On A Thread

Chapter 8

Joshua knew when his wife was testing his patience and at the moment, she was.
Only Brie knew how to shake him up and god! He'd be lying if he wasn't enjoying it. Brie hadn't pushed her husband in so long. Yes, her absence was driving him insane but Keith smiling at his wife with flirtatious eyes? That was it. Everyone else may say that Keith naturally had an easy personality and soft smile but for Josh, Keith made his insecurities tick.
Back there he saw it in Brie's eyes, he may have imagined it but there was a flicker of desire with a dash of mischievousness in her eyes as she was daring him and he sure as hell would take the delicious bait. He wasn't sure what her response was but with the way her lashes batted drowsily and her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, he probably got his go ahead.
As he matched through the yard, heading to the cellar, he ignored whoever was watching, in fact he needed them to see that Josh and Brie were still shameless. And in love.
He didn't need directions to get to the wine cellar, the humid room had always been there hideout. The place held the sound of their pleas for each other's satisfaction. It was the first place they had lost control, below the main room, down there in the inventory, he had fucked Brie there, her back against the steel wine rack, each thrust coming with the clink of bottles against each other as he thrust into her, the wine rack bearing the grunts of raw desires. It was vivid in his memory and he knew that by Brie's subtle shifts and quiet squirms over his shoulders, she remembered it too. His little lady had gotten a pregnancy scare after that time and cried. Brie was more than willing to carry Josh's child, their baby but firstly She wanted to at least be done with college and get a job before getting pregnant. Josh remembered how she avoided him and took longer routes just so they didn't cross path. She did this until her period came, with it came relief and a happier Brie.
He remembered it all too well because the period she avoided him, he had almost asked her father for employment in the yard just to be close to her. It destroyed him to watch her divert and avoid his gaze and here they were at square one, she was avoiding him and he was oblivious to why but their sexual urges always charged through, powering whatever was left of their marriage.
Josh couldn't unsee the way Keith's eyes lingered on his wife, their closeness and oh Brie's feathery laughter, light and soft, she had given that so freely to Keith.
Once in the cellar, Josh touched her feet to the ground and led her down the stairs to the inventory, their spot. His stride, urgent and desperate while still carefully watching her steps. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt. He already noticed the band aid on her palms and it made him seethe inwardly. Seeing his wife hurt was never pretty, he hated it.
Brie's insides felt hot and giddy at the same time. The guilty pleasure, the know that what she was about to do, she was not to but the excitement flooded the floor of her stomach, the warmth of it seeping between her thighs. And when they got to the wine storage, her heart skipped many small beats as soon as Josh kicked the door open, his face was stern and almost angry but in his eyes, she still made out the hungry desire and cautious timidity in them.
Was it wrong that she was enjoying it?
As soon as they were in, Brie's own cautiousness caught up to her and she had tried to resist but the words barely made it out with Josh crashing down on her lips, eating up the rest of her words.
Brie was shocked at how shameless her resolve had melted like butter under the heat of his soft lips and that lingering taste of wine on his tongue.
He was slow, gentle, seeking for a permit to drive it all the way. When she moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, he knew he had it. Her permission. He lost his damn mind.
His kiss grew hotter, more urgent, frantic. His tongue drove deeper into her mouth still he felt insatiable, he couldn't go deep enough, the taste in her warm mouth intoxicated him more than any wine he'd ever had. Josh cradled her head, kissing her till both of them were breathless. Their breaths ragged and needy, mingling with the smell of wine corks and aged oak barrels mingled with the heady scent of hot desire. The dim light was doing a good job of hiding their business but their eyes and what was in them, they both could see.
Her common sense kicked her in the guts but truth be told it wasn't very impactful, she pulled away as though she was doing the wrong thing but this was her husband, they were married and still in love. But Brie felt she was betraying herself and her efforts to do right by him. A jolt of fear ran through her limb and she sagged against his body.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, a mix of desire and uncertainty swirling in her eyes as she gazed at him. The roughness of his kiss left her feeling a whirlwind of emotions, her lips tingling with the lingering intensity of their connection.
As their gazes locked in a silent understanding, a surge of primal desire pulsed between them, urging her to surrender to the magnetic pull of their desperate longing. "Just this once." She said in a breathless whisper and leaned in, closing the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a silent invitation to delve deeper into the untamed realms of their passion. In that charged moment, their caution melted away, giving in to the raw desperation and intense connection that bound them together in a web of unbridled desire.
Their hands moved with a frenzied urgency, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress, almost ripping it in his haste to reveal the silk-clad skin beneath. In a mirror of his fervor, she tugged at the buttons of his dress shirt, a few popping off in her eagerness to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. The air crackled with unspoken arousal as they shed the barriers between them, each gesture a testament to the raw desperation and intense passion that consumed them in that moment of unbridled desire.
While facing the heat of not quite having his wife fully to himself as it had been before and struggling to keep at least one lame flickering bulb of rationality on in his head, his hands protected her head from grazing against the stone wall.
He loved the heat from her body, the way they molded together in perfect sync. God! He had missed this. Her warmth, her hot breaths, her fingers roaming his bare chest hungrily searching for proximity. Brie moaned against his lips and the light in his head flickered so violently.
His hands went for her thigh. The slit of her was a tantalizing invitation, a silent dare that beckoned him closer. As his hands traced the delicate fabric, a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine. The moment his touch found her thighs, a gasp escaped her lips, mingling with the charged air between them. He gripped on her thighs, desiring, wishing hei could take his hands higher and feel her moist. He grabbed on her hips, tempted to hoist her leg up against his waist but that damn light in his head was still on and he couldn't, he feared she'll pull back, away from him.
Brie was ravenous.
She hated his caution more than her annoying neediness. She knew when he contemplated, she knew his hesitation and wished things had been as they were but he couldn't blame him. She couldn't even trust herself to stay out if he went any further.