t really cater to that desire.
“Um,” Trevor squinted as if he were trying to give the piece as much consideration as I was. “It’s…” he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.
I turned to watch him, and couldn’t help but laugh. I’d been doing that a lot today, and it felt good. “Be honest,” I narrowed my eyes.
He sighed, “It looks like a bunch of twisted up metal.” My mouth dropped open in shock and I watched him try to recover. “Hey, you asked,” he shrugged. “I see stuff like this whenever I go to the scene of an accident. I can’t believe people pay for this,” he scratched his head as we began to circle the piece.
“You have no appreciation for the arts,” I grumbled as I continued to stare at the piece.
“I do if I can tell what it’s supposed to be. This looks like a bunch of,” he waved his arm up and down, “twisted metal. I can’t tell what it’s even supposed to be without reading the sign.” He shook his head. “What is it supposed to be?”
We rounded the piece again and stopped at the placard. I began giggling as I stared at the words ‘When Two Become One’. “What the hell?” Trevor grumbled as he read them too. “This is not what becoming one with someone looks like. Trust me… we did not look like this this morning,” he moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, “The guy that made this must have never become one with someone like you. He has no idea how beautiful that can look,” he pressed a kiss to my neck before releasing me. His hand brushed across mine, linking our fingers before he began walking to the next room as if he didn’t just leave me wanting to jump him.
“You coming?” he glanced over his shoulder with a blank expression before a wolfish one replaced it. He knew exactly what he just said, and he was proud of himself.
“Not yet,” I hissed as I faked annoyance.
“Un huh,” he mused, knowing I was lying through my teeth. One thing I’ll give Trevor credit for, he knows me. He knows everything about me, and he’s not afraid to call me on it. If he didn’t, this weekend wouldn’t be turning out the way it is. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” he chuckled, bringing me to a stop.
I looked around at the landscapes hanging on the wall. The artist had played with different types of lighting in the photographs, but you could clearly see what was in the picture. “You like this better?” I smirked.
“I like to know what I’m looking at,” Trevor moved closer to a black and white photo. “See, I can tell that this is a field of flowers with mountains in the background. I don’t need to read the card,” he crossed his arms over his chest as he pressed his lips together in thought.
“I don’t need the card to tell me how to feel about something,” I moved to a close up of a sunflower. “Look at the way the light bounces off these petals. It’s almost as if you could touch it and feel the warmth,” my voice drifted off.
“You’re telling me that if I showed you that metal in the other room, you’d know that it was two people having sex,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes.
“Who said anything about sex? It was two pieces of metal becoming one. That doesn’t say sex,” I sighed. He didn’t get it. He was trying though, so I had to give him that much.
“When is two of anything coming together not about sex?” he moved to face me.
I shook my head at him, “Men.”
“What?” he smirked. He knew what he was doing.
“You just want me to think about sex,” I turned back toward the photo.
“No,” his voice lowered. “I want you to think about sex with me.”
“Trev,” I moved to the next piece.
“I know you are, Shar. I see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about this morning, and you’re mad at yourself for thinking about it while we’re here. No one can read your thoughts. Well, except maybe me. I like being in your head. It’s sexy as hell, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do so I can stay there.”
“Come on,” I begrudgingly grabbed his hand and led him into the next room. I wanted to see the rest of the museum, and as long as we stayed there alone I knew he was going to keep torturing me. I needed a crowd, and I needed one fast before I combusted right there in front of him.
I KNEW WHAT I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. I’d forgotten how much fun it was to just flirt. I hadn’t acted like this with Sharron in years. It was like we’d just changed into these people that didn’t know how to cut loose. I mean, we had our moments in private, but this… this was like it was when we were dating. I still remember the time I pushed Sharron out of her comfort zone at the movies. I haven’t tried anything like it since, and I know she’d never go for it now, but at the time it was thrilling, and now that I’m getting a taste of the old us, I really want to keep things this way.
“You can pick,” she motioned to the rows of seats in the nearly empty theater. It was a Sunday afternoon, and if the weather wasn’t supposed to get so terrible that night, I would have waited to take her out. We’d been officially dating for a little over a year now, but other than some kissing and a little over the clothes touching, we really hadn’t done much. We were learning together, and I was too much of a chicken to push her. Sharron had never stopped me, but I always tried to keep a handle on myself. My dick had other ideas though.
“Ok,” I shrugged as I led us into the back row. I wasn’t ‘that guy’, but I wanted to be, and the plaid miniskirt Sharron was wearing was really testing my restraint. I’d bought us a popcorn to share and a soda, and now I was gonna get two hours to snuggle with my girl in the dark.
I set our items down as I helped Sharron out of her coat. My tongue all but fell out of my mouth. Any time a guy tells you he doesn’t have a fantasy of his girl in a school uniform… he’s lying. We all have them, and apparently, my fantasy was a reality today. It wasn’t a uniform, but it was pretty damn close. A black sweater that accentuated her tits covered her top half, and the bottom half? A red and black plaid skirt with those over the knee socks, holy hell. She was trying to kill me. I scanned her from top to bottom before taking a few deep breaths to get a hold of myself.
“You like?” she smiled at me innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Yeah,” I swallowed as my voice cracked. How the hell was I supposed to sit here and watch a movie with all that beside me?
“I bought it last week when I went I shopping. I’ve been saving it to wear out with you,” she grinned as she crossed one knee over the other, causing the skirt to shift and bits of skin from her thighs to appear.
“It’s nice,” I lifted an arm to wrap it around her shoulders as she leaned into me, resting her head against my chest.
Ten minutes seemed like ten hours as we waited for the theater to darken, and the previews to start. My heart was thumping loudly, and I wondered if Sharron
could feel it against her cheek. “I’m glad we came out today,” she whispered as the first preview flashed up on the screen. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” I whispered as I started letting my fingers brush against her shoulder.
We didn’t stay still for very long. Both of us were yearning for the other to make a move. Sharron had been a little bolder lately, but I was still usually the first to kiss her. Once I got her worked up, she’d take initiative, but I was always the instigator.
“This is the perfect movie for today,” she panted as she broke the kiss.
“I know,” I groaned against her neck as I trailed my lips up to her ear. “It’s loud,” I murmured before tracing the shell with my tongue. I’d brought her to see the newest Fast and Furious movie. I knew explosions and cars would translate loud on the screen and Sharron’s soft moans would be camouflaged.
“You’re driving me nuts with this,” I rubbed the edge of her skirt between my thumb and forefinger. “It’s so fucking sexy.” I connected our lips as Sharron turned to face me more. I flipped the armrest up between us, and tugged her closer as one hand went to palm her breast.
“Trev,” she pulled back, her eyes wide as she looked around.
“No one’s watching,” I mumbled as I moved closer. We were two of the total five people in the theater, and the only ones near the back. The other three patrons were almost to the front row, and none wiser of what we were doing. “Don’t worry about them,” I murmured. “I’m not into letting people watch me.” It was dark, and the darkness allowed me to be braver. Right now, all I could think about was how close she was to me, and how only a little fabric separated us. “Sit on my lap,” I whispered, causing her to go stiff.
“Trev,” she stammered.
“Trust me. Please,” I begged. I gave a little tug and after a few seconds she came over and draped her legs across my thighs. I grabbed my coat off the nearby seat and draped it over our legs, effectively blocking any view of what we were doing. I knew at that point she’d feel that I was hard, but I didn’t care. She was in my lap. She was in my lap in a skirt. I could feel the heat coming from her, and every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my crotch.
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