How Not to Shop (48 page)

She was sure he was naked under the duvet and she couldn't help herself, she longed to feel his body against hers. She put down her bags and coat, took off her shoes and undressed, then slid into the bed beside him, curling her naked body up against her husband's warm, naked back. Wrapping her arms round him, she put her nose to the nape of his neck, breathing in the smell of the sandalwood soap she'd been using too because she missed him so much: 'Hello Don,' she whispered.

He stirred a little and answered with a 'hmm' so she moved closer. She ran her hands down his warm, fuzzy chest and stomach until she reached his sleeping cock.

A longer, throatier 'mmmm' came from him now as she held his cock in her hands.

'Hello,' she said. 'Aren't you going to wake up and say hi?'

'Oh yes,' he answered, surfacing from sleep now. He rolled round to face her and kissed her on the lips.

Then he smiled, creasing the skin round his eyes and looking at her with so much love and longing she felt a lump in her throat.

'Hon, I'm so glad to be back, you have no idea,' he said in a voice still thick with sleep.

'I've missed you too.' She kissed him back, winding her legs round his, pulling him so close their pubic hair brushed together and she could feel his cock stir against her as he moved his hands down from her waist to her buttocks.

'I still can't believe I'm married to you . . .' he said, in between small hungry kisses, 'and you're naked!'

He kissed her properly now, squeezing her into him and parting her lips with his tongue. She tasted his hot, minty mouth.

As he pulled her up against his hard erection, she wound her fingers into his hair and placed teasing kisses on his neck and round his ear.

'I have missed you so much,' she whispered.

'I've missed you too, especially your breasts,' he said with a smile, gently stroking and licking at her nipples and the soft white skin around them.

They felt and touched and kissed and licked until she rolled over and pulled him on top of her. Watching her face, he pushed inside and slowly moved in and out all the way along the length of his penis.

'You tease,' she murmured, holding her hands on his hips and moving him faster until they were gasping together in a fast and frantic fuck.

When they fell apart, they were slightly sweaty and breathing heavily.

'God you're good,' she said with a smile. 'I still can't believe you're my husband. I mean husbands are meant to wear slippers and wash the car, not give a girl multiple orgasms.'

'All in a day's work!' he answered.

'Hey!' she sat up, loving the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. 'You better not have forgotten it's my birthday today.'

'I phoned you first thing, remember.'

'Yeah, you phoned, but where is my large, expensive present?'

'Bella, I've just come back from a war zone, there wasn't much to buy . . . give me a chance.'

She didn't know what to say. Maybe she was being unfair. What could Chechen Duty Free have had to offer?

'But . . .' he leaned over to fish about under the bed, 'I did get you this.' He handed her a big, khaki green furry hat with earflaps. 'Genuine Russian Army issue,' he said with a mischievous smile.

'Oh! Thanks.' She tried to look appreciative, then added, 'My first ever birthday present from you. Next year, remind me to get a different husband.'

'And – ' he reached under the bed – 'I can't tell you how hard I had to barter on the black market to get this.' He turned round and presented her with a glossy pink box tied with ribbon.

'Happy birthday.'

She untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was an extravagant set of lilac and black silk underwear. A lace-trimmed bra and G-string, a camisole top and French knickers. She picked the bra up and looked at the label – correct size. She was impressed. Black market ha, ha.

'Is this a present for me or for you?' she asked, but before he could answer, said: 'Thank you very much. You're very sweet,' and kissed him on the mouth.

'Oh good, I'm glad you like them, because I
really
like them. Now stay there,' he said, getting out of bed and putting his dressing gown on.

'I'm opening the wine, ordering Chinese, and I'm going to try and persuade you to spend the whole evening in bed with me.'

'Well, OK then, since I now have the outfit for it,' she said, lifting the camisole out of the box.

They ate the food in bed and made each other laugh, Bella talking about work and Don telling war stories.

'God, I do wonder if I'm getting a bit old for it, though,' he said, serious for a moment.

'Will you stop it?' she told him. 'You are not old, you're 41, you're very fit,' she leaned over, letting her dressing gown fall open and kissing him on the forehead.

'In many ways, you're like a man half your age,' she teased.

He pulled her across so she was sitting in his lap. 'Thank you for your vote of confidence darling,' he kissed her on the mouth.

'Yeuuck, black bean sauce.' She screwed up her face in mock horror.

'I'm going to kiss you somewhere else then.' He dropped her down onto her back and began to kiss her breasts and her stomach. Then he moved down to her pubic hair and blew on it gently. She drew one foot up, bending her knee . . . as she thought about how she would not be taking her pill tonight, because she wanted to get pregnant.

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