Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner reunion

“Sounds to me like you just want to have your cake and eat it, too.” I listened for the sound of Beth waking up in the room next door as TJ cupped my mound over the sheet. The girl had some sort of extrasensory “Mommy and Daddy are having sex” antenna, and inevitably woke up for a glass of water or to go to the bathroom at the most inopportune times.

TJ’s hand rocked the way he knew I loved, making me squirm. “Actually, I think it’s eat your cake and have it, too.” I rolled my eyes and snorted in the dark but shifted my hips toward him anyway. “Well, think about it. You can have your cake and eat it, but you can’t eat your cake and still have it.”

“All right, enough with the metaphor.” I reached for his cock and found it already hard, and that made me smile-although I wasn’t sure, suddenly, if it was the feel of my warming pussy under his hand that had effected him, or the conversation we’d been having about adding other people to our relationship.

The latter made me suddenly want to cry.

TJ sighed, pulling the sheet aside. “Variety… it’s the spice of life.”

“Great, my marriage is now being reduced to a cliche.” I slid my mouth down his belly, breathing warmth over the head of his cock and nibbling a little at the head, making him jump.

“I’m not talking about reducing it…” He groaned when my tongue slipped through the already wet slit at the tip. “I’m talking about expanding it.”

“To include another woman?” I went back to nibbling, my teeth raking down his shaft.

“Other people, yes.” His hand lost itself in the dark mass of my hair, pulling me back a little.

I sighed. “I don’t want to see other people.”

“Come on, Ronnie…” His hand massaged my scalp, his eyes tender but questioning. “We’ve been married for almost seven years. You can’t tell me you’ve never been attracted to anyone else? I know you have!” I blinked, trying not to think about the way Hector at work smiled and winked whenever I passed his classroom, how he often showed up in the tiny copy room the same time I did, brushing up against me from behind, his hand cupping the side of my hip, to get a ream of legal paper. So I felt a little twinge when he did, a warmth between my thighs, a tug in my belly. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean-

“Just because I’m attracted to someone doesn’t mean I’m going to act on it.”

TJ’s eyes searched mine, lazily rubbing the head of his cock back and forth against my lower lip. “But why not?”

“Because we made a commitment.” I raked my teeth lightly across the spongy tip and he jumped.

“Don’t be so literal.” He rolled me over, pressing his weight onto me, opening my legs. I acquiesced with a sigh, loving the feel of his hardness rubbing up and down between my slit, but hating his words. “Our commitment is what we say it is…” His lips murmured against the pulse in my throat and I let my fingers brush the fine hairs at the back of his neck, soft as a baby. “I’m not talking about not loving you. I’m talking about sex.”

His words were supposed to reassure me, but I felt my throat constrict.

“So basically, you’re saying I’m not enough for you.”

“No, baby.” He rocked, slow and easy-god, he knew how I loved that, opening me, a slow split, a gentle friction, up and up. “You’re more than enough…”

More reassuring words-but why didn’t I feel reassured? His mouth covered mine, the kiss deep and searching, his tongue slowly drawing me in, drawing me out, teasing me as he rubbed his stiff heat between my thighs. It throbbed there, insistent, making me squirm.

“God, you’re so sweet…” His words were hot against my ear now, his teeth gently biting and tugging at the lobe. “I never want you to think you’re not enough, you’re so very much more than enough…”

His cock found me with a shift of his hips, seeking entrance, and I gasped as he slid forward until he felt resistance, about halfway there. His breath caught and he gave a low moan that went through me like shiver, and still, he didn’t stop talking, telling me… “There’s no other woman like you. I want you and I want to share you, baby. I want the whole world to know how good you are, how sweet, how fucking hot…” He pulled back and plunged forward, so deep I clutched his shoulders, digging my nails in. TJ’s eyes sought mine, dark and full of hunger.

“How fucking mine you are.”

It was true. It had been true from the first time we were face to face like this, much sooner than I had ever planned or anticipated-the rain had soaked us to the skin, but we hardly noticed as we peeled each other’s clothes off and ended up on his living room futon instead of the big, soft bed upstairs in his room.

It wasn’t the tender or gentle or sweet thing I’d imagined-although he was all those things at turns-instead it was mostly heat and friction between us, a desperate need for more, always more with him. I could never get enough.

“Baby, look at me.” I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t refuse him. I met his eyes, feeling the aching throb of his cock somewhere deep inside. “I’m just asking you to think about it.”

I nodded, hating myself for doing it but unable to stop. I clutched him to me, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. My words were whispered, close to his ear. “Do you have someone in mind?” He chuckled, moving now, his hips making easy circles. “Actually, no.” For some reason, those words did reassure me and something in me let go, gave in, my body melting against his. “So this isn’t about wanting to have an affair?”

“I love you, Ronnie.”

I felt that, in every movement, every moment, the way he slipped his arms under my shoulders, pulling me closer, wanting more. He did love me, he did want me-and I was so his.

“I want to get old with you and raise our daughter with you…and maybe fill that sweet belly with some more babies.” His words thrilled me, and I didn’t want

to think about whether or not he knew it, or how much. My belly trembled against his, slick already with our sweat. “I’m not going anywhere.” Still, I wasn’t ready to give in completely. “You just want to be able to sleep with other people.”

“Come here.” He rolled onto his back, taking me with him, sitting me up.

His eyes swept over me and I felt satisfied at the dark look in them as they moved over my breasts, my waist, down to where we were joined, rocking. I couldn’t stop-it felt too good-my hips making faster and faster circles. “I just want us to experiment…shake things up…” He groaned when I squeezed him with my muscles, spreading my legs wide to take him all, belly and balls deep.

“So you’re bored?” I teased, leaning over him and arching my back, showing him my breasts but keeping my nipples just out of reach of his mouth.

“Veronica Mayer!” He didn’t let me tease him long-that was another thing about him I loved so much. He didn’t let me get away with anything. He shoved me off him, making me gasp when he pressed me to the bed on my belly, grabbing my hips and pulling me up to my hands and knees. I was too wet to resist him now and his cock slid in, punishing me with its length, making me gasp and clutch the sheet. “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m just selfish.” I whispered into the pillow, lifting my hips to feel him in me, deeper, more. “I want this all to myself…”

I was sure he wouldn’t hear me, but TJ chuckled. “Don’t you teach your kindergarteners to share well with others?”

I didn’t respond-I couldn’t. I was beyond the point of talking or even wanting to think. I slid my fingers through my swollen lips, searching past the dark, wet fur toward my clit. TJ sensed my urgency, his hips moving faster-