A few days have passed and now it was Saturday. Ned only had a few more days with Katie before he went back to Georgia to finish out his training. Luckily, it was only for another three weeks and then he'd be home for good this time.
"We're going to church tomorrow, right?" Katie asked, chopping carrots slowly before scraping them into the chicken broth. "Or are we going to my mom's early to help set up?"
"Are you giving me a say in it or just asking the question but not giving me a say in it," Ned laughed and cleared his cutting board of celery.
"Sorry, thinking out loud." She smiled at him. "We're going. Everyone will be excited to see you."
"You're gonna make me put my uniform on, aren't you?" He cleared his throat as she stirred the soon-to-be homemade chicken noodle soup.
"Of course!" She cheered. "You look so handsome in it. Plus I have a new dress that I want to wear and we'll look so good together."
"Under one condition," he sighed, setting the cutting boards in the sink.
"And what would that be, Mr. Banks?" She asked as he pinned her up against the counter, turning the burner to low.
"You let me fuck your brains out on the kitchen floor," he smirked.
"Mmm maybe," she pulled his lips to hers and he picked her up into his arms with ease.
They were never the type to bend over the countertop, they liked to be face to face. To watch the other as they came. They went slow, torturing each other on the kitchen floor which should probably be scrubbed clean after this.
She took off her clothes devilishly slow while straddling his hips, giving him a show as she removed each article of clothing before leaving her completely true to her form.
This weekend was all about taking their time, reminiscing in the little time they have with each other.
She was going to take his time whether he wanted her to or not. So he returned the gesture and with slow and meaningful movements, Ned made love to his wife, enjoying as her face twisted and turned in pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulder and scratched at him softly as he brought her to ecstasy. He lost himself in the smell of her neck, the taste of her skin, the feel of her against him.
With one final thrust into her, he went rigid and spilled himself inside of her. She continued to pant and writhe underneath him, having found her own release just moments before. He planted a kiss on his wife's lips, salty from sweat, their acts leaving them both flushed.
"Katie," he whispered and rolled under her so she was able to relax on top of him, failing to wipe the goofy grin off his face. "You've been a dream for me, you know?"
He couldn't remember the last time she was so wild while making love. She seemed so carefree, so confident in herself, in her body, and it showed how slow she took her clothes off to reveal herself to him. Or the way she brought him to her mouth. The filthy things that came out of her mouth. He groaned at the memory, already starting to harden again.
His wife's question snapped him to attention. "Have you ever thought about being with another girl?" She'd said.
"Wh..what? He stammered. "No..no, never. Never ever. Why?" He could hear the panic in his own voice, not sure what brought this line of questioning on. "Did you find a blonde hair or something on my clothes because I can explain that. I would never cheat on you... ever."
"Oh. Yeah, I know that Ned," she answered. "I was just wondering."
He must have literally fucked his brains out because he swore he could hear the disappointment in her voice. "What? Why would you ask me that?"
"Nothing… it's nothing," she said quickly before looking away.
"Katherine…look at me." He sat up a bit so he could get a better look at her. Reluctantly she turned her head back to him and he could see a distinct shade of red on her cheeks. "Oh my god, Katie, are you blushing?"
"No!" She scowled.
"I haven't seen you blush since... I can't even remember." He laughed.
"I'm not blushing!" she snapped, and he had to stifle a chuckle at his wife's frustration.
He leaned forward and took her erect nipple into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth until a low moan spilled from her mouth.
"Tell me," he plead while the pebbled pink flesh was still trapped between his teeth.
She somehow summoned strength as his tongue flicked around his nipple. "No," she said, breathlessly.
He pushed her underneath him and planted a searing, open-mouthed kiss from the swell of her breast, down her taut stomach and against her center.
"Ned," she whined.
"Tell me," he said in a low voice.
"No!" She strained as her hips bucked up to meet his mouth.
He retaliated by sucking her center into his mouth, causing his name to jump from her lips in a shriek.
"Fine!" she yelled when he failed to relent, his hands pinning her hips to the floor no matter how much she squirmed. "I had a dream last night, okay?"
"Oh yeah, what about?" He asked, his mouth moving away as his fingers slid into her.
He moved to his chin rested on her pelvis. He watched her sink her teeth into her lower lip and chew on it nervously, and the blush was also back.
"Don't look at me, ok?" She muttered, covering her face.
He scrunched his eyes at her in confusion. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. Look away or I'm not telling you." He huffed in frustration, but still turned his head. Katie took a deep, shaky breath. "In the dream, you were with me, but then there was this other girl and I don't know…when I woke up instead of feeling jealous or upset…I was incredibly turned on."
