The Fling

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As much as I enjoyed spending time with Hannah and Bertie, it was nice when they went back to school and Abigail was able to have a routine that included time for herself. This meant more time for me, obviously, for which I was also grateful. Our sex life in particular was affected by the restrictions having kids imposed on us, though I knew going into the relationship that this would be the case, so I rolled with it.

The children attended private school, which Abigail said Bert insisted on, though she admitted it was also convenient because her two best friends sent their kids to the same one. They carpooled together, and I added that schedule to my phone so that I knew which mornings she drove, since it impacted when I got to her place. I wasn't over every day, of course, but I usually spent three weekdays at her house as well as the weekends the kids were with their dad.

On the days I was there, I stuck around until the kids got home so that we could spend time together. I'd given Bertie a well-made small acoustic guitar for his birthday, and twice a week we spent half an hour on the basics. Eventually he was going to start with lessons with an instructor, but this gave him a bit of a jump start.

Hannah wanted a special thing to do with me, too, and we'd landed on playing chess together. I wasn't very good at it, so it was a learning experience for both of us. My favorite part was when she'd get checkmate and try so hard not to gloat about her victory.

Abigail was working on her novel, which was harder than she'd anticipated. She often stayed up late writing at the kitchen table since this was the only time she had peace and quiet. She was there, typing away, when I came downstairs on a child-free Sunday morning at the end of September. "What time did you get up?" I asked before yawning.

"Five. I woke up to pee and this idea suddenly came to me. I needed to get it down before it slipped away."

I made myself a coffee and sat next to her. "How's my character doing?"

Abigail rolled her eyes. "He's not you!"

"He's younger than the- what's the word again?"

"Protagonist."

"Right. He's younger than the protagonist, and they have a fling after her husband leaves her. How is this not based on us?" I asked.

"There may be similarities, but they end with the things you mentioned. For one thing, they don't get together after their time in Vegas, and she eventually finds love with someone else."

I clutched my heart dramatically. "Ouch!"

"Stop! This isn't our story!"

"I know," I winked at her playfully, "but you are fun to tease. I've written songs that are inspired by people or things that have happened to me, but they aren't literal retellings. I understand creative license, baby. Do you want me to give you some space to finish writing?"

She shook her head. "I wrapped up the chapter before you came down and was proofreading it. I'm yours for the rest of the day."

"Mine? I like the sound of that."

"Yep," she closed up her laptop, "yours to do with as you please."

Jesus. It was insane how one sentence could get me aroused. I stood up and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and it was so thin that I could see her nipples clearly. I brushed a finger over one, finding it hard. Dipping my head down, I took it in my mouth, suckling through the cotton material. She let out a mewing noise and grasped my hair with both hands. I moved to the other breast before removing her shirt and kissing my way down her torso.

I paused and traced a finger over her tattoo. "We still need to get this redone."

"I know. I'm going with flowers like you suggested."

"That'll be perfect." I then eased her panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

It wasn't easy to give oral to a standing woman, but I was determined to make it work. I knelt in front of her and pushed her legs apart enough to give my tongue access to her core. After tasting her, I pulled my head back. "You showered."

"I took a quick one before coming downstairs. I was a bit...sticky," she giggled.

She was on the pill now, so condoms were no longer needed. I didn't have any hang-ups about switching between oral and vaginal sex and then back again, but it definitely altered her flavor.
I returned to what I'd started, lapping at her slit. When I wrapped my lips around her clitoris, she cried out and started to sway slightly. I took hold of her round ass to steady her, loving the feel of her flesh in my hands.

"Don't stop," she begged, knowing how I liked taking her right to the edge and pausing. It made for a stronger orgasm, but it also drove her crazy.

I sucked harder on the tiny nub, using the tip of my tongue to add more to the sensation. Abigail let loose a loud moan that made Cosmo howl from where he was napping upstairs, and then her body went weak as a small gush released from inside her. Whenever she squirted like this, I knew I'd done well.

I held on to her as I stood up, guiding her slack body over to the counter. Turning her, I said, "Bend over and hold on tight."

Abigail gasped but did as she was told, jutting her ass out for me. I took hold of her hips and eased myself inside her, pausing momentarily to enjoy how good her walls felt around my dick. Then I began rocking my body back and forth, setting a slow pace so that this didn't end too quickly.

"Shawn," she said softly.

"What, baby?"

"I want you to go harder."

Goddamn. My plan to make this last was flying out the window. "Anything for you," I responded as I did exactly as she requested, each deep thrust causing her to whimper. I held her tighter so that she wasn't slammed into the cabinetry, sweat trickling down my neck from the exertion of holding back.

"Shawn," she said again, breathlessly this time.

"Hm?" Words weren't a possibility at this point.

"Come on my ass."

A sound I'd never made before escaped my mouth, and I knew I was done. Pulling out, I grasped my cock tightly and watched as I released on her supple cheeks. When I was done, I grabbed some paper towels, wet them in the sink, and cleaned her up.

She turned to face me, a broad smile on her beautiful face. "I love it when you're rough and primal."

"Yeah?"

"I love it when you are tender and all about me, too, but sometimes the sexiest thing is when the wild man emerges from that sweet Canadian shell."

I took both of her hands in mine and tugged her towards me so I could kiss her. "I love it when you tell me what you want. Obviously what we did was hot, but hearing you ask for it was the bigger thrill for me. We're good together."

"We are. You know what else I love?" She kissed me sweetly on the lips. "I love you, Shawn."

A rush of emotions flooded my entire body, and I let out a whoop as I picked her up and swung her around in a circle. "I love you, too!" I declared loudly. "I've wanted to tell you forever, but I was afraid you weren't ready and that it would scare you off!"

She kissed my cheek. "That was very considerate of you, and it proves how well you know me. This might sound crazy, but I've known you felt that way for awhile, so the words weren't required. You've been showing me love since we got together, and actions always mean more to me."

"That's not going to stop me from telling you a hundred times a day, baby." I spun her around again. "Holy shit! I feel so much lighter now that it's out there. I love you! I love you so fucking much!"

"So does this make us official?" she giggled. "Isn't that the term young people use?"

I set her down. "I haven't even looked at another woman since we got together, so in my mind, we've been exclusive from the start."

"Same."

"But yeah, I think this definitely takes us to a new level. You had your reservations about dating, so is this okay with you?" I asked.

"Yes. It is very okay with me. I think we should have breakfast and then go upstairs to make things extra official."

I was happy to do that.