Another Chance (BWWM)

Part 13

 
Warning: Sexual Content

Garett's POV

Garett left his office making sure to cover his "disturbance" as he left the premises. He slunk into his personal limousine, his breathing ragged.
He didn't exactly know what he would do when he got home, but he would have to fix his situation.
He wanted to hold Sherry in arms and not let her go until he made up for the months lost. The passionless night she had to live.

He shortly arrived to his apartment thanking his driver before quickly heading into the building. He greeted the bellman showing him his identification. They rode the elevator up to his apartment level. He muttered a goodbye to the bellman before the man descended back to the lobby.

Garett stood in front of his doorway surprised, as he heard music coming from inside. He opened the door closing it behind him. Setting his briefcase on the ground he took off his snug suit jacket that complemented the black outfit he was wearing.

"Sherry?"

Garret called out walking toward the delicious smell of food. His breath caught when he looked into the stainless steel kitchen.

"Got to be compatible, takes me to my limits."

He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt the kitchen heating up by the moment. He saw Sherry's curvaceous body bounce, and her hands sliding up into the mass of curls on her head. Garett immediately groaned at the sight.

He saw her head turn back, and connected eyes with her. The tips of her lips were upturned into an innocent smile until she noticed him. When she stopped moving he immediately reacted his voice coming out in husky, strangled reply.

"Please...whatever you do...don't stop."
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Sherry POV

She watched as he slinked towards her, making her mouth dry considerably. Licking her lips, she reached behind her turning off the stove.
Using her ample courage, she walked up to her husband looking straight in the hooded, green orbs. She wanted to use Dr. Clara's advice and show her husband she needed him.

So she didn't stop him as his hands laced around her, his fingers tracing down her arms. His touch sent sparks that coursed through her body, and made a familiar heat pool between her legs.

Garett leaned his head towards hers, the breaths mixing together making her dizzy. He smelled incredible.
She swallowed at the exposed pale flesh of his chest. The chest she had licked the other night.

Their bodies swayed to the smoky jazz that was playing, the singer's euphoric words wrapping around them causing their bodies to stay glued to each other.

Garett's arms raised up her own as his body glided against her own. She watched as he placed kisses to her palm, trailing his plump lips up her arm.

He got to his knees, kissing her through the thin fabric of her shirt making sure to pass the swollen nipples in front of him. Instead, his placed gentle kisses to Sherry's stomach, finally arriving to her clothed mound.

Sherry moaned, biting her lip until it swelled.

She moaned as Garett dipped under her oversized tee kissing the bare, dark flesh that he found mesmerizing.

He licked the material of her panties, smirking into her, when he heard his wife's heated moans.

He dove his tongue into the side of her panties his tongue licking her pounding core. The flick of his tongue drove Sherry over the edge, her legs shaking.