A Little Bit of Crazy (Little Bits) (8 page)

     How can I stay angry at him now? “Dammit. You really know how to soften up a female with tales of lost brothers and missing information,” I giggle and rest my head on his shoulder.

     “You still want a divorce?”

     I sigh and shake my head, “I guess not. Just don’t let me down again. Or at least call and tell me. I would’ve understood. Hell I would have come and helped you. That’s more important than a trip to the beach.”

     “I promise,” he mumbles and wraps his arms around me. “I love you Maya.”

     “Hmm,” I say and snuggle into his neck. “Enough to screw me in the Jacuzzi?”

     His eyes light up with excitement and seconds later I’m on my back on the couch. In one swift move he lifts my dress off me and stares down at my bikini clad body. “Fuck… I’m the luckiest man alive.” He grins and lunges for me. I squeal as he growls, playfully biting my neck. Then things start to get serious, his tongue traces the curve of my breast and my entire body hums with ecstasy. I grip his hair and groan as he rubs his nose along the curve of my neck. His warm breath causing my skin to break out in little bumps.

     “I need you,” I whimper as his hand reaches into my white bikini bottoms. “Now.”

     “No condoms remember,” he says and kisses a trail down my body. “You smell like sun lotion and fresh air. It’s intoxicating.”

     “God,” I moan and watch as he bites into my thigh. I cry out from the sharp pain that’s soon turned into pleasure as he presses his tongue to my core through my bikini bottoms. “James.” My voice is barely above a whisper as he pushes my pants to the side and enters me with a finger.

     “You’re so warm and wet,” he growls and sucks on that sensitive nub. “You taste fucking beautiful Maya.”

     I begin to pant and writhe beneath him as he works his magic, teasing and tasting. My body arches of the couch, my hands grip his hair and my hips bucks against him. So damn close.

     Before I can climax he leans up onto his knees and tugs my bottoms off. I watch as he pulls his shorts down and his erection springs free. His eyes watch my face cautiously as he lowers himself to me, kissing my mouth with a passion equal to that of a wildfire. He’s consuming me, devouring me. Then slam. He thrusts into me with a loud cry. He hisses my name through his clenched teeth and presses his forehead to mine.

     The feeling is amazing, I’m so sensitive, it’s my first time without a condom and by god he feels amazing. I don’t want it to stop, I need him to move. My entire body is tense beneath him, waiting for him to begin pounding.

     He leans up on his elbows and smiles down at me, “Intense. I need a moment.”

     I nod and squeal as he lifts me off the couch, my legs still wrapped around him and his cock still buried deep within. He walks out of the living room and into the bedroom where he rips the blanket back and lays us in the middle.

     “I want to do this my way,” he whispers in my ear causing me to shiver and my insides to tense. “Please. Let me make love to you.”

     “James,” I warn and grab his hair in one hand as my other pulls his hip closer to me.

     His dark eyes soften, he smiles a little and kisses me gently, sweetly. I feel him move, his hips circle and my body sets on fire. He circles again and moans deep in his throat as he trails kisses down my neck and to my bikini clad breasts. I feel his hand undoing the tied straps and relish the cool air from the air con on my now bare breasts.

     I raise my hips as he pulls out and slowly glides back in. “You feel amazing.”

     “Took the words right out of my mouth,” he murmurs sweetly in my ear before circling my nipple with his tongue and softly nibbling the hard nub. “I love you Maya. So fucking much.” Thrust, circle. “I always have.” Thrust, circle. “I need you.” He grunts and circles his hips again, his large member is hitting every important spot, effectively sending me into a haze of pure pleasure.

     I run my nails down his back and grip his hips with my thighs, wanting him closer. Needing him closer. “James,” I beg, I’m not sure what for. My stomach is clenching, my insides are tightening with each thrust, each circle, and each draw back. I’m on the edge of explosion but not quite tipping over. It’s amazing, even my feet are tingling.

     “Look at me,” he says and leans up on his arms. I don’t object, I stare straight into his eyes, my breathing hitches as I watch his gorgeous, beautiful face tense as his pleasure consumes him. Both of us connected in ways I’ve never felt or witnessed before. “Maya. Come with me baby.” I nod, my eyes never leaving his as the edge nears and I spill over into oblivion. Color explodes in my mind, yet I see his eyes clearly through the rainbow fog, I see his face relax as his own orgasm consumes him. I see his smile as I whimper his name. He throbs inside of my tight channel, I pulse against him.

     Instead of flopping down on me he lowers his head and kisses me softly, his tongue and lips stroke my own, oh so gently they’re barely a whisper against me. “Thank you,” he sighs and finally flops down onto me and I wrap my arms tightly around his head which rests on my breasts.

     Things are a lot easier after that. We spend the evening together, we’ve just been for dinner and now we’re going to the cinema to see some action movie with lots of half-naked men. Although none of them held a candle to my husband. He is still the god of male perfection.

     “Channing Tatum, fuck me,” I mumble as the half-naked man walks on screen, his chest all oiled and slick. Hubba, hubba, nom, nom, nom.

     “Will you stop obsessing?” my husband hisses in my ear.

     I shake my head, “Sorry, who
are you? I’m too busy obsessing about Mr. Oiled perfection to pay attention.”

     “So you think he has a better body than me?”

     “No, but he’s forbidden… so it’s much more enticing than you are right now.”

     He scoffs and elbows me in the arm, causing me to spill my popcorn.

Who cares about popcorn? Channing Tatum… hello!

Got it libido, thanks for the commentary.

     “Look what you made me do.” I sigh and push the popcorn from my lap. “Oh my god, he’s back.”

     “Shhh,” someone hisses. The cinema is relatively empty, save for about five people.

