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“Hey Laura?”
I sat up in the tub, “Yeah?”
“You hungry? I was thinking of making us some nachos. Sound good?”
I smiled, “Yeah, that sounds really good.” To be honest I was sorta hungry. We’d eaten dinner at his Mom’s house so early my stomach was a bit empty.
“Okay. How much longer you gonna be?”
This time I laughed out loud. “Why do you keep talking to me through the door?”
“You know why” came his muffled reply.
“Oh yeah” I teased, “You can’t keep your hands off me. Seeing my nude, wet, hot body would throw you into a sexual frenzy.”
I smiled when I heard him moan. There was nothing but silence for several moments.
“Gee?” I called out wondering if he’d left.
“Still here.”
“What ya doin’?” I asked grinning.
“Touching myself. Stroking my dick.”
Holy shit, my mouth dropped open, “What?”
His evil laugh told me he was messing with me. “Very funny, Mr. Way. Keep that up and that’s what you will be doing tonight. Alone.”
“Fine, I’ll put it away.” He teased, “Hurry up, okay? I’m gonna go make the nachos.”
“I will.” I promised. I quickly finished my bath and got out of the tub. The dizzy spell hit me so quickly I had to grab on to the sink to keep from falling to the floor. Oh shit, now what, I wondered. I stood with my eyes closed several minutes until it passed. Tears threatened my eyes. Gerard and I had had a perfect day and nothing was going to ruin it for us. I took several deep breaths and found I felt better. After I slipped on my robe and brushed my hair then went in search of my nacho-making husband.
When I entered the kitchen he smiled holding a plate of delicious looking nachos. The smell was divine.
“I made super nachos.” He said proudly. “Refried bean, meat, cheese, salsa, jalapenos and sour cream.”
“Yum.” I said. “Where we gonna eat them?”
“We could watch some TV while we partake of this masterpiece.” He suggested. That’s what we did. We curled up on the sofa, ate nachos and watched the tail end of some strange horror movie Gerard seemed to know all about. He quickly caught me up on the plot.
“You do know your horror movies.” I laughed as I took another nacho from the plate and popped it in my mouth.
“I’ve always loved horror movies, Mikey does too.” He confirmed. “When we were little he and I would watch them together then I’d terrorize him later. You know sneak in and turn off light on him. That sort of shit. I remember once we watched this episode of some old TV show about this possessed doll. Mikey didn’t want to watch it cause Mom had that doll collection that already freaked him out but I made him watch it. Days later he still wouldn’t go in the room with her dolls.” He laughed at the memory.
“You and Mikey have always been close.” I said smiling.
He nodded, “We were always really close until the shit with Merri happened. After that I guess I just couldn’t feel as close to him cause he didn’t know. I mean up to that time I never really had any secrets from him.”
I didn’t want to think about the shit with Merri. I changed the subject. “So what’s your favorite horror movie?”
He took a nacho and crewed while he thought, “Man, that’s a hard question. I don’t really have a favorite. I like so many of them. What’s yours?”
I’d never given it much thought, “Well, Psycho has always been one of my favorites but I just wish I could have seen it when it first came out. You know, I wish I could have seen it without knowing the secret about Norman being his mom.”
He nodded, “Yeah, I understand. It is a great movie but you can’t help but wonder how different it would be to watch it not knowing that. What did you think of The Birds?” He asked naming another Hitchcock classic.
“I like it but I didn’t think it’s all that scary. What about “Phantasm?”
He nodded, “Oh fuck yeah. I like that one and pretty much all the sequels.”
“Yeah, the Tall Man creeps me out.” I said with a fake shudder.
Gerard stopped chewing a moment and stared at me. I wondered what was going through his brain. He took a drink of his soda before explaining.
“Laura, I never thought I’d feel this fucking happy.”
I smiled, “Taking about horror movies?”
He took the plate of nachos that had been setting between us on a pillow and placed it on the end table. “I never thought I’d feel this fucking happy, period. I love how we can just talk and I’ll find myself caught up in the way you speak. I love to watch your face, it betrays so many emotions.”
His words touched me, “What emotions is my face betraying now?”
“Love” he said softly. “The same emotion I’m feeling.” He leaned over and kissed my waiting lips. After a few minutes of kissing he sat back up. “So now what?”
I giggled, “Now what?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I want you to decide what we’re gonna do.”
“Guess my vote would be – make love.”
He laughed, “That’s a given. So any particular game you’d like to play?”
I thought a moment then spoke from my heart. “I know we got all those wonderful toys today and I do really wanna try them out but for some reason I just want you to make love to me tonight. No games, no toys. I just want you to love me.” I hoped he understood.
Without another word he stood and held out his hand. “I was thinking the same thing.”
I smiled as I got to my feet. He surprised me by scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the bedroom. Gently he laid me on the bed and followed my body down onto the soft mattress. Neither of us said a word as he untied the belt on my robe and slipped it off my shoulders. I closed my eyes as he rained kisses down my face and neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said softly. “So beautiful and all mine.”
I took his words to heart. Reaching up I helped him pull his hoodie over his head. When his chest was exposed I kissed it softly. He slid out of his sweats and my hands ran down his chest to his hips. “Gee, I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you , Little Laura.”
I kissed him with more passion than I ever believed I could feel. This man, my husband, touched my soul. My lips slowly traveled down his neck to his chest. The need to touch every inch of him consumed me. I scooted from beneath him and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. I straddled his body and began a trail of kissed that started on his chest then continued to mover lower. My breath, hot on his skin caused him to shudder. Slowly so slowly my lips reached his rock hard erection. My tongue slowly moved up and down his length, tasting him, loving him. I heard him moan when my mouth welcomed him. He was so hard, so ready. Sucking him slowly in and out of my mouth made him moan my name again. I raised my head to look at him.
He opened his eyes and smiled "Sugar, you are such sweet torture. Now its your turn." He pulled me back up so we were eye level then rolled us over so he was looking down at me. Gerard cupped both of my breasts in his palms. His hot mouth closed over one nipple then the other sucking it strongly into his mouth. I cried out in pleasure and arched my back. Suddenly his mouth left my breast and his tongue traveled down my stomach going lower to the very core of my womanhood. "Fuck honey you are so wet, so hot." He began to slowly lick the hot moisture. My hips rose to meet his thrusting tongue. I was so close but trying to hold back. The sweet building tension was almost too much to take. I slipped from beneath him and in one swift move straddled his body again.
"Fuck me" was the expression he moaned.
They way he responded to me, made my body throb. I smiled, "Oh this isn’t fucking, this is love". I saw the love in his eyes as I slowly lowered myself on to him. As he slid into me I began moving on him, hungry for him. His hands reached up to cup my breasts gently pinching the nipples. The heat, the desire building. He knew I was trying to hold back.
"Let go, let go," he commanded. One final thrust and he exploded. I could feel his release pour into me. My body responded as waves of pleasure swept over me. He pulled me down to his chest and held me while we both shook.
We lay together entwined, hearts pounding. Neither of us wanted to move to break the spell. This was the perfect end to a perfect day.