NaNo Catchup

All right so, worst blogger ever :-p I honestly forgot that I promised to post snippets every day. So here are a few to get us back on track. Enjoy!

1.

I loved when she tugged me down the bed by my hips, forcing her groin against mine. She’d strip off my shorts with her mouth following, kissing, licking, teasing its way to my delta, then kissing and nipping across my thighs before settling in with one teasing stroke of her tongue over my throbbing pussy. I’d arch against the bed, aching for her, and still she’d tease me, licking her, nibbling here, until she finally set to her work with diligence, working my pussy over with the thicker part of her tongue, then thrusting a long finger into me, touching my G spot, making me explode into a star burst. At least that’s what I saw when I came, bursts of light as if stars rained down, as my lower body shook and clenched. And I came back down to earth, I’d reach for her and let her cradle me in her arms. I’ve always had this idea that that’s what love is like.

2.

My husband is a big man, a quiet man, a good man. His hands are big and scarred, tough but gentle when they reach for me. I could ask for a less serious man, a more well-liked man. But this man, my man, is the one for me. Even if my father does look daggers at him from across the table at family suppers. In my father’s day the Saxons, my husband’s people, were still a threat in these islands. The Roman legions had departed, draining like water out of sand away from our shores, leaving the broken tribes to defend themselves against these strange warriors who lapped against our lands like tides, before finally overrunning us and assuming our lands and herds. As the Romans once did.

3.

He didn’t say anything, just ran his hands over my body. I came alive under his hands, my skin burned as if a fire had been lit within me. I dropped my head back, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of his body meeting mine.

And then it happened.

He sat up, guided me off him, then settled himself behind me, positioning me on all fours. He gliding his hand up and down my back, feeling all the curves of my strong back. As his hand ran over my ass, he grabbed a big handful and grunted. For a moment, cold air rushed to cool the heated spot he’d made with his hand on my flesh, then a loud crack, followed by the hot sting of pain as his palm cracked across the skin of my bare ass.

4.

We’d even gone out on a few socials and gone out for drinks with our dates a few times, me with Jeremy, and Claire with her flavor of the… Week? Month? I didn't know her well enough to speculate, but on the last outing when she’d brought a female instead of a male occasioned many raised eyebrows and discreet nudges between Jeremy and myself. And when we stripped each other naked at home that night and I lay on my belly clutching the rails of the headboard for dear life while he thrust into me from behind, we whispered all the things we would do if Claire were in bed with us.

5.

I help her up the steps, holding her up when she trips over the warped floorboards. She mutters something and sags against me, so I sweep her up in my arms and carry her inside. The house isn’t tidy, but it’s clean enough and smells of unwashed dishes and baby. I use my foot to clear the clean laundry and box of diapers spilling folded rectangles from its’ half-open flaps off the couch and lay her there.

“What was that?” I say when I hear her muttering.

She opens her eyes and looks directly at me.

“It should have been you,” she says. “It should have been us.”

Her words gut me.

There’s nothing I can do. My throat is too tight to say anything.

So like so many times in our relationship, I don’t say anything. I kiss her forehead and I leave.