She placed small kissed down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt on her way. The feeling of his dampened skin beneath her lips was stimulating, and the sounds of his sighs sent a thrill down her spine. She sat up on top of him and lifted her dress over her head before pulling him up with her to remove his shirt. Their lips connected and their tongues brushed, more tenderly than his touch on her back as he unclasped her bra.
Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him close. She loved the feeling of his naked chest against hers, the warmth he gave to her body. Her head fell back as he kissed her throat, running his hands down her back. He heard her breath hitch when his tongue touched her erect nipple and continued to move downward. She arched her back and felt herself hit the mattress as he moved to kiss down her body.
The sound of his lips against her flesh made her smile, especially when he took her panties down her legs. She was finally free of clothing and the anticipation of being close with him was burning in her stomach. Her hands gripped his face and she pulled him to her lips, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She used her feet to rid him of his boxers, and he hurriedly shoved into her center. He moaned as her teeth sunk into his lower lip, a reaction to the suddenness of their connection. His hands rested on her thighs as he began to move, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Minutes later found them gasping for air, clutching to one another as if they needed to be one entity. She sighed heavily into his mouth when she felt her orgasm building within. It was deep, and she knew it was going to be a heavy pleasure with the amount of time it was taking to explode. Her fingernails dug into his back and his hands grasped the edge of the mattress for deeper penetration as his pace accelerated.
She loudly moaned his name when the warmth burst and spread throughout her body, whimpering as he continued to move. It felt good to feel so weak and dominated. He knew all the right things to do, and he knew how to make love to her with indescribable passion. She pulled him close as her muscles flexed around him, sending shivers down his spine. He quickly followed her path to pleasure and, after the rupture had ceased, he discontinued his movement and collapsed on top of her.
Their tongues twirled together, and he pulled her hair a bit. It was as if time had suspended, and they were drifting through the air on a cloud, at peace. All of the tension from the previous weeks had melted from their bodies. They were left feeling relieved, pristine when he pulled out of her, and they stared at the ceiling.
They continued to lay in blissful silence, which was only punctured by the calming of their breaths as they became deeper. She reached for his hand, and he squeezed in response. When they were together, in the depths of their bed, they were far from everyday events. He wasn't an author, she wasn't a designer's assistant, they weren't parents, they were Will and Karen; lovers. With murmured declarations of love, she rolled close to him, and they slept.
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"Honey, don't poke Abby's face. I don't want her to bite you." Emily groaned and moved away from the cat, which had grown to be very portly since she was first brought into the home. Karen was sitting on her couch with Jack's head in her lap. His coffee date had turned out to be a rude bore, and he hurried to her manse to tell her about it. There was a teacher-work-day at Emily's school so she was out for the day, giving Jack more of a reason to stay until dinner.
"Do you love being a mom?" She rolled her eyes and closed her magazine, which had previously been resting upon her chest.
"I hate it when people ask that question, Poodle. I can't say no or I'd be a bad person, but if I say yes then it doesn't sound believable at all." She giggled and his soft blue eyes met hers in confusion. She felt the need to explain a little further. "The bottom line is, I love my daughter. Motherhood is exhausting, and I'm not sure I like that, but I love having her in my life. Better?"
"Much better."
"It'd probably be easier if I had a mother figure growing up, maybe like Will's. She's helped me a lot."
"Lucky you, she just yells at me. It's always something about greasy hands and keeping them off her walls." He looked at his hands, and she laughed at the childlike look on his face. "Have you talked to your mom recently?" She scoffed and watched Emily begin to build a fort with her blocks.
"She sent me a congratulations card when Emily was born. I asked Gin, though, and apparently she's been back in New York for a while." She shrugged and took a sip from her glass of iced tea. Suddenly, the phone rang from across the room. Jack sat up as Karen moved from beneath him, going to answer the phone. As she spoke, Jack jumped down to the floor and began playing with Emily.
"Honey, you will never believe who that was." Karen returned to the room, placing the phone back on the hook.
"Was it your mother?" He thought of how ironic it would be if her mother called her after they were just speaking about her.
"Of course it wasn't, Poodle. It was Stan. He wants me to fill in for Walker Inc. at some charity function tomorrow night."
"Why would he ask you? You haven't spoken in years."
"I guess because I'm still co-owner of his whole corporation, but, honey, I don't really do anything." She shrugged and sat next to him on the floor, building something of her own with the blocks. "I don't have to speak or anything, just be there as a face of the company. It might be fun." Emily looked up to meet her hazel eyes.
"Mommy, who's Stan?"
"He's my ex-husband, honey." She knew that the concept of exes was something that Emily wouldn't quite understand, but she figured that keeping it boring would keep her less interested. It seemed to work. She wasn't in the mood for recollection of the past.
"Oh." Emily knocked down her tower of blocks and giggled before beginning to make another one.
