Sometimes Love Isn't Enough

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

After breakfast, we made love once more, pushing any notion of rawness of her center out of our minds. She may have initially been raw, but her dryness quickly became nonexistent as wetness begins pouring out of her with each touch of my hand. She quickly came, and I soon followed when her mouth wrapped around my head.

"So, are we going to do this all day, or are we actually going to do something on your "sick day? I'm perfectly content staying in bed with you all day, but we should get out together, enjoy this gorgeous day," I say, looking through the white sheer blinds in our bedroom. "I know you want to keep it low key, but if you aren't feeling the park, we can do something else today. Whatever you want, Baby. It's your choice." I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. Giving her free reign means, she might pick something that sends me spiraling into a panic attack.

"No, the park's fine. I want you to have a fun and relaxing day too. Whatever we do, I don't want you to feel anxious. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Okay, but—"

"No buts. Being with you is enough. Anything more is an added bonus. I will take gladly whatever you are willing to give me. Plus, we have definitely need to stick to low key, because I did actually call out sick," she reminds in a playful scold.

"You are the best, Baby. I love you so much. All I want is to be close to you, connect with you, and spend time with you. Lately, I feel the need to be closer to you, to be intimate with you more than normal."

"I can tell," she laughs. "You've made that very clear to me the past few days," she replies, clearly referring to our antics that have gone between us. She pauses before licking her lips. She twists her body around to look at me. "It's ironic though."

"Ironic?" I inquire, perplexed at the meaning. I crook my head to the side a bit, better revealing my facial expression.

"Yes."

"What do you mean?"

She slides out of my arms, turning away from me, to pick up her nightshirt. "I don't want to talk about it right now, honestly. I don't want anything to intrude on our morning." She pulls the shirt over her head. "It just comes down to you want to be close. You have that need, as do I, yet I feel you pulling away from me."

She stands up, my now outstretched arm unable to reach her. "Gale..."

Gale purposely does not look at me, instead walks around to my side of the bed. She reaches down again, picking up my boxers. "I said, I didn't want to talk about it. Now," she says holding up my boxer, beaming. She throws my boxer at me, "Get dressed."

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Both of us practically fall through the door around 5:00pm, exhausted, but extremely happy and relaxed. I place the paper bag with our Chinese food down, on the small table in the foyer, turning around to hang up the keys.

Gale catches me as I turn around, surprising me, as she wraps her arms around my neck and stretches up on her tippy-toes to kiss me. My arms naturally fall around her waist, my lips quickly surrendering to hers. I immediately take notice to the rise in sexual tension between us as my member springs awake. It's taken clear notice to the fact it's been several hours since it's been inside Gale.

"Can we get in the door?" I smile against her lips.

She says nothing, but let's out a moan, as she pushes herself into me, so she's flush against me, barely tearing her lips from mine.