“I did miss you, babe.”
Letting my lips dance over hers as I gripped her sides, I could feel her back arching toward me. I loved feeling that her need matched mine. Unsnapping the clasp between her legs, I gave in to my thirst, quickly and completely. There wasn’t anything better than hearing her soft moans and the quickening of Stormi’s breath as she cheered me on. Her fingers knotted into my short hair as my name escaped from the back of her throat. I sucked and teased her swelling bud as her legs shook on either side of my bristled face.
“Fuck, babe. You’re too good at that,” she cried as her first climax took over.
As my wife rode out her ecstasy, I stayed focused on my mission, making sure to send her into hyperdrive.
Panting, Stormi smiled up at me. “You’re incredible.”
I let my pants fall to the floor as I watched her for a second.
“What?” she asked sheepishly as blush danced over her cheeks and neck.
“Just admiring how beautiful you are,” I confessed.
She grinned. Rendering her speechless was a feat I aimed to accomplish quite frequently.
“Take that off,” I demanded.
Stormi instantly did as I’d asked. Lingerie was sexy and all, but nothing compared to the sight of her naked and raw. She was simply stunning in all the best ways.
Shifting her to lie completely on the bed, I climbed on top of her. “God, I missed you.”
Her fingers ran down my arm as she responded, “I missed you, too, handsome, so fucking much.”
Finally, I filled her, consumed with the most incredible feeling in the world. She was my undoing and my salvation. With every movement, every thrust, my world faded, and all that was left was Stormi and what we had together.
Stormi
Wakingup in Cason’s strong arms was something I would treasure forever. A simple thing, most people would take it for granted, but I cherished it deeply. I loved the smell of his shampoo, the way he sleepily woke up, how he always kissed my shoulder before getting out of bed, the way he looked at me when he thought I didn’t see him.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured before stifling a yawn.
Kissing his scruffy cheek, I curled up into his side. “Do we have time for breakfast before you have to head in for your meetings?”
He checked the clock on the nightstand and frowned. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll be home for dinner, though.”
It was part of the deal, but I didn’t like his answer.
“Fine,” I whined, pulling the covers over my face.
“You need to get your notes to Tanya, anyway. You know how pissy she gets if you dilly-dally.” He hugged me tight before scooting out of bed to grab a quick shower.
“When you’re right, you’re right,” I conceded, grabbing my laptop from the floor to check my emails from the warm comfort of the bed.
My morning went like it always did when I was home: check emails, respond to as many as I could stomach, chug coffee, send in notes, write as much as I could before writer’s block and self-doubt crept in, and then call Cierra to check in.
My twin sister had moved to California after she graduated from college. She was taking the political world by storm in Sacramento, working on campaigns and following her dreams. I couldn’t have been prouder of her, but I hated how far away she was. It had always been us against the world and that part really hadn’t changed much, but the distance sucked.
My sister’s bright voice answered after the first ring. “Hey, chica! How were the playoffs?”
“Amazing, like usual. How’re you?” I chugged from my oversized mug as she responded.
“Busy and working my ass off, but I think my candidate has a real shot at this one, so no complaints.”
“Slave driver for the win,” I teased.
“Something like that. How’s my hunky brother-in-law doing?”