Page 122 of Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye
Anger swelled in Tarquin’s chest. “The cheek of him! Any guy who makes his partner feel embarrassed or unclean because her body is doing what it’s biologically meant to do should fuck right off! Seriously, like ejaculate isn’t messy?! Sex is messy. And sticky and weird and…wonderful!” He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight. “I’m glad you got rid because Tyler is a daft prick!”
“I won’t argue with that.” She huffed. “His reaction upset me at first, but ultimately, he lost out on having tons of sex with his horny wife. I get super aroused when I’m on my period. I reach orgasm faster, and they’re longer and way more intense.”
“Cor, I like the sound of that!”
“I’d leave him with his beers and video games and indulge in some me time in the bath.” Leia smirked. “The showerhead always made me come harder than Tyler ever did.”
“Now there’s an image.” Tarquin pressed a lingering kiss on her temple. “I’m so sorry he let you down, Leia.”
“Thanks,” she said quietly. “Have you slept with many women during?”
“A few, not many. It’s always felt quite vulnerable—for them and me—which made sleeping together incredibly intense and intimate. It’s not something you do with just anyone, you know?”
Leia nodded.
“That’s why Tyler’s overreaction baffles me. A husband, of all people, should be loving and understanding, not rudely dismissive or disrespectful. He had one job: to worship his wife.”
“Well, to be fair, he was great when we first got together, but…” She shrugged and trailed off into a heavy exhale.
Tarquin brushed her hair away from her eyes. “It must’ve been tough, having him rebuff your desire for deeper intimacy. You deserve better, Leia.”
She caressed his cheek. “That’s why I’m with you.” Leaning in, she kissed him tenderly. No tongue, no sucks or flirty bites, just a soft, sweet kiss of gratitude and respect.
And maybe even love?
Tarquin’s heart galloped ahead, but Leia’s words over cake and coffee a week earlier tugged the reins as he kissed her back: “We have to take it slow.”
She’s right. I can’t fast-forward or allow my expectations to run riot like I usually do. He vowed he’d let Leia lead. And you, Balfour? Follow her and enjoy the incredible view. Her sexy butt wiggle? Totally worth it.
Leia pulled away, a playful glint frolicking in her blue eyes. “Remember I said I get extra horny…”
“Remember? My dick can’t forget!” He motioned downward, his erection growing harder by the second. “So, whatcha fancy, Ginger? I can put towels down on the bed, or we could shower together…”
“I’d prefer here. Cowgirl—me on top—if that’s okay? It’ll let me control how deep you go.”
“It’s more than okay!”
She smiled. “And you won’t hurt your poor elbow, propping yourself up.”
Always thinking of others. “Well, in that scenario, the discomfort would be worth it!” Tarquin kissed her quick. “Just gimme a…” He climbed off the bed and raided the en suite’s linen closet, pulling out several large towels.
“But…do you have a washing machine here, or would we use Fiona’s?” Leia’s worried gaze followed him back to the bed. “For the towels…after.”
“I’ve got one.” He smoothed the dark towels over the fitted sheet. “We’re all set. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Tarquin, are you really sure? Sometimes girl on top increases, you know…the flow.”
He settled beside her and kissed her temple, his mouth brushing her ear. “The wetter, the better, right?” he whispered, erasing Leia’s furrowed brow.
Pressing his lips tenderly down her neck and along her collarbone, his fingers curled under the band of her panties but went no farther, waiting for Leia’s okay. He didn’t have to wait long.
She pulled the fabric from her hips and edged onto her side, yanking the panties down her legs. Folding the cotton material over her pad, she left her underwear on top of her jeans splayed on a chair.
Thanks to that asshole Tyler, I know she’ll feel vulnerable about this no matter what I say. Tarquin’s heart ached. But I’ll do all I can to help her feel beautiful, comfortable, and safe. He smiled as she picked up the lube and climbed back on the bed. “C’mere, gorgeous.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips. “How do you want me? Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?”
“Hard and fast.” Straddling his thighs, she nudged his shoulders back onto the stack of plump pillows. Her chest rose and fell, her determination undeniable. “I want you so bad it’s obscene.” She dropped the bottle of lube on the crumpled blankets. “I won’t last long.”
“Nor me.” Tarquin’s heavy gaze snagged on her breasts, her nipples erect and begging to be sucked. I’ve fantasized about this so much over the past ten months, it’s surprising I haven’t worn out my dick. He cupped her breasts and gently squeezed, their soft curves, luscious weight…all his and no one else’s. But memory-fueled wanking is nothing compared to her silky fullness in my hands, the grind of her hips against mine, or the intoxicating heat of her, wet and tight, riding me.