"Oh." He whispered against her skin, smirking at her as he went to turn his head to look at her.
"I said don't look!" She snapped and he obeyed immediately, not wanting to miss any of what she had to say. "Anyways, you were still asleep and so that's why I woke you up this morning. I was thinking about the way it looked when she had you in her mouth, and… I mean… it made me come so hard… and now I'm having difficulty thinking of anything else… when…"
"Oh?" He said, allowing her to hear the grin in his voice.
"I knew I shouldn't have told you." She groaned, trying to wiggle away from him.
He quickly halted her movement with his hands on her hips again. He's looking straight at her now and he can see her cheeks have continued to cherry.
"Katie, no, don't be upset. I wasn't laughing at you." He explained, holding her face in his hands. "It's just I find the idea of you thinking about that so fucking hot."
"You do?" She cocked her head at him, and he can hear the disbelief in her voice.
"Yeah, are you kidding me? My wife makes herself come to the visual of another girl giving me head…" He laughed, kissing her and then pulling back. "Um that's so hot Katie. I never knew you could be so… scandalous."
"Really?" And he nodded in response. "So would that be something you would be interested in."
"What?" He choked out, pulling back. "Having someone else suck me off? Is this a test?"
"No…well yes, but I more so meant would us being with someone else be something you would ever be interested in?" She asked shyly. "I would never do anything you weren't comfortable with."
"Like a threesome?" He swallowed.
"Yeah, like a threesome." He could see a fire light in her eyes. Her voice was low and sultry, and even though he was lying on her, mostly, his erection pressed painfully against her, her voice making him throb.
"Ah… I mean, I've thought about it." He muttered. "But I love you, Katie. I only want you."
She smiled at him satisfactorily before pulling his mouth to meet hers. He reveled in the feel of his wife's tongue against his. He pushed her into hardwood with a grin, grasped his rock hard length with his right hand and was about to thrust into her again when he felt her hand press into his chest. When he looked at her, she was wagging her finger at him.
"No way," she gestured down between her legs. "Finish what you started."
He grinned, laughing against her before dipping his head. He'd do anything she asked him to do.
Ned loved to hate Sundays. Besides football, it meant having to give himself a handjob furiously in the shower because his wife would never have sex before going to church.
He thought of the image of his wife making out with another woman until he finally grunted in relief, and he didn't think much more about the idea of the threesome again. By the end of the day he had forgotten about it entirely; after all his wife may be sexually adventurous, but bringing another woman into their bed seemed preposterous.
He still remembered a time when Katie would practically breathe fire when another woman so much as looked at him, yet he was supposed to believe that she would sit back and happily let another woman touch him like that.
That night rolled around, and they were just getting home from the dinner at her parents. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and make love to his wife and not get out of it until tomorrow afternoon.
He walked into their house, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes before padding up the stairs. Katie followed suit, her hand tucked in his.
"You wanna massage?" She asked as they made it up the last of the stairs.
"Not really?" He sighed. "I just wanna shower right now. Playing all that basketball with your dad and brother really wiped me out."
"Okay," she walked past him and into her closet. "You go shower. I'll be waiting."
"Oh, you will?" He looked over at her, almost wanting to wait and watch her undress.
"You bet," slid off her tongue as her lips turned up into a smug smile. She pushed the straps of her white dress off her shoulders, stepping out of it as she entered her closet.
He caught the sight of her smirk as he walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and turning the water on hot. God, he was tired. His body ached for a good shower. He had definitely been enjoying the better water pressure while he was home. He undressed and slipped into the hot water, sighing. His shoulders ached, his body relaxing as the warm water spilled over him. He stepped out a moment later and wrapped a towel around his waist, ready for bed, and walked into the bedroom.
The scene he walked in on was completely different from the one he'd walked out on. The light was off, the only light came from the candles Katie had lit and the moonlight that spilled through the windows. Katie was sprawled across the bed, dressed in the sheets of the bed and nothing else. He swallowed, feeling himself swell in his towel, feeling her gaze shoot there and feeling him get even harder then.
"Fuck," he cursed as his throat jumped. He licked his lips, rubbing his chin. "Hey, honey."
"Hi," she mused.
"Mmm… you sure know how to make a guy feel welcome," he said, coming over to the bedside.
Her eyes bore into his, and he smirked. Her eyes that were always so warm and bright were now hooded, clouded by his words, and that's when he pounced.