Home (Mature)

Part 7 - Valentine

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed down her bare arm, groaning slightly as he gave her a good squeeze. It was Valentine's day and it's been years since he got to wake up to her, reaching up to swipe a strand of hair that stuck to her eyelashes, smiling while he thought of what has happened between them. There had always been the chance,  always been that possibility  to end back up together, but no one ever believed  it - not even them, seeing that he had settled long ago.

Lindsey's wife would be expecting him, knowing that they would share this day together in the most intimate way possible; a candle light dinner and sex but he'd given all his sex to another woman...not even interested in the woman that wore his ring.

There'd be no way that he could stay here with Stevie all day, fearing her reaction now that he would have to wake her before the usual time, wishing that he would have been smarter and bought her a dozen roses. That would have to happen later since there'd be no way he'd forget about her.

"Baby,"  Lindsey whispered against her ear, trailing it with the tip of his finger. "Wake up, beautiful," slipping his hand under the covers to caress her bottom.

Smiling, Stevie turned her head to face him, opening her eyes and feeling his lips gently mesh with hers. This feeling was fantastic, absolutely worth fighting for as her heart did somersaults in her chest, "Good morning."

"Good morning," now his hand going up through her hair. "Do you know what today is?"

"I don't know, what?" turning her body to face him as he pressed their foreheads together.

"Valentine's day," holding the back of her head as he caressed it.

"Oh?"

"MmmHmmm...I thought maybe if you didn't have anyone else in mind, that maybe...I could be that special guy."

"But Lindsey, you already are and not even just on Valetine's day," touching his face as she gave him a lingering kiss.

His hand went below the covers again, gripping her butt as she draped a leg across his hip, feeling his fingers trail her thigh. "I want to stay here all day, all day in this bed with you, making love until I'm spent."

"I want you to," pulling herself closer, softly running her fingertips along his shoulder.

"God, Stevie, this is so hard now..." closing his eyes as her lips nibbled the skin of his neck, "...I never want to leave this house."

"You have to go, don't you?" pressing her hand to his chest.

Lindsey nodded, "Not my choice..." running a finger across the bridge of her nose.

"When will I see you again?" lowering her voice.

"Hopefully in the next day or so, I'll be expected at home for a few."

Their hands met, placing their fingertips together, Stevie tangling them, "She's so lucky to have you coming home to her."

"Trust me," rubbing her lips with his, "...there's no other woman that I want to come home to besides you."

Being the sensitive person that Stevie was, she began to cry, Lindsey pulling her close as he held the back of her head. She was so emotional and so passionate when it came to him, feeling as if she was in a mess that she'd never get out of - the feeling of never gaining him back in the right  way. What they were doing was dishonest, very wrong in every sense of the word, but it was damn destiny getting in the way; showing them once more how they were fighting the inevitable.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," while Lindsey grew hard, lifting her leg up higher to touch her, wanting to make her wet.

Stevie let out a long gasp, biting on her bottom lip as he played with her, nails digging in to the back of his neck. "God, yes, touch me..." thrusting forwards with her hips. "Touch me,"  she kept repeating as she took his face, breathing heavily against his mouth as he continued to arouse her. "Oh, Lindsey, mmmm..."  moaning as he pressed a finger to her clit, slowly stimulating. "Yeah, I want to ride you."