15. Marble Counter

Troy pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. He knelt in front of her trailing kisses up her thigh. Her breath caught and she held onto his head.

She inched her body closer to his head. Troy smiled his tongue ran over the spot at the top of her inner thigh and her hands squeezed his head.

Her legs which were draped over his shoulders now tensed pulling him even closer to her core. Troy smiled again and stood up.

The disappointment on her face as she opened her eyes made his chest tight. He kissed her and unbuttoned the skirt that was bunched up at her waist.

He watched his hand unzip it in the mirror. As her smooth skin and her curvy bottom came into view his breathing quickened.

He lifted her by her waist and slid her skirt down over her hips. Placing her back on the granite slab, he took her skirt off.

His hands revelled over every smooth inch of skin they came over in the process. As he kissed her legs, she became more restless.

"Honey, you have a meeting..." her husky voice echoed slightly in the room.

"I'll get there on time," he murmured as her moan spurred him to repeat his previous kiss behind her knee.

His kisses climbed up her legs like vines until she laid back across the counter arching her back, pulling him closer to her. The shudder that ran through her body told him he'd gotten to where she really wanted him.

"Relax," he whispered, "this won't take long, I promise."

His tongue dipped into her, and she bucked into his face. His hand massaged her ribs and she cried out his name.

‘That was quick,’ he thought, as his tongue and other hand alternated at a pace that had her grinding against him hard.

She grabbed a fistful of her hair and her nails grasped at something to hold as he built a tension in her so high, she couldn't breathe. Her words were disjointed and he knew she was close.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

"Y-y-you, please, n-n-now," her breaths were short and quick. He plunged his fingers deeper and turned them.

Her muscles clenched around him, and she made unintelligible sounds, her body stiffened and then relaxed, he slowly pulled out his fingers and licked them.

The taste made his knees weak but the look on her face as she came down had him harder than he remembered being in a very long time.

What he wasn't prepared for was the heat in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed him inching off the counter as she did.

She landed in front of him and began kissing him in the same way he'd kissed her in the opposite direction.

His stomach clenched and his hands were in her hair. She pushed him back onto the floor straddling him. This time she took off his trousers and briefs.

When she took him into her mouth his eyes closed, and he felt himself jerk under her touch. Her hands seemed everywhere.

She stroked his hips, as her tongue moved down his shaft. Oh God, she almost had all of him in her mouth.

He could feel himself close to losing it and coming in her mouth. Her teeth grazed his shaft as his length left her mouth. Her tongue dipped in and around his head until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Opening his eyes, he pulled her up to him and kissed her. As he kissed her, he pulled a long towel onto the floor.

Laying her on it, he continued kissing her until he felt the heat of her core against his shaft. Slowly entering her; a calm he rarely felt came over him.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned raising her hips to meet him

Thrill rushed through his body. He raised her leg and angled it over his shoulder and felt more of him enter her.

Her hands gripped the towel beneath her, and she ground her hips into his. The sensation hit him from head to toe like the aftershocks of orgasm.

He had to finish this and do it well. Every thrust earned him an encouraging phrase.

Then she said the one that he'd been waiting for, "Oh God, please don't stop. Right there." Her eyes opened, begging him.

Nodding he kept at it. Just as he was about to change positions her breathing changed, her hips arched, her walls squeezed around him in three different places and she cried out, her nails digging into his buttocks pulling him closer.

Seconds later he felt his own come and her arms pull him on top of her and stroke him gently. Troy felt a rush of emotion and confusion amongst them.

He couldn't believe what had just happened. It had been raw, unskilled (on his part) and the best sex he'd ever had. What was that thing she'd done with her hips and the orgasm...his thoughts wandered as her hands relaxed his body.

"You, okay?" She whispered. He looked at her.

"More than okay. That was fucking amazing," He looked down at her supporting his weight on his arm.

She laughed and the sound warmed his heart. "You sound and look surprised. I am glad you found it pleasurable." She kissed him.

"Thank you. I needed that." She closed her eyes and lay against the floor. Her hair fanned around her in a mess that made him hard again. She raised her eyebrow. "Honey, we can do it again, but you'd better cancel your meetings for the rest of the day."

Her eyes were still closed but she had a smile on her face that he knew meant that she was content. He kissed her and pulled himself out of her.

He stood at the sink wetting the washcloth. When it was warm enough, he wrung it out and knelt before her.

She let him wipe her clean. He lifted her body and walked to his dressing room. He laughed as he headed towards the futon, she'd insisted he buy.

"What?" She mumbled.

"Now I know why you demanded a futon back here."

Her smile took his breath away. "It's for you when you work late, you know that."

"Okay babe," he kissed her and laid her down on it. God, she had a beautiful body and she was pregnant.

He cursed under his breath; he had to take a cold shower. He grabbed a down duvet and laid it over her body. He'd get a driver to take her car home.

She'd be awake by the time his meeting ended. Looking at her asleep he was glad that he had married her again.

Best two decisions he'd ever made. Picking up his phone he saw two missed calls from Michael. He called his son back.

"Daddy, have you seen Mommy? She said she was going to see you but she's not answering her phone," Jeff's voice sounded close to tears.

"She's at my office, she's taking a nap. I'll bring her home. The driver will bring her car home in a bit."

"She left home in a taxi." Jeff sounded unhappy.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks, Jeff. Shall I bring pizza or take out?"

"Mommy's already made dinner. Tell her I love her. Love you, Daddy, bye!"

"Bye Jeff. Love you too, my boy," Troy cleared his throat; his family was getting him emotional today. He hung up and headed for the shower.

Troy was in deep thought as he showered, dressed, and put on the fragrance his wife called his "come hither" fragrance. He put on just a little. She'd notice when he came to pick her up later.

Putting on his watch and adjusting his tie, he pocketed his phone and car keys. Looking at his wife he felt his rusty heartstrings creak as they pulled at his heart.

He walked to the futon. Kneeling, he kissed her. She stirred. Her eyes flicked open.