"Oh, Todd, thank you!" Blair said, running to him and hopping back on his lap. She kissed his face, his eyes, his neck, his cheek, his lips, everywhere she could find that was kissless. "Thank you!" and hugged around his neck.
He held her close to him. "Nothing but the best for my woman and my boy."
"And, I definitely am your woman."
He said, "It was pretty obvious that you were hot for me earlier. Have you no shame?"
She smiled, "I know, I was so obvious," she said sarcastically. It had been a long road getting back to this kind of normal. She had been tired, sore, and weak. During the last week, she had found herself stronger and able to move around without any discomfort, and had a glowing doctor's report about her healing. She moved herself so that she was facing him. "Kiss me."
"You don't have to even ask," he said, kissing her mouth and moving his hand to the back of her head, while the other smoothed across her shoulder blades and pulled her closer.
She knew how difficult it had been for him to be patient, through the last of the pregnancy, and then after, as he waited for her to heal. But, he never asked or even hinted to her about his own needs. That was Todd, the way she had always known him: a selfless and generous lover who kept her wanting him more and more as time passed. Despite the fact of their love for each other, she found him incredibly sexy, with his tightly-drawn abdomen, and gracefully crafted body, that was also generous in all the right ways. His muscular arms were strong and held, lifted, and cared for her and her babies, and always had. She'd been a fool to believe anyone else was to take his place in her heart and bed.
Here, on his lap, in The Sun, she met his kiss with the most passionate display of return, and their tongues teased each other. She pressed herself down against him, and felt him respond. Pulling back from the kiss, she stood up in front of him, between his knees, and undid her blouse. Revealing the edge of a very pink bra trimmed in lace, she let the blouse lie open, showing just enough of her cleavage and the rise of her soft breasts.
He looked up at her, the way he always did, and she looked into his eyes, taking his face in her hands. She nodded. He pushed her skirt up, and slid her silk panties down. Pulling her to him, he explored her with his mouth and tongue, as she put her fingers into his hair and brought him closer. Without warning, she sat, over his knees, straddling him, and undid his belt, while kissing and licking his neck. Unable to contain himself, he called her name, and whisked her onto her back on his desk, not stopping to push anything off first. She helped by moving all of the desk clutter onto the floor with her free hand, the other in his hair. Finishing the push of the last papers and pens, she brought her other hand to him and pulled his lower back to her. His shirt was partly agape; his pants were open he was free. He heard her say, "Yes," in a whisper as he pulled her to the end of the desk and stood up, bringing himself into her in one movement.
He knew it would not be long.
Leaving her for a few moments, he kissed his way down her again, and began to pleasure her again with his lips and tongue, until she cried out in completion. Then, he stood back up and guided her her legs around his waist. He lifted her from the desk and brought her to the sofa, and placed her down under him, sliding back inside. He looked directly into her eyes, and said, "I love you. So much."
She looked to the inside of his soul, which he left open to her, as he always did. "I love you, too," and pulled his mouth back to hers. Within moments, she felt him quiver in her and let a moan escape him. He gently lowered himself beside her, and they lie face to face, partially clothed, on an identical couch to the one that they'd made love on almost twenty years before. She looked up from his face a moment and said, "You have been the best father and husband. You're so good to us. And patient," she rolled her eyes and lightly laughed.
He used his index finger to trace a line along her face. "It was worth it. You are."
She kissed his cheek, her tongue tracing a line along his scar, and then found his ear, nuzzling and sucking on the lobe, gently. "Todd, you're our hero." She felt him stiffening against her thigh.
"You mean, 'Todd, I want more,' don't you?"
She continued the work on his ear, and then put her hand on him, feeling him respond. "I mean you're our hero, and if that leads to anything else..." she gently stroked.
He grabbed her and kissed her, deep, and in a flash, she was on top of him. He pulled her blouse open to look at her and she deliberately undid the rest of the buttons, until the blouse was entirely open, both sides hanging down on either side of her. He was amazed at how quickly she had gotten her shape back, though it was still full in the right places from being a new mom. She was beautiful. "Round two," she whispered, and glided herself easily over him.
