Loving Her (19 page)

I turned at looked at him, wondering if he meant it. “Seriously? If I give you some, you’ll do whatever I ask, all day long?”

He slapped me on the ass. “Yes, ma’am.” He starting dry humping me rapidly, like a dog. “I’m going to hit it like this.”

I laughed and tried to move away, but he grabbed my arms and pinned me down, hovering over my body. Finally, I rolled my eyes and gave in. “Fine. Do what you must.”

He kissed me on the lips and pulled away when I didn’t reciprocate. “You have to
participate. It’s your wifely duty.”

A
laughed escaped me. “My duty? Ty, I give you sex all the time. You’re hornier than anyone else on this planet. I can’t bend over without you getting behind me and humpin’ me. I have to change in the closet, because I know if you see me naked, you’ll attack me. When you don’t get you’re even worse. You walk around mopin’ and actin’ like your life sucks. You’re ridiculous!”

He grabbed my shirt and pulled it, forcing me to lift up my body and be face to face with him. He looked right at me, trying to figure out if I was annoyed or kidding.

“What’s wrong, babe? Did I hit a nerve? Are you afraid I might leave you and become a lesbian?”

Ty shot up and looked at me like I’d been infected with a disease. “Please say you’re kidding. You wouldn’t?”

I burst into laughter. “You should have seen your face. Oh my Lord, your pride would have disintegrated. You poor thing. What’s wrong? You can’t take a joke can you?”

He pinned my arms above my head and leaned down. “Don’t joke like that. My meat is still good and you know it.”

“Your meat is getting old,” I teased.

“It never expires.” He dr
agged his erection over my leg.

“I think it’s defective. It’s been overexposed.”

The more I joked, the more offended he became. I couldn’t help but laugh at the way he acted like his penis was such a prize possession. He finally rolled over and put his arms above his head. “I feel worthless now,” he pouted.

I rolled over, placing my body over his. “I’m just teasin’ you.” I reached my hand down his pants and got a hold of him. “If the house wasn’t a wreck, I’d spend the whole weekend in this bed with you, because it’s what we both need. We’ve been through
hell, and it’s not gettin’ any better. I just want it to be the way it was before. I want us to feel whole again. We’ve tried to be mean, nice, hurt, and desperate and none of it fazes her. I don’t know what else to do. We’ve taken all of her favorite things away and she doesn’t care. We’ve started therapy. I feel like I failed her, Ty. I know that inside of that hard-headed body, there is a little girl that longs to run right back into your arms.” I ran the back of my hand over his cheek. “You think she hates you, but you’re so wrong. She’s doin’ what I would. She’s shuttin’ down so she doesn’t have to deal with it.”

“I’d like to do that. This ha
s been the worst couple months of my fucking life.”

“You know what they say? The pyramids weren’t built in a day, babe. I have to believe that
things will get better. How much worse can they be?”

Ty grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I have an idea. In lieu of everything that’s going on, and since the kids have something to do all
weekend, what do you say that the two of us get away? I know you think we need to clean and do shit here, but we both need a break from reality. I say we pack a bag and we just go. I don’t care where and as long as it has a bed, I’m good.”

I looked around the room, at the bed and then back to Ty. Getting away sounded nice and I wanted to unwind. Ty really needed to. “Do you promise to help me clean Sunday?”

He crossed his heart. “Promise.”

“Then let’s pack a bag and get out of here.”

We both jumped up like we were on the run and the cops were closing in on us. I had no idea what I was throwing in the bag, and I didn’t care. Ty was right. As long as we had a bed, I didn’t care where we went. This weekend was long overdue and I had a feeling it was going to help us both immensely.

Chapter 25

Tyler

It was so spur of the moment that, even after we were in the car driving, we
still didn’t know where we were heading.

We drove east, both aware that we were going in the direction of the ocean. Since it was fall, the crowds of tourist would be gone, and we’d have our pick of hotels to stay at. I think once Miranda knew where we were going she seemed a little giddy. We hadn’t been to the beach alone in years, and although we couldn’t swim, it still seemed exciting.

“I have dad watching the house and feeding the dog. I told him we’d be back by Sunday afternoon.” I reached over and grabbed her hand.

She smiled at me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “This is goin’ to be good, babe. I think we need to get our heads in the right place.”

I looked over at her and couldn’t help myself. “I know where your head should be.” I pointed between my legs, and she sat up and  smacked me.

“You need to see a sex therapist.”

“What?” I couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m alone with my wife, on the way to a hotel, where I know we’re going to be naked, a lot. There’s no harm in getting things started while we’re driving.”

The more annoyed she became, the more I kept taunting her. Not only was it funny, but it also distracted me from what was still lingering in the back of my mind. I was worried about my daughter, and regardless how far away I drove, or whatever I was doing to stay distracted, it wasn’t going to change.

I knew the weekend getaway was going to be good for both of us, but it wasn’t going to make anything better. Sure, we could all use time apart, but I had this feeling that healing wasn’t going to be that easy for Iz.

Miranda ran her hand over the inside of my thigh. I let out a chuckle and smiled. She brought her lips close to my ear and unbuckled her seatbelt. The sun was just setting, and we were on a road in the middle of nowhere. I focused on the road as she unbuttoned my pants and began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothin’. It’s just been a while since we did somethin’ like this. I feel like I’m a teenager and we’re goin’ to get in trouble. Just promise me that if I do this, you won’t close your eyes. I don’t care how old we are. It’s still embarassin’ havin’ to explain why we drove into a ditch.” I felt her warm hands traveling underneath the elastic to my boxers. She traced the skin of my cock with her fingertips. Even the slightest touch got me fully aroused. When she began to stroke me, I had to pay close attention to staying focused on the road. All I really wanted to do was close my eyes and enjoy what was going on.

