Chapter 14: Everything

He lifted me off his shoe. Losing it made me whimper. I was not crying, but I was wrecked, shaking, still open, still trying to get a full breath back into my body. He kissed my forehead and then kissed my mouth.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he said against my mouth. “Watching you do that. My God, Beth, that was amazing.”

He kissed me again, slower. His hand came up and caressed my face, then my throat, then the side of my breast, not taking, just there, thumb brushing like he was checking I was real. I stayed in his lap, bare, slick, his new shoe a mess between us, and let him.

“You are everything to me,” he said.

The warmth of it went through me so fast I almost laughed. Amazing. Stupid.

The kind of sentence that lands in the chest and sits there like it paid rent. I felt chosen. I felt wanted in the specific way he is good at, the way that does not ask me to be smaller first.

Under it, the other thing did not leave. I had just fucked his shoe while he was on a work call. I had come with his hand over my mouth so the man on the other end would not hear me. Mike would not know what to do with this. I was sure he would recognize the woman who had just done it. The thought made me feel sick to my stomach and warm at the same time, which was becoming the only temperature I owned.

He looked down at his shirt; it was covered in my sweat and juices, a large dark patch at the stomach and another near the cuff where I had folded over. He kissed me once more, stood, and went to his bedroom. Still fully naked, I slid over to the couch to recover from my exertions. I moved a hand through my pussy to determine how much of a mess I was making on the couch at the moment and was shocked by the amount of fluid one swipe had returned with. I began to suck my fingers and again thought how much I enjoyed the taste of myself. When he came back to the living room, he was just starting to button a new shirt, and I stood up and told him to let me help. I took over and finished buttoning the shirt up to the collar, then his cuffs, before wrapping his tie around him and tying the knot. Neither of us spoke; we just stared at each other as I completed this routine act of domestic life, a woman preparing and sending her man to work. This everyday act was juxtaposed with me standing there fully nude, my thighs and mons still glistening from my orgasm. I put his arms in his blazer, straightened his collar and tie, and then completed one more act. I dragged two fingers through my folds, pulling them up so he could see the liquid, and then made two quick motions, applying streaks of my excitement on either side of his neck. Tyler raised an eyebrow questioningly but did not stop me.