“Ben, have you seen Mr. Rabbit?” Imara’s arm reached under the couch with a ball of light by her head.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Baby.” Ben leaned against the bedroom door and laughed to himself as he watched Imara’s ass move while she slithered across the floor in search of Eliza’s toy rabbit. “Damn, girl. Why don’t you reach a little further? I think he’s the way in the back there somewhere. Those bunnies are tricky.”
Imara sat up and looked over her shoulder as she shook the rabbit at Ben. “I didn’t need your help, anyhow. I found it all by myself.” She walked to the playpen and handed Eliza her toy, then pushed her long dark hair back off her little face. “There you go, Sweet Pea.”
Ben wrapped his arms around Imara’s waist and pulled her ass into his hips. “I like to watch you on your hands and knees. I can’t help myself; it’s the wolf in me.”
As he encircled Imara in his arms, she turned around and slid her hands around his waist. “So, what do you want to do tonight?”
Ben pinched his lips together and shook his head. “You know what I want.”
Rolling her eyes, Imara pushed his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what you always want. It’s our date night, so pick something.”
“Damn hell, Imara, I think we’ve done everything this little town has to offer a few times over the last two years.”
Imara nodded and sighed through her nose as she glanced outside and thought about it. “We could go back to that field and have a picnic again. The wildflowers are in full bloom, and the raspberry bushes should be full.”
Thinking about all the naughty things he did to his wife the afternoon they spent there, Ben nodded. “Yes, ma’am, that’s fine with me.”
Imara grinned and poked her finger in his chest. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that one, you dirty old man.”
As the distant rumble of thunder echoed behind the mountains, Imara groaned. “Well, I suppose that will have to wait until next week by the sounds of it.”
Ben buried his face in Imara’s neck and nibbled on her skin. “It’s alright. I like fucking you in bed just the same.”
His lips found his mark, and Imara’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she buckled into his grip. While the euphoric wave of pleasure gripped her between her legs, a knock came on the door.
Ben growled through his nose as he released Imara. “Goddammit, your brother has the worst timing. That man’s been cockblocking me for a century now.” As Imara pulled away from his warm chest, Ben yelled at the door. “What is it, Thorin?”
Thorin opened the door and smirked as he realized he was interrupting something he wasn’t meant to. “We were wondering if you were going to stay in since there’s a storm coming.”
Ben rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose we will.”
Thorin peeked over to the playpen and looked over to Eliza. “We were going to order something to eat. You want that pizza or the Chinese?”
Imara shuddered at the thought of eating one more fast food meal. “Bleh! Isn’t there anything else around here?”
Thorin shrugged and pushed out his lips. “Sorry, Darlin. We live in the boondocks.”
Ben rolled out his neck as she rubbed small circles on his back. “Alright, whatever you two want, I suppose.”
Tapping his knuckle against the doorframe, Thorin clicked his tongue as he decided. “Alright, give it about thirty minutes or so.”
As the door shut behind Thorin, Ben stooped down with his chin resting on his arm against the playpen as he rubbed his hand along Eliza’s head. “She’s asleep.”
Imara sat on the couch and cringed at the thunder. “Good. She’s been mighty fussy today. I don’t guess she likes thunderstorms either.”
Ben sat beside Imara and rubbed his hand back and forth on her thigh. “So, we got thirty minutes, and she’s asleep. What do you say we finish what we started earlier?”
Imara rolled her eyes and smiled. “Seriously? Don’t you ever get enough of me?”
His hand tugged at the back of her head. “I want every drop of you I can wring out.”
She kissed his nose. “You’re absolutely right.”
Ben licked his lips as his eyes bounced back and forth between hers. “So how do you want it, Mrs. Logan?”
She slapped his leg and nodded to the bedroom. “I got a surprise for you.” She tugged him along with her as she stood and backed to the bedroom.
As soon as they passed through the doorway, she glanced to the floor and pulled at his zipper. “On the floor, Mister.”
His head tilted a little as his eyes narrowed. “The floor?”
Her brows lifted, and her finger pointed downwards. “Lay down. Now.”
He wiggled his pants down and lowered himself to the floor, and leaned back onto his elbows. “This is new.”
After a shimmy of her knees, her panties fell to the floor, and she lowered herself onto his legs. “I thought since we couldn’t go out tonight that I’d give you your own show right here.”
He sucked in a slow breath and closed his eyes as she slipped down his cock. Circling her hips like the most seductive belly dancer, Imara rocked herself above him and pulled her dress over her head.
She kept his gaze and rolled her belly while she gave him the best show of his life, one that he’d remember no matter how long they were apart. Imara trusted Ben with her very soul, so when she lost complete control, she knew Ben would hold her steady so she could enjoy every last moment.
He cradled both hips in his palms and thrust up to meet her pace until she collapsed on his chest. In silence, she combed her fingers through his chest hair and trembled against him as his eyes rose to the window and the eerie, black sky creeping up in the distance. “Shit! It’s going to be a long night.”