I made it about a mile before her stroking became too intense for me to concentrate on the road. After pulling over into an abandoned driveway, turning off the car and the headlights, I was ready to enjoy what was to come next. I played with Miranda’s hair as she leaned down and took me in her mouth. Her lips were so wet and her warm saliva covered my shaft within the first stroke of her mouth.

I finally closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing. I’d watched her do it for so many years that I could picture it perfectly in my mind. With a quick adjustment to the seat, I was reclined, giving us both some extra room to play with.

Miranda tugged on my pants, and I lifted up my ass so she could tug them all the way off of it. She got back to the task at hand, while I rubbed her back and focused on her sweet lips surrounding my hard dick.

Her pace became rapid and I knew she wanted me to be done. Instead of letting her take my load, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. In the dim light of the moon, I watched her lick her lips and look at me with confused eyes. “Not like that, baby. Hop in the back and take off those pants.”

She removed her pants and climbed into the backseat. I got out of the car, with my pants around my ankles, and got into the back. Miranda moved to the other side. She put one leg up on the front seat headrest and the other against the rear window. I left the car door ajar as I slid right in between those legs and felt for what I wanted.

Her pussy was wet, probably from sucking on my dick for so long. It made me crazy knowing she got off on doing that. With my dick in my hand, I plowed into her without warning. She moaned as we immediately got into a  good groove. I put both hands on her feet and kept her legs spread as I thrust myself inside of her again and again. The longer we went, the wetter she got. We began to make a smacking noise when our bodies came together.

I pumped her even harder, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, there in the backseat of our family car, where fast food had been spilled and diapers had been changed.

Even with the door still open it was hot, and the windows on Miranda’s side were fogged up from the heat of her breath and body. Her head was thumping against the glass each time I rammed her. Still she begged me for more, becoming as caught up in the moment as I was.

Our kisses were rough, with no real pattern to the way our tongues moved. Her skin tasted of salt from the sweat, but it didn’t stop me from licking certain parts of it. I dug my lips into her neck and licked up to her chin. She sighed, and I did it again.

We were finally completely alone, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in
her over and over, until I passed out from exhaustion.

The sweat was rolling down my face, burning my eyes, but I couldn’t back off. We were right there, both ready to explode with passion. I removed one hand from her foot and started rubbing my thumb over her clit. Even when she struggled to release, I could always count on that to make it happen.

Sure enough, Miranda reached up and grabbed the handle on the ceiling. She cried out loudly, knowing that nobody would hear her. I bucked my body against her a few more times before I felt myself tightening up and the moment of bliss overwhelming me.

We were panting, completely breathless from our heated encounter. While still in the backseat, sitting up next to one another, Miranda leaned her head on my shoulder. “That was unexpected.”

I patted her thigh. “I’ve been waiting for that shit all day. It’s a good thing I’m not an addict or anything. My balls could have exploded.”

She slapped my leg again and climbed out of the car. “You’re so full of shit.”

I laughed and climbed out, pulling up my pants and taking in the fresh, fall air. “You’re full of cum.”

We both began to laugh.

A couple hours later we were pulling up at a hotel that was right on the ocean. It was getting late, we hadn’t had anything to eat in hours, and we both needed a shower. Since I wanted to make the weekend nice, I went up to get the room and got the honeymoon suite. Miranda stood near the elevators as I approached her with the room key.

Neither of us had ever been to this particular hotel, so she had no clue that I was taking her to one of their best rooms. When we walked in and she saw it, her mouth dropped. Not only did we have a heart shaped bed, but a very large hot tub.

She dropped her bag. “Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”

“I swear. You’re the one that picked the hotel.”

We both looked around the room, and at the same time plopped down on the large bed. When it began to vibrate, we both sat up and looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

Behind Miranda was the remote to control the bed. She must have landed on it. After pushing all the buttons, the bed silenced. I grabbed the remote and tossed it to the floor, then rolled on top of her. “You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Mitchell.”

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to get me into bed, Mr. Mitchell. Your wish is my command this weekend.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Are you sure you want to put that out there? I may require you to be my love slave and perform
annilingus over and over again.”

She grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks together, almost to the point of pain. Her lips brushed over mine, but we didn’t take our eyes off of one another. “The only slave in this room is goin’ to be you. You’re not the only one with needs, and I’ve already contributed to the cause. It’s your turn now.”

I ran my hand up her shirt and underneath her bra. Her skin was warm and her nipples hard. “I’ll play fair.”

She grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it over my head. “Shut up and get naked. I want to get in that tub immediately, and you’re comin’ with me.”

I stood up on the bed and removed my shirt, then swung it around over my head. Miranda leaned up on her elbow, watching me and laughing. My pants were the next to come off. I kicked them across the room and turned around, wiggling my ass and pulling my boxers halfway down, like I was teasing her. I turned around again and grabbed my balls, thrusting in the air, while circling one of my nipples with my finger. I licked it and circled the other one.

Miranda was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “Please…that’s enough!”

It wasn’t enough, though. If she wanted entertainment, I was going to give it to her. “Baby, the show has just begun.” I let the boxers fall and started moving my ass around, getting my dick to swing around in circles. “You ever ride in a helicopter?”

She covered her face and curled up, laughing so hysterically that she couldn’t catch her breath. When I collapsed on the bed next to her, I grabbed her body and pulled her close to me. She looked directly into my eyes and tried to calm herself down to speak. Her hand touched my cheek, and I moved my head to kiss it. I lifted her other hand and held it against my heart. She kissed me slowly, like we had all the time in the world. “I missed this side of you, Ty. I know you try to be yourself, but you’ve been so different. Thanks for bringin’ me here.”