Light in the Darkness

“Babe?” The message popped up on my watch as I stretched into Child’s pose. 

Reaching over I grab my phone from beside the yoga mat, sending a quick reply, “Yes, my love?”

“Why are you not wrapped in my arms?”

Smiling, I respond with a selfie of me in our basement gym before pushing into Downward Dog. 

I couldn’t sleep, and when I couldn’t sleep I worked out. Well, I worked out everyday anyway but when I felt the darkness closing in I worked out more. I tried to keep the bonus workouts quiet, either yoga or a run. I hated waking or worrying him. 

I heard footsteps come down the stairs, a light squeak on the second to last stair alerting me that he got out of bed to check on me. It was 3 a.m. and neither of us worked the next day but that didn’t mean there weren’t things to do. He was home for the week and I only had two days with him before I was heading out of town for meetings with clients. Lately this was the routine with us, only together a few days a month. The nature of our jobs left us apart more than together these days. I knew it was temporary but it was still wearing on me. I missed him. 

Hence the middle of the night yoga session. 

Snaking through to a low Cobra pose I look up at my disheveled and delicious husband staring at me from the bottom of the stairs. Dressed in a long sleeve shirt and plaid pj bottoms, hair askew and eyes hooded behind his glasses, I felt a warmth rush through me: this man chose me. Trusts me. Married me. I was his and he was mine. 

“Baby girl, what’s going on?” he asks, coming forward and sitting down on the ground next to my mat. 

Deciding this conversation would be better curled in his lap I moved into his arms, tucking myself between his legs, feeling the safety of 64 inches wrap around me. I rested my head under his chin as his arms circled lightly around me, pulling me in snugly. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes and just listen to his heart beat in my ear. 

“Darkness coming back?” he asks. I nod. 

“Anything I can do?” 

“This,” my response. 

So we sat. Quiet and content. 

I don’t think he realized the impact that his presence held in my life, just knowing he was there, solid and strong, made even the darkest of days brighter. Even when we were apart I knew he had my back, without sugar coating anything. He supported me, but he would also call me out when I was being an asshole. The truest sense of partnership. 

Taking a deep breath I reveled in the smell of him. If he only knew how many times I smuggled a shirt from the laundry to sleep in while he was away. My favourite, and only, pjs were his shirts, enveloped in the scent and perceived feel of him. I had a feeling this would be the one I squirreled away in my suitcase when I left. 

Turning my face I kissed the hollow of his collarbone, tongue tracing a line up his neck until he turned to me and our lips met. Soft at first, the feel of his lips pressed to mine offered comfort and affection, but as often happened when I was this close to him that affection turned to desire. I always wanted him. Would always want him. My tongue probed his lips, seeking entry, which he granted and our kiss deepened, his arms tightening, a hand cupping the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. 

My pussy flooded from his kiss. Every. fucking. time. 

“This okay?” he asked, pulling back, eyes searching my face. He knew sometimes the depression sapped my sexual appetites, really the only thing that did, and was checking to make sure I wasn’t doing it just for him. 

Smiling, I nod and kiss him again, pushing myself to a kneeling position between his legs. I lift his shirt above his head and toss it over by the free weights. Far enough that he might forget about it when we go back to bed and it’ll be there for me later. The gym was my sanctuary, like the garage was his. We didn’t mess about in each other’s space so the shirt should be safe where it landed. 

His hands peel the sports bra off me, that and panties were all I was wearing. Unlike him I preferred sleeping nude and wore the bare minimum when I worked out. Breasts free his mouth sought a nipple to suck as his hands caressed my back. I wrap my legs around him, feeling the hard line of his cock straining through his pants. I wanted it in my mouth. Popping my nipple from his mouth I pulled him up. I wanted him, but we weren’t young anymore and fucking on the hard gym floor was not appealing. I led him into the guest room that was next to the gym. 

The bed only had a fitted sheet and a couple of pillows on it, as we didn’t make it up until someone was coming. There was a small ensuite as well that I used sometimes if the workout was especially intense and I didn’t want to drip sweat through the house. Right now that was not the workout I was thinking about, but I did hope to be dripping by the end. 

