One and Only

Chapter Fifty-four

Thomas certainly wasn't finished making love to and with Desai. He had made arrangements for the children to be taken care of and for his mother to have a mini-holiday, or so he told Desai. In reality, there was a huge surprise waiting for her once they left their cocoon of a few days at what she called 'the big house'.

She sighed then moaned contentedly as one arm wrapped around her waist, Thomas alternated between helping her move and keeping her still as he slowly pumped his hips upward.

He nibbled her ear, claimed and marked the side of her neck, her shoulder—moaning into her soft tanned skin enjoying the flexing of her muscles with each writhe and gasp. His mouth went slack and his eyes half-closed as she pressed against his chest tensed and came. He buried his nose into her neck, then breathed her in, nearly following her.

Instead, he took a moment to register her still-quick breathing, the raising of her chest, her little shivers ... the echoing twitches of her inner muscles. Those little things he had memorized and would memorize again and again and would etch along his insides if he could. There was nothing about her that he wanted to forget.

He moved his hands to her hips, allowing her to keep her limbs lax as she achieved her pleasure, which earned him a soft, strangled moan as he slowly rocked them and set to taking his time, kissing whatever he could reach.

"Love, did you think I was only going to let you come once?" he asked as he licked her neck and throat. "Oh, no my love," he breathed against her skin as he shifted and suddenly she was on the bottom.

"Thomas," she moaned as he palmed her breasts tweaking her nipples gently as he knelt over the top of her leaning in to kiss her neck, nipping here and there leaving tiny love bites as she wove her fingers in his hair. She smiled as he grabbed her legs and gently wrapped them around his waist.

"Much better," he grinned as she giggled, "but then naked is always better."

"I knew you were going to say that."

"Well, it is."

"You sound as if you were raised in a nudist colony!"

"I used to run around naked as much as I could as a kid." He laughed, "James is a lot like me in that respect." He shook his head as he could see his son removing his diaper and taking off bare-assed through the house.

Catching him unaware for a second she flipped him over onto his back and wiggled down until her face was level with his straining cock.

"Desai," he began then stopped when she asked, "Why do you not want me to? Is it because I have no hair for you to tangle your fingers in?"

"Oh, my darling, no. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. I do, but when I see you wince each time you reach for a brush or the shampoo ... I want to cry because I see the pain in your eyes." He caressed her face. "I want to take back all those horrible things I said, especially the way I didn't give you a chance to explain. I should have just held you in my arms and allowed you to cry it out and I didn't – I was a complete and utter ass." He pulled her up so that her face was level with his then kissed her tenderly. "I'm not sure I will ever forgive myself for the way I've treated you."

"Shhh, Thomas. I've forgiven you. It's over and it is growing back. You know how fast my hair grows."

"That's not the point, Desai." He held her face in his hands. "I'm afraid that at some point I might hurt you – or God forbid – one of the children."

"Talk to me – tell me what goes on inside your head when you get angry. I'm serious, Thomas. I need to know what those triggers are too. We are in this together and the last thing I want is anything happening to any of the children. I know you wouldn't mean to be hurtful and I know it wouldn't be done on purpose. We all get upset. We all get angry at times." She caressed his face smiling as she felt the stubble beneath her fingertips. "I love you, for better for worse, in sickness and in health. So if one of us is sick that includes both of us in that diagnosis."