One hundred and four

Brandon is clingy. No, I am clingy. I don’t want my husband to leave me for work. My grip on his arm tightens, he groans into my ear, kissing away my resistance until I let go.

"You are leaving me," I say.

Another kiss lands behind my ear, trailing to my neck, my jaw and my lips. "To work, wifey." Rolling to my back, my robe opens, he cups one of my overly sensitive breasts and kneads the nipple. I suck in a ragged breath. "So I can have enough money to spoil you." I snicker.

Unable to resist him, my eyes fly open and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I pour my emotions into the kiss, kissing him fast and then slow until he pulls back to stare into my eyes. Shrugging off my robe, I fold my legs at the knees while my fingers move to the waistband of his boxers which I tug on until he grabs my hands above my head. My legs lock around his waist, my hips jerk forward and my crotch brushes his bulge. He hisses.

"I’ll be late," he murmurs, eyes set on mine.