This love, p.1
This Love, page 1
part #45 of Forever and Ever Series
This Love
Book Forty-Five of The Forever and Ever Series
E. L. Todd
Chapter One
Slade
My hands groped her firm tits, and I rubbed my thumbs against her nipples. They were hard and warm. The pink tint around the edges contrasted against her fair skin. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but they fit her body perfectly. I loved every curve of her body.
My wife was perfect.
Trinity straddled my hips and rode me slowly, taking her time as she looked deep into my eyes. Her blonde hair was messy and full. She curled it that morning but now it was straight because I fisted it so many times.
The second I came home she was on me, and we only just begun. My body was fighting the urge to release more than usual. Normally, I had the endurance to last a long time despite having a perfect ten for a wife. But now I was struggling more than I ever have in my life.
Every time she moved down my dick her tits shook slightly. Her lips were parted, and she released the sexiest sighs. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and kept going like being sexy was the most natural thing to her.
I tensed and tried to hold back.
It became so challenging that I started thinking about something else altogether. Cayson came into my mind, and I pictured us playing basketball together. He was the least arousing thing ever so that should help.
But that only lasted for a second.
Trinity dug her nails into my chest and rode me harder, slowly reaching a climax.
My fingers dug into her thighs as I tried to hold on. We’d been making love for two minutes—tops. Why was this so difficult for me? I grabbed her hips and steadied her. To stall, I sat up and kissed her neck and groped her tit. Instead of just enjoying it, she rocked her hips back and forth.
Shit.
I lay back and knew I couldn’t last any longer. My body was in a weird funk and it wouldn’t cooperate with me. Like a meteor hitting the earth, the sensation crashed against me. Once the feeling started, I could only partially enjoy it because I felt so guilty for going too quickly. She didn’t even get a chance to climax.
When I was finished, I laid there totally ashamed. I stared at the ceiling because I couldn’t look her in the eye. Trinity knew that was unusual. Never once had I come too quickly. Sometimes it took longer for me to get her to come but I was always up for the challenge.
This was just pathetic.
Trinity didn’t say anything. She leaned over me and kissed my chest, her lips moving to the tattoo of herself just below my heart.
Affection like this always made me feel warm inside, but now I was a hollow shell.
She sat up and opened her mouth to say something.
But I didn’t want to hear it. “I’m going to shower.” I moved off the bed and she rolled onto her back on the sheets. Without looking back I got into the bathroom and turned on the water. I didn’t shampoo my hair or wash my body with soap. I just stood there with my hands covering my face. The shame was eating me alive. I’d never done that with any girl. Why couldn’t that have happened in the past to some random girl I couldn’t remember? Why did it have to be my wife?
Why did it have to happen at all?
***
Trinity must have known I was embarrassed about it because she didn’t bring it up. The next few days passed in awkwardness but at least we didn’t talk about it. The fact she didn’t initiate sex in three days told me she knew exactly what was going on, without a doubt. And I didn’t make a move either because I was terrified I would pull the same stunt.
By the fourth day I was insanely horny.
Trinity and I had sex on a daily basis, even if we were pissed with each other. Even if she was on her period we still got down. The fact I hadn’t gotten any for days was remarkable.
Was this how Cayson felt?
I convinced myself it was just a fluke. Not once did it happen before, so maybe I just had too much to drink after work. Or maybe I was tired from the gym that morning. I skipped lunch that day, so maybe that was it. I was great in bed, and one odd fluke wasn’t going to change that.
I picked up Trinity from work like usual. “Hey, baby. Had a good day?”
She wore black skinny jeans with a pink sweater. It was loose on her but she still made it look sexy. Gold hoops hung from her lobes, and her hair was pulled back in a sexy updo. “Yeah. It was busy, but good.” She grabbed her purse and packed in her belongings.
Trinity had never truly been the same since our honeymoon. She still wanted me to pick her up and walk her home every day. She never asked me to do it, but she never told me to stop either. On the rare occasions I didn’t pick her up, she took a cab home. The only reason why I knew that was because of our bank statements. She never actually told me any of that. “Ready to go home?”
“Yeah.” She shouldered her purse, which was pointless.
I took it like I did every single day. She had a lot of girly things, designer purses that clearly didn’t belong to me but I didn’t want her carrying anything, not when she was carrying my baby at the same time.
I took her hand then we walked out together, just like we did every day. A few girls in the office stared at me when I walked into the building, but when I walked out with Trinity they didn’t even glance at me.
Which was smart.
Quietly, we walked home together. My day had been pretty uneventful, and there was only one thing on my mind at the moment. She didn’t say anything either, probably because she was thinking the same thing.
When we entered our apartment we headed to the bedroom. The second the door was closed I pulled my shirt off and moved to my jeans. She must have been thinking the same thing because she removed her jeans but left the heels on. Her sweater was on the floor a second later.
