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They always met at the little Chinese place around the
corner on Friday nights. Sabrina would rush there from the library, Parker
from his studio. It was their standard date night dinner followed by a concert
or a movie, dancing if they were feeling especially energetic.
Joel was at his grandmother’s until Saturday afternoon where
he would be spoiled rotten and given far too many cookies. He was almost four
now and the light of their life, a happy, steady baby who had his father’s calm
and his mother’s laughter.
Today, Sabrina felt worn out. As she stared out the window
and waited for her husband, she took in her appearance in the glass. Fine
lines bracketed her mouth and the corners of her eyes; she hadn’t had her hair
colored in a while and she wondered how many of her grays were showing.
Clothes had never mattered much to her in the grand scheme
of things but even she could tell the blouse she was wearing didn’t flatter her
figure. The baby weight had stayed with her and her doctor assured her it was
because she’d been a late-in-life mother. When Joel was less than a year old,
that made sense…but he was almost four. How long could she blame the pregnancy
for being thirty pounds overweight?
She didn’t
feel
lazy. Parker worked longer
and more erratic hours than she did so she happily took care of the bulk of the
daily stuff. Groceries and cleaning, dinner unless he made his signature
Indian food. Last year, she’d returned to the library full time, wanting Joel
to have socialization with children his own age. He loved the little
pre-school they’d enrolled him in.
She’d had nothing in common with the other at-home moms who
talked about every booger and bowel movement as if it held the secret of life.
When she found herself humming Sesame Street while eating one of Joel’s toddler
cookies, Sabrina realized she needed some adult socialization of her own.
Her own reflection stared back at her as she tried to
remember the last time she’d done her nails or given herself a facial. She
couldn’t. Then she struggled to remember when she’d last kissed Parker for no
other reason than wanting him and she couldn’t remember that either. When was
the last time they’d done
anything
spontaneous?
Sex
between them had always been wonderful but lately, she fell asleep first – even
when she meant to wait up for him. It had been…two weeks? No. Almost
three
since
the last time they’d been together. She remembered a time when three times a
day was slowing down for them.
Suddenly, she thought about the women he saw every day
during recording sessions. Young women with fit bodies and designer clothes
who were likely far more fun and carefree than she was.
It was suddenly glaringly obvious that she was
older
now,
heavier
now,
less exciting than she used to be. And right there in their regular booth in
the middle of their regular date night restaurant, tears started falling and
she couldn’t make them stop.
She didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t leave and she was
embarrassed by her public display.
“
Sabrina…
” Parker was kneeling beside her, his hands
cupping her cheeks as his thumbs smoothed away her tears. “Come on, baby.” He
tugged her to stand and grabbed her laptop bag as he slipped his arm around her
shoulders.
At the front counter, he picked up a bag of carryout and led
her outside. He slowed his longer strides to keep her from running in her
heels and held her hand.
“Parker, I…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Stopping under a street lamp, he turned to her, “Baby, you
have always been the
worst
liar.”
He dropped a smiling kiss on her lips and tugged her up the
steps in front of their narrow brownstone. The one they’d bought when they’d
been told they couldn’t have children. The one they’d poured all their love
into…and then received the gift of Joel anyway.
The moment the door closed and locked, Parker pinned her
against the foyer wall and dropped his mouth over hers. She was dizzy and
holding his arms for balance as she felt him sliding her boring business skirt
up her thighs, pushing down her panties. His hand between them, opening his
pants before he gripped her ass in both hands and lifted until they were lined
up and her legs gripped his waist.
Then he was there, driving deep, and he was so hot and hard
and she loved him.
Always a lover who turned her inside out, she realized this
was the first time they hadn’t made love in their bed in years…maybe since
their son was born…and her climax slammed into her and stole her breath within
moments. Her body locked around him and his name was a moan in the quiet
house.
“Again, Sabrina.”
His words were rough against her lips as he increased the
strength of his thrusts, powering into her stroke after stroke until she was
mindless with pleasure. Strong fingers tightened on her ass as the walls of
her pussy closed around his shuttling cock like a vice, her chest connecting
forcefully with his as the second orgasm rocketed from her womb to her heart
and back again.
Sabrina couldn’t contain her scream as she felt Parker’s
come coating her, heard his groan of pleasure/pain as his arms clenched around
her.
His head was beside hers, both of them slightly damp with
sweat, their breathing fast, and their hearts thumping. Parker’s grip on her
didn’t ease; his words were warm against her ear. “I love you more today than
I did the day we married. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.
There is
nothing
I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”
Leaning back, he stared down at her and even in the dim
light, she was mesmerized by the blue. “We got busy…we got lazy. We forgot
how much we both rely on this.” His hips pressed between hers and he was still
hard. She sucked air sharply through her teeth. “I forgot to let you know,
Sabrina.”
Barely audible, she whispered, “Let me know what, Parker?”
“How much I enjoy fucking you. We’ve made love since Joel
was born and how I have missed fucking you until you’re screaming.” He stepped
away from the wall and her arms and legs tightened around him. He picked up
the bag of food on his way to the living room. Lowering to the couch, she
straddled his lap and he handed her one of the takeout containers and
chopsticks.
She felt his hands on her blouse as she put the first bite
to his lips. He took it, chewing with a smile as he rocked his hips up and
made her gasp. He separated the sides of her shirt and smoothed the backs of
his knuckles over the tops of her breasts. “Such quiet clothing on the outside
and yet I
always
know you’re wearing sexy underthings.”
Bite by bite, she fed him, watching his face as he ran his
hands over her body. When his palm cupped the softness of her belly, his
fingertips touching the stretch marks no amount of cocoa butter had prevented,
she stiffened and his eyes held hers for a long moment.
“Life, Sabrina. You grew a
human being
in
your body and brought him safely into the world. I didn’t do any of the work.
I didn’t gain the weight. I didn’t go through the pain. I didn’t have to heal
or breastfeed Joel when he arrived. That was you, baby.” He took the food
from her hands and hugged her close. “Your body is so good to me. It treats
me so well.” Turning, he laid her back against the couch and pressed more
fully into the cradle of her thighs. “I love your body. You should love it,
too.”
Trapping her wrists over her head in one hand, he touched
her everywhere as he fucked her and Sabrina felt her earlier sadness drifting
away as he replaced it with his love.
They always met at the little Chinese place around the
corner on Friday nights.
From now on, they’d be getting their food to go.
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Shayne McClendon
Shayne McClendon is
an indie author who has received rave reviews for her premiere novel “
The Barter System
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recently released are “
In the
Service of Women
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Yes to
Everything
,” “
Damaged
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Being Delightful
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The Hermit
,” the second story set in
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Hudson
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and many more.
Shayne believes love
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systems. If you are lucky enough to find soul-deep love, you should fight
for it. She currently lives in Oklahoma wrangling teenagers, opening
doors for her pets, and running her content writing company. She dreams
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