THINKING OF HER
He enters the bedroom and closes the door behind him. He sits down on the edge of the bed and proceeds to take off his boots and socks. While unbuttoning his shirt, he thinks about what she said to him earlier in the evening.
Can I have a rain check for tonight?
A sigh escapes his lips as he gets back up and slowly pulls the zipper down on his jeans. He steps out of them and just leaves them in a pile on the floor. He pulls the comforter down to the foot of the bed and shuts off the lamp on the nightstand; the only light in the room coming from the full moon.
He lies down the bed, then pulls the comforter up to his waist and rests his head on the pillow while she continues to invade his thoughts. He couldn't help feeling disappointed because once again she chose work instead of a romantic evening at home.
He balls his hand up in a fist and punches the pillow with frustration. He rolls over a few times but is unable to fall asleep. He lays there and stares at the ceiling as the ache he's feeling in his chest slowly travels down his body until it settles in his groin.
He thinks about how she would graze her fingernails across his smooth, bare skin as his own fingers glide down his chest until they stop at the waistband of his jockeys. He hesitates for a moment, then he slowly slips his fingers inside.
His eyes flutter shut as he wraps them around his erection and he begins to stroke himself up and down while imagining it was her hand on him. He stops for a moment and removes his hand just long enough to get rid of the jockeys. Now fully unfettered, his hand resumes its activity; speeding up and squeezing a little harder as he feels himself getting harder with every pull; every stroke by his own hand.
His back tenses up and his balls begin to tighten as he comes close, but then he feels another hand on himself and he opens his eyes to see her smiling face.
Let me finish it for you.
He lets go and closes his eyes once more and succumbs to the pleasure of her hand taking him to the edge and beyond. As he comes down from his orgasmic high, his eyes open again and he watches as she pulls the comforter completely off the bed and tosses it away. He gazes at her lovingly as she slips the robe she was wearing off her shoulders and slowly lowers herself down until she has him fully inside her.
When he starts to ask her why she wasn't working, she rests her finger across his lips and whispers that there were more important things to do than working on a story. He responds by rolling her onto her back while still keeping himself still inside her and cups her face with his hands; his lips crashing down on hers as he made love to her with his body and soul.
She was his wife; his lover; his best friend. But there was one thing that soared above them all.
She was the one he always needed.
THE END