     “Yes Maya,
shhh,” James grumbles, his body shaking with silent laughter.

     “Not a chance, I think I might go hump the screen.”

     “You are vulgar. Seriously, I drew the short straw with you. Why can’t you be a normal wife?”

     “Sorry what was that? Channing is talking to me. You want me to get divorced Channing? And marry you! Oh, well, definitely,” I turn to James, my cheeky grin in place. “What was that about straws?”

     “I hate you.” He scowls playfully and kisses my nose. “Is my body seriously that defective?”

     “Hell no baby, your body is fucking golden. It’s just, I can look at that any time I want. Channing is my forbidden fruit.”

     “As long as he stays forbidden fruit.”

     “Yeah,” I giggle quietly. “Wouldn’t want to get kicked out of Eden. Eden being your bed baby. You being my god. Man Channing makes me horny. Will you spank
me. Can I call you Channing?”

     “I’ll spank her if you don’t,” someone shouts from the front making me and his friends burst out laughing. James grunts and folds his arms across his chest, “You may not call me Channing.”

     “What about Damon?”

     “Who the fuck is Damon?”

     I snort and point at the screen, “his character’s name is Damon asswipe. Aren’t you watching?”

     “I’m trying but unfortunately my short straw won’t stop talking.”

     “I know! You can call me Elle.”

     “Who the fuck is Elle?” he sighs, half growling in exasperation but I can feel his body still shaking with laughter.

     “The girl he’s screwing. Will you shut up and watch and maybe you’ll understand it.”

     “Worst movie buddy ever,” he gripes and I laugh. “If it’s any consolation, next time I promise to be quiet.”

     He turns to look at me, I see his green eyes round with disbelief, practically glowing in the dim light. “I’d like you to be quiet now.”

     “And I’d like Channing to jump outta the screen and saddle up but we don’t all get what we want.”

     “Incorrigible. Damn,” he chuckles and pulls me into his side. “Now shut up and watch the damn movie before I shut you up.”

     “With your willy?”

     “Oh, now that sounds like a brilliant idea Maya.”

     “Elle, Elle, call me Elle.”

     He laughs and I decide to focus on the rest of the movie.

     “What the hell is this?” I wake to a male voice laced with disbelief. “Maya!”

     I peek open an eye and look at the poster I bought of Channing Tatum, stuck on the wall opposite my side of the bed. James is stood over me, his eyes furious.

     “I got it at the cinema. It was too good to pass up.”

     “What are you… fifteen? Posters of other men do not belong in our marital bedroom. Staring at our fucking bed.”

     “Fine,” I sigh and climb out of bed before heading into the living room. I hear him call me, asking where I’m going but I ignore him as I head to the study where the photo albums are kept. I pull a dark red leather bound book out and stark flicking through it. Grabbing the scissors I cut out the perfect sized eyes. I grab the glue, head back into our room where James is still stood staring at the offensive poster. “I’m back.” I grin and begin sticking the eyes to the poster. Once they’re on I turn to my husband. “There you go. Now only you can see our bed.”

     “Did you just stick my eyes…”

     “Yep.”

     “Are you crazy?”

     “Yep.”

     “That’s not what I meant.”

     I yawn and climb into bed after placing the glue on the bedside table. “Yep.”

     “Little breaths James. Little breaths,” I hear him grumble as he slides in next to me. I don’t know why he doesn’t just rip the poster down. This must be his way of succumbing to my every whim for fucking up.

     I giggle a little and snuggle into his chest. “You called me crazy yet you’re talking to yourself.”

     “I’m soothing myself.” He grumbles like a petulant child but relaxes under my body.

     “Allow me,” I
wag my eyebrows and wrap my hand around him. He tenses and his breath hitches before stopping completely. “Let me soothe you baby.”

     “Long straw, totally got the long straw.”

     I still feel bad for saying we should get a divorce and for being such a bitch since our engagement. If I wasn’t trying before I certainly am now. First thing this morning I called in a few favors with a few special acquaintances I have in the city. After finding out the name of the foster home James and his brother shared I now have the best people in the city working on finding his brother and other living relatives. I haven’t told him though, I don’t want him to think I’m meddling.

     It’s annoying as hell when you want to make someone other than yourself happy.

     So, its noon, and I’m stood outside my husband’s office three days after our lovemaking session holding a bag full of deli bagels and donuts and two coffees. I open the door, already knowing he’s alone, thanks to Carlson and smile at the shocked look on his face when he sees me. I hold up the brown paper deli bags and the coffees. He surprises me by grinning broadly and patting his lap.

     “I’ll call you back Smith,” he says into the phone and hangs up. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”

     I roll my eyes and place the food and drink onto the desk. “I just thought you might be hungry. You skipped breakfast.”

     “I’m starving,” he grins and pulls me onto his lap, his hand going straight for my breast. “What did you bring me?”

     I open the bag and hand him his bagel before opening my own, “its ham and cream cheese.”

     “My favorite.”

     “Your favorite is a McDonald’s bagel with sausage, egg and cheese.”

     “How do you know that?” he almost chokes on his bite. I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. “Because it’s my favorite too. And whenever my dad would get me one on the way to work he’d get you one too.”

       “So he did,” he grins and kisses my cheek before taking another bite. A tiny bit of cream cheese sits at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking I wipe it off with my thumb and suck my thumb into my mouth. His eyes become heated and intense, his hand tightens on my breast then he shocks me by doing nothing more than kissing my nose. It’s all sickly sweet and affectionate. What the hell has happened to us?

     I’d already asked myself that question just an hour before when I sat in my office obsessing over whether James was hungry, if he was too busy to get something proper to eat. Something is definitely wrong with me. I’m constantly concerned with James, James oh yeah, and JAMES!