Turning to him I untie the string at his waist and push the pants down. Crouching, I help him step out of each leg. His cock was standing rigid as I wrapped fingers around his girth, barely able to touch fingertips together. He was so thick. We’ve been together for so many years that there wasn’t an inch of his body I didn’t know, that I hadn’t touched, kissed or claimed as mine, and yet looking up at him it felt like the first time together. We hadn’t lost our passion or spark, if anything it had only grown brighter. 

Guiding him into my mouth I suck slowly, letting my tongue taste and savor him. My breasts press into his thighs, nipples grazing up and down, the friction exciting me. His hands grip my hair, moans escaping his mouth as my speed increases, the saliva building up soaking his cock and my lips, running down my chin. I knew what he liked, what excited him. Pulling back, my hand still stroking him, I looked up at him, ecstasy on his face. He looked down at me, hand cupping my face lifting me up, thumb wiping the drool away before he kissed me. 

“On the bed, baby girl. Let me take care of you,” he whispered, before stepping into the bathroom, returning with a towel.  

I stepped up on the bed, legs spreading as he stepped between them, lips descending on mine as he slid the towel beneath me, cupping my ass, lifting it slightly to spread the towel to help protect the bed. The kiss was encompassing and made my head spin. His fingers parted my pussy, slipping into the wet and tight hole. 

“Ready?” he asked, stroking slowly. 

Nodding, I shift my hips forward as his fingers push hard and fast, curling slightly up as I start to squirt. The release, a gush of hot liquid over his hand causing me to cry out his name. Slowing for a moment he pulls out and rubs the wetness over my pussy and inner thighs, before doing it again. 

“This time on my face, baby girl,” he says, his tongue finding my clit, flicking it, causing my legs to shake. Fingers working me again I soak his face, his beard and the front of his chest. 

“Good girl,” he states, cleaning his fingers and removing the towel, tossing it towards the bathroom to land with a splat on the tile floor. He knew exactly how to get me to squirt hard and long. As I knew his body, he knew mine. 

Nudging me further up the bed, away from the wet spot that the towel missed, he props me up on the pillows, dropping kisses on my forehead, cheeks and nose. Tenderness resonates from his touch as he kneels between my legs, fingertips caressing my chest and belly. Eyes locked on mine he smiles, “You are so beautiful.”

Even now, after all this time he knew how to make me blush. 

“Kiss me, my handsome husband.”

As he acquiesced to my request I raised my hips to nudge his cock, the tip sliding over my clit.

“You’re so impatient,” hechuckles as he guides himself into me. 

I let out a moan as he stretches me, filling me. We were a perfect fit this way, in every way. Bodies pressed close he moved in and out of me. Cradling my head in his hands he pulls me into his chest, my arms around him, nails digging into his back as my teeth find one of his nipples, biting and sucking. I could feel his cock thicken so I shifted my hips back and his cock pulled out. 

“From behind, babe,” I pant, “fuck me from behind.”

Growling from frustration he flips me over, pulls my hips back and thrusts in. The angle was deeper this way and I could feel every inch of him inside me. Fingers digging into my hips I know he’s close to coming and I squeeze my pussy around him. The sensation caused us both to come, our voices mingled in pleasure. Collapsing on top of me he lays a gentle kiss on my spine as he waits for what is to come. Fingers finding my clit he rubs light circles, waiting for the aftershock orgasms which come quick and hard with his ministrations. 

Once the spasms around his cock stop he pulls out and pushes me onto my back, spreading my thighs he dives his tongue in to clean up the mess he made. Lapping up our mixed juices he stretches up and kisses me, sharing our taste. Individually we taste amazing, but together was divine. 

Getting up I grab a blanket from the closet and toss it over us both. Too tired to make it up the stairs to our marital bed, I curl myself into his side and fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart, secure in the knowledge that he was there, my light back from the darkness.