Thanks to everyone who has come along with this storyline. Their dynamic is changing, so hopefully, it makes sense. Thanks, as always to Kenji and Paolo for helping.
Chapter 57
Emily Moves In, Sort Of
Monday. My desk was piled with new acquisitions to look over and rate. I met with Steve and Rosie, went over their proposals, highlighted a few areas of concern, and left it with them to get back to me. I caught up with Arthur on meetings I had set up for the week. I'm glad I was busy as my home life played on me. Chrissie and I reconnected, as if we had never been parted. I woke her early, and we made love as we always had. This woman reaffirmed everything that was good about us.
I felt I was being pulled in two directions at times. Emily was at the house by the time I arrived home, Monday. She had a small suitcase of clothes to leave here, and they were already hung up and put away by the time I got home. We chatted easily, to be expected, I guess. I asked if she was staying the night, which caught her off guard.
"No, Tom. Thanks. I think you and Chrissie need some alone time," she said wisely. "Maybe tomorrow, if you both want?"
"I hope that's on your list!" I laughed. "Tomorrow would be wonderful, Emily," I said, and squeezed her hand, reassuring in some small way, I hoped.
"It is! It's probably on all of ours! We need to figure out 'alone time', don't we?" she chuckled. "Tomorrow sounds lovely, though," she sighed.
They had not heard from Matthew today, so both were a bit on edge, or so I thought. The kids were gradually getting their compasses back, the shock of losing their father not fading, but the reality slowly becoming apparent. Emily was an incredible influence on them, and I truly believed her being here helped them.
After the kids were in bed, Emily left, so Chrissie and I headed down the hallway. We stood in front of each other, looking deep into each other. I slowly undid her blouse, missing the feeling of her clothes falling from her body. She smiled as she undid my tie and unbuttoned my starched, white shirt; her hands gliding across my chest. Her mouth came to my chest as she slid the shirt over my shoulders.
"How does my Tom feel?" she asked.
"Desirous for you, sweetheart."
"Mmmm, good answer, darling," she whispered, as my trousers pooled at my feet.
I lifted my feet and kicked them away. I carefully took Chrissie's blouse off, throwing it on the bed. I stared at her breasts through her small, dainty bra.
[Why would I need anyone but her, I thought]
My fingers touched the soft fabric, my breath deeper. I unzipped her linen trousers and pushed them over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. I picked her up easily, and laid her on the bed; her eyes shining and smiling.
"I'm so fucking in love with you, woman," I sighed, as I leaned down and kissed her panty-covered pussy.
Chrissie lifted her hips, giving me the access I needed. I nuzzled the damp material, trying to remember the last time I had gone down on her. I tried to pull the panties aside, but they were too tight around her, so I grasped both sides, stood up and slid them over her ass and threw them on the floor. I pulled my starched boxers down, leaving them where they lay. I ran my nose over her still-wispy, red pussy hair. I shuddered at the feeling. She was wet already, unusual but understandable.
I ran my tongue outside her vulva, tasting her juices and earthy scent. I slowly licked around and around, dipping my tongue along her labia to tease her. Chrissie's hips were already gyrating and twisting about.
I lifted my head from her musky nectar and whispered, "I miss your taste, sweetheart," and leaned in and swiped my tongue between her loose lips. Chrissie moaned a long,
'ahhhhhh'
and wiped her cunt across my face. My tongue scooped up her oozing sap, and I swallowed her. I tenderly fondled her breasts, my hands cupping both easily. My tongue slipped over her hooded clit, running little circles around, and feeling it harden under my touches. I wanted to finger her, or slip my finger inside her tight ass, but my hands were too happy squeezing and playing with her tits.
I pulled her tight nipples, holding them up as I flicked her tender clit; Chrissie's hands holding me firmly against her. I could feel her hips spasm, and she came, her cum frothing from her valley into my eager mouth. She tried to move my tongue, but it was glued to her clit, licking and flicking. She fucked my face, her hands directing me where she needed it. I pulled her taut nubs harder, Chrissie moaning too loud. Her cum dripped down my chin and her tight little butt hole. After four, maybe six throws of her hips, she pushed my head away, moaning. "No...no more, Tom," she sighed,
her breath coming in loud gasps.
I lifted my head from between her legs and smiled at her. She lovingly slapped my head.
"Up...here, Tom. Please. Up...!" she moaned.
I pushed up on my elbows and crawled up her body, kissing and rubbing her stomach, and engulfing her breasts. My stiff cock slid into her with no resistance. I buried myself inside her and held firm, letting Chrissie feel my desire. I flexed my cock, feeling her pelvic muscles grasp me. She was teasing me as much as I was her. I slid out and then slowly pushed back in. Her tiny moans of 'ahhhh' and 'oooooh' spurred me on with every stroke. My tempo gained fervour as we madly kissed, our saliva soaking our faces.
She pushed my face away and whispered, "I...I love you, Tom," and pulled my mouth to hers, and we kissed like a brother and sister never should. My pelvis was moving in tiny circles, touching and taking her the way I had learned she loved.
"Ohh, Tom! My...God, that's...so..." she moaned.
She let me slowly pummel her, then wrapped her toned legs around my hips and pulled me even further into her. We moved together, taking each other. I leaned down, sweat dripping on her face, and we desperately kissed. Her '
uggghs
' were smothered in our embrace, Chrissie's chest rising and falling with mine. My hips thrust into her, my stiff cock leaking and needing release. She looked so helpless, so vulnerable under my now-uncontrollable urging. We looked at each other and came, our bodies releasing our love and cum together. I loosened a long stream of my thick cum deep inside. Chrissie came on my cock with every gush, her body quivering, her voice primal with desire. I emptied myself in her, as she covered my prick and body with her sap. I moaned with her, every one of her grunts was matched by my own. I let loose the last spurt and kept myself inside her, our bodies feeling like one.
"Oooh, Tom...Ohhh, darling," she almost cried, and hugged me tightly.
"Always," she gasped. "Always, Tom," she sighed, her body limp from her orgasm.
We laid together, breathless, but where we were always meant to be. I slowly slid from her valley, Chrissie missing the connection immediately. She rolled onto my chest, her warm breath cooling me down, her damp hair splayed across me.
"Always, Tom. Tell me...always," she sighed.
"Always, Chrissie," I replied, understanding what she meant.
We laid there, as close as we had ever been. I could tell that she had some of the same concerns about our changing dynamic and how it may affect us. There would be time to talk about that. We just held each other, secure in our, hopefully, life-long connection.
"Be right back," she assured me, and returned with glasses of iced juice.
"Thanks, sweetheart," I gasped, and drank.
We pulled the covers over us, kissed and slept, both of us sated and content.