He held her close to him. "Nothing but the best for my woman and my boy."
"And, I definitely am your woman."
He said, "It was pretty obvious that you were hot for me earlier. Have you no shame?"
She smiled, "I know, I was so obvious," she said sarcastically. It had been a long road getting back to this kind of normal. She had been tired, sore, and weak. During the last week, she had found herself stronger and able to move around without any discomfort, and had a glowing doctor's report about her healing. She moved herself so that she was facing him. "Kiss me."
"You don't have to even ask," he said, kissing her mouth and moving his hand to the back of her head, while the other smoothed across her shoulder blades and pulled her closer.
She knew how difficult it had been for him to be patient, through the last of the pregnancy, and then after, as he waited for her to heal. But, he never asked or even hinted to her about his own needs. That was Todd, the way she had always known him: a selfless and generous lover who kept her wanting him more and more as time passed. Despite the fact of their love for each other, she found him incredibly sexy, with his tightly-drawn abdomen, and gracefully crafted body, that was also generous in all the right ways. His muscular arms were strong and held, lifted, and cared for her and her babies, and always had. She'd been a fool to believe anyone else was to take his place in her heart and bed.
Here, on his lap, in The Sun, she met his kiss with the most passionate display of return, and their tongues teased each other. She pressed herself down against him, and felt him respond. Pulling back from the kiss, she stood up in front of him, between his knees, and undid her blouse. Revealing the edge of a very pink bra trimmed in lace, she let the blouse lie open, showing just enough of her cleavage and the rise of her soft breasts.
He looked up at her, the way he always did, and she looked into his eyes, taking his face in her hands. She nodded. He pushed her skirt up, and slid her silk panties down. Pulling her to him, he explored her with his mouth and tongue, as she put her fingers into his hair and brought him closer. Without warning, she sat, over his knees, straddling him, and undid his belt, while kissing and licking his neck. Unable to contain himself, he called her name, and whisked her onto her back on his desk, not stopping to push anything off first. She helped by moving all of the desk clutter onto the floor with her free hand, the other in his hair. Finishing the push of the last papers and pens, she brought her other hand to him and pulled his lower back to her. His shirt was partly agape; his pants were open he was free. He heard her say, "Yes," in a whisper as he pulled her to the end of the desk and stood up, bringing himself into her in one movement.
He knew it would not be long.
Leaving her for a few moments, he kissed his way down her again, and began to pleasure her again with his lips and tongue, until she cried out in completion. Then, he stood back up and guided her her legs around his waist. He lifted her from the desk and brought her to the sofa, and placed her down under him, sliding back inside. He looked directly into her eyes, and said, "I love you. So much."
She looked to the inside of his soul, which he left open to her, as he always did. "I love you, too," and pulled his mouth back to hers. Within moments, she felt him quiver in her and let a moan escape him. He gently lowered himself beside her, and they lie face to face, partially clothed, on an identical couch to the one that they'd made love on almost twenty years before. She looked up from his face a moment and said, "You have been the best father and husband. You're so good to us. And patient," she rolled her eyes and lightly laughed.
He used his index finger to trace a line along her face. "It was worth it. You are."
She kissed his cheek, her tongue tracing a line along his scar, and then found his ear, nuzzling and sucking on the lobe, gently. "Todd, you're our hero." She felt him stiffening against her thigh.
"You mean, 'Todd, I want more,' don't you?"
She continued the work on his ear, and then put her hand on him, feeling him respond. "I mean you're our hero, and if that leads to anything else..." she gently stroked.
He grabbed her and kissed her, deep, and in a flash, she was on top of him. He pulled her blouse open to look at her and she deliberately undid the rest of the buttons, until the blouse was entirely open, both sides hanging down on either side of her. He was amazed at how quickly she had gotten her shape back, though it was still full in the right places from being a new mom. She was beautiful. "Round two," she whispered, and glided herself easily over him.
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