I moved her to the bed then kissed her just the way I wanted when I first saw her at the office. When her hair was pulled back it revealed more of her pretty face. Our tongues danced together and my cock ached in pain. I yearned to be inside her and stay there forever.
I felt the lace of her panties in my fingertips, loving how delicate they were. I loved the purple color on her skin so I left them on. I pulled them aside then pressed my tip to her entrance. My lips continued to kiss hers the entire time.
Trinity dug her nails into my hair then down my chest. Her nails weren’t sharp enough to cut me but they exerted enough pressure to turn me on. She kissed me harder and breathed into my mouth with desperation.
I pushed past her lips and felt her body immediately stretch for me. It didn’t matter how many times I took her. She was always so tight. I felt the moisture as I moved further inside, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. There was no other woman that made me succumb like this.
That’s why I married her.
We moved together on the bed, and the fun just begun when I felt the urge like last time.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I slowed down because I didn’t want to hit my trigger. When that didn’t work I stopped kissing her. Perhaps I was over stimulated by everything. Her smell made my muscles tense in desire, her kiss gave me chills, her pussy constricted my dick tighter than a boa constrictor, and her sexy moans were simply too much.
I slowed down altogether, and tried not to stare at her tits. But the chemistry and heat between us diminished since I was holding so much back. It became dull and stale, like we were having sex because we had to, not because we wanted to. I wanted to please my wife even if I were struggling the entire time, so I picked up the pace and worked her clit.
Just the simple action made me lose it.
Within one minute, I came. The orgasm felt so good but I couldn’t enjoy it because I felt so damn worthless. When I finished I didn’t look at Trinity again. Last time this happened I was just embarrassed. But now I was ticked.
I pulled out of her and headed to the bathroom.
Trinity wasn’t going to keep quiet this time. She sat up. “Slade, it’s not a big deal.”
I slammed the bathroom door and got into the shower as quickly as possible. Standing under the warm water helped slightly, but I knew Trinity would interrogate me the second we ran out of hot water. I tried to make the most of it and calm myself before I went out there again.
After I dried off and put on a change of clothes, I walked into the living room for dinner. Trinity had food on the table, but the look in her eyes told me we were about to have the conversation I didn’t want to have.
“Slade, it’s—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the table. She made veggie tacos, and my plate was already made.
She sat across from me, a glass of ice water beside her. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about—”
“What did I just say?”
She flinched at the aggression in my voice.
I knew I was being a dick to her. That made me hate myself more. “I mean…let’s just drop it.”
Trinity grabbed her fork and poked her taco with it. “It’s normal and it happens to every guy.”
The aggression returned. “I’m not every guy.”
“That’s not what I said.” Trinity remained calm even though my temper was already flaring. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not a big deal and you’re making it worse.”
“I came in less than a minute.”
“Slade, it’s a fluke. It’s not the end of the world.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. What happens to guys that can’t please their wives? Their wives cheat on them and leave. I don’t want that to happen to me.”
“That would never happen and you know it.”
“If I could never make you come again I wouldn’t blame you.” I took a bite of my food even though I lost my appetite.
“First of all, our relationship is based on a lot more than sex. Secondly, you can make me come just fine even if your dick isn’t involved. And thirdly, you need to chill out. You’re being a drama queen about this.”
“A drama queen?” I asked. “You’re right about that. I’m definitely more of a woman than a man right now.”
She sighed and rubbed her temple.
I didn’t want to sit there and eat dinner like everything was okay. And I didn’t want to listen to my wife make excuses for me either. I left the table and grabbed my wallet.
“Slade, don’t go.”
“I’ll be back later.” I walked out the door.
“When are you coming home?” She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
I turned around, but I only did that because of whom I was talking to. “Before you go to sleep.”
She nodded in approval.
Then I left.
***
Cayson opened the door wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair was slightly damp like he just got out of the shower. “Hey.” He opened the door wider and didn’t ask any questions.
I came inside then shut the door behind me.
Cayson knew there was something wrong just by looking at me. He didn’t ask why I was there or why I didn’t call first.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge then returned to the living room.
Skye was sitting beside Cedric on the rug in front of the TV. There was an extra blanket down, and Cedric lay on his back while holding colored plastic keys. She looked up at me when she noticed me. “Hey, Slade.”
“Hey.” I took a long drink then sat on the couch. “How’s War Chief?”
“Perfect.” She grabbed Cedric’s foot and tickled it.
Cedric giggled and kicked his feet.
I took another drink, feeling at peace when I watched my godson play with his toys.
Cayson took the seat beside me. “You want to talk?”
“Yeah…it’s a guy thing.” I glanced at Skye and turned back to him.
He nodded in understanding. “Baby, do you mind taking Cedric to the nursery?”
Skye knew what was going on even if she didn’t act like it. “Sure. I wanted to read to him anyway.” She gathered Cedric in her arms then stood up. “You know where to find me.”
