Drake watched the woman sleeping soundly on the bed.
Poor thing
!
When was the last time she had slept so peacefully
? They were coming back home to her after nearly five weeks of business trip. And he knew that she had more than just missed them. The innumerable texts and Skype calls hadn't sufficed. And now they had decided that the next time they were to go on a business trip, she was coming with them.
And just then the washroom door opened and Richard, his best friend for thirty odd years, stepped into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Drake nodded and watched Richard occupy the other end of the couch. It had been five years since Mia had told them that she loved both of them and had asked them to find a way so that the three of them could be together. Drake and Richard knew almost immediately that marriage was the only solution. And two years ago, they had married her in a small private ceremony in Italy.
'Let her sleep, man. She's exhausted,' murmured Drake, watching Richard rise to his feet and walk towards the bed.
Richard tsked and climbing into the bed, settled down next to the love of his life.
'I want some alone time with her,' admitted Richard, looking at Drake expectantly.
Drake nodded and rising to his feet, walked out the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Richard turned his attention to the woman sleeping soundly before him. Unable to resist, he pulled away the duvet from her body and drank in the essence of her beauty. He could see their marks all over her body and he recognized his love bite on the upper swell of her breast. Like a moth drawn to flame, he leaned forward and traced the mark with his tongue. He felt her stir and her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was warm, fuzzy and that was all he remembered; as he pressed his lips to hers.
'Sorry that I woke you up,' he apologized, silently; after gently pulling back from the kiss.
'Shh... You don't have to apologize, Ric,' she whispered, stroking his slight stubble with her fingers. 'Where's D?' she asked, realizing that they were the lone occupants of the room.
'I wanted some alone time with my wife,' he admitted and settled down next to her.
Mia snuggled into Richard's side, her head now resting on his chest.
'What's bothering you?' she asked, understanding his silence a little too well.
'I missed you,' he said, his voice almost a whisper. 'A lot more than I thought I would. A little too much,' he added, before wrapping his arms around her shoulder and stroking her arm.
'Glad that you did,' she teased, making him pinch her waist.
'But I hadn't expected I would,' he said, before turning his head and dropping a kiss on her head.
'And do you still miss me?' she asked, cupping him through his shorts.
'Babe, you are not helping my situation,' he groaned, as he began to swell under her touch.
'Let me love you,' she said, before rising on her elbows and climbing down his body.
Richard felt her lips leave a trail of kisses along his abdomen until her mouth finally reached his cock. She gently pulled down his shorts and freed his erection. He lifted his hips and shucked off his shorts. Spreading his thighs, he gave her ample room and space to work her magic. He mentally prepared himself for her touch, but as usual he broke into a sweat and gripped the sheets beneath him; as soon as she engulfed him into the hot cavern of her mouth.
'Fuck, Mia,' he cursed, as he felt her tongue lick the vein along the underside of his cock.