“Actually, can Cedric stay?” I asked. “He’s a dude.”
“Uh, sure,” Cayson said with a shrug.
Skye immediately handed him off to me.
I set the beer bottle on the hardwood floor beside my shoe then took Cedric with both hands.
Skye stepped back when she knew I had my grip on him. “I’ll take a shower then. I haven’t had a chance today.” She leaned down and gave Cayson a kiss before she headed upstairs.
I looked down at Cedric and saw Skye’s eyes. War Chief stared at me without blinking, just as interested in me as I was in him. That’s when I noticed what he was wearing. “I guess he likes the guitars.”
“He likes both.”
I held Cedric in one hand because he was so small. Then I ran my other hand down his stomach and to his feet. “You have good taste, War Chief.”
He kicked his feet slightly.
“Cayson, you made one damn cute kid.”
He shrugged. “I think Skye had something to do with it too.”
“Nah,” I said. “He looks just like you. I hope he has your brains and personality too.”
Cayson finished off his bottle before he set it down. “What’s on your mind?”
I was embarrassed to admit it out loud, but with Cayson it was different. He would never think less of me, no matter what. I’d done a lot of crazy shit in my life, and that look in his eyes never changed. “You know when you’re with a woman and you’re really enjoying yourself…enjoying it too much, actually?”
He gave me a blank stare.
“And you try to control yourself but you can’t…so you give all your cards away?”
His expression didn’t change. “Just say what you mean. I’ve never understood your riddles.”
I decided to be blunt. “Was there a time in your life when you were coming too soon? Like, with Skye?”
Understanding shined in his eyes. “Now I understand what you mean.”
“Well, have you?”
“Honestly, no. I mean, my performance ranges, but it’s never ended prematurely. Well, I take that back. The first time I had sex it was over in two minutes.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Then no. I’ve never had that problem.”
Now I felt worse. “Not even with Skye?”
“I admit she drives me crazy but I’ve never had to fight myself to remain in control. I’m assuming you’re having that problem with Trinity?”
“It’s happened twice—in a row.”
“Has it ever happened before?”
I stared into Cedric’s face as I answered the question. “No. Not once. I’ve been with so many women so why couldn’t it have happened to one of them? Why does it have to happen with Trinity? When we did it today, I didn’t even last a minute. How pathetic is that?”
“Pathetic is a strong word…” He grabbed Cedric’s hand and felt his fingers. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s normal. Every guy struggles with it.”
“Every guy but you,” I snapped.
“I’m sure it’ll pass.”
“That’s what I thought too. But then it happened a second time.” I turned my gaze way from Cedric and onto Cayson. “The first time Trinity didn’t say anything. But the second time she kept trying to talk about it.”
“What did she say?”
“The same crap you said. That it’s normal and happens to every guy.”
“Then it sounds like Trinity is being understanding about it.”
“Of course she is,” I snapped. “But I know she’s frustrated. I don’t want to be one of those guys that always comes first.”
“You aren’t,” Cayson said calmly. “You’re just going through a fluke right now.”
“I don’t know…”
“You’re just stressed out. Stress can do a lot to a person.”
“Stress?” I asked. “I’m not stressed about anything.”
“That’s not true. You have something to tell Trinity but you keep procrastinating because you don’t want to do it.”
He was right. It’d been in the back of my mind since Dad and I talked about it.
“The anxiety is throwing you off. I’m sure if you told her what happened your problem would go away.”
“I’m not ready to tell her.” I leaned back into the couch and shifted Cedric along my arm. He was easy to hold because he was so light.
“Then this will probably keep happening.” He leaned back beside me and watched Cedric in my arms.
“Don’t say that…”
“Well, it’s the only thing that’s different in your life. Unless there’s something else you aren’t telling me.”
“Not a thing.” It was impossible to keep secrets from Cayson.
“You can always jerk off before you’re with her. You know, get out all the nerves so you’ll last longer.”
I cringed. “Beating off isn’t my thing anymore. I’d rather have real pussy than my hand.”
“Then I don’t know what to tell you.”
I knew what I had to do even though I was dreading it. My dad made a good point, and Cayson did too. “Thanks for snitching on me to my dad, by the way.” I shot him a glare.
“Hey, I didn’t break any rules.” He raised both hands in the air in surrender. “You said to keep it from Trinity and Skye. I did ask you asked.”
“So, Skye still doesn’t know?”
“Nope.”
“It was still lame.”
“Like you haven’t interfered in my relationship with Skye.” He gave me a look full of accusation.
I looked away because I knew he was right. I’d meddled in his relationship far more than he ever meddled in mine.
“Say goodnight to Cedric and go home to your wife,” Cayson said. “I’m sure the conversation isn’t going to be as bad as you think.”
“We won’t know until it happens.”
