With no more business to hold his attention, Tommy joined you in the living room, setting down his whiskey and extending your legs to lay across his lap in hopes to shift your attention. It resulted in a slight adjustment of your sitting position and a small smile at your husband before turning the page and continuing to immerse your imagination. Taking it as a challenge, Tommy ran his hands up and down your legs, soothing then re-igniting the goosebumps over your skin. When such action failed to tear you away from the book, Tommy opted for a more straightforward approach.
“I was reading that”. You remarked, unimpressed by his interruption.
“Your attention is required elsewhere”.
“And I also want to know how the story ends”. Leaning forward to grab the book, Tommy kept it away from your grasp. “Tommy!”
“I will give you the book back after we go to bed”.
You push him to the other side of the couch, grabbing the book as his grip lessens. “Or, you can wait until I’m done reading?”.
His hands rested on your thighs, every so often sneaking further upward to provoke a sensation of anticipation and pleasure. “How many chapters are left?”.
You laughed at his impatience as his lips found your neck, detailing the only intention on Tommy’s mind for the evening. “Tommy, I could have finished at least one and a half chapters by now if you weren’t so distracting”.
“Alright then, finish your book”.
“I can’t finish it sitting on top of you”.
Changing positions, Tommy opened his legs for you to sit in between. For the first ten pages, he behaved himself, lightly running his fingers across your arm, occasionally leaving a kiss or two on exposed parts of your skin. Anything that allowed him to pull you closer. As the book further held your attention, Tommy’s impatience grew thinner, evident by his kisses lingering on your skin and his hands restlessly sliding over your body.
“Tommy, you are worse than a child”. You scolded.
“I’ve had a long day, and all I want is my wife”.
“And you can have me after I finish my book”.
“That doesn’t quite work for me, love”.
Turning, you rested your weight on your knees, placing a hand on Tommy’s chest to push him back into the pillow. “Thomas, if you don’t behave yourself”.
"I rarely behave myself. You should know that”.
“Remind me again why I married you?”. You sweetly joked as you fiddled with the hem of his pants.
“Because you love me”. He proudly stated, delicately running a thumb across your cheek. “Also, because I fuck you right”. Leaning forward inches away from your lips, Tommy held your gaze. “But the main reason, because you love me”.
“Well, I’m loving you a little less now since you won’t let me finish".
He softly chuckled, carefully laying you down on the couch, a sparkle of determination in his eyes to win the battle for your attention. “I’ll make it up to you, eh. You know how good I am at that”. Carelessly throwing the book onto the floor, Tommy smashed his lips on yours.
After Tommy celebrated his victory over winning your attention, the two of you stayed tangled together on the couch. You, leaning against his bare chest, finishing the book that now held creases from the way Tommy threw it on the floor, while Tommy peacefully smoked.
“How many chapters are left?”. He asked, peering over your shoulder to fiddle with the pages.
You smacked his hand away, straightening the corners of the pages his rough hands had bent. “I’m on the last one. 20 pages to go".
“Good. Then after those 20 pages, you’re all mine again”.
You giggled when his lips found the sensitive spot along your neck. And as the pages dwindled one by one, Tommy finished his cigarette just as you turned the last page. Untangling yourself from his warm embrace, you wrapped your body in his shirt before venturing towards the bookshelf. When you returned, Tommy’s eyes shifted to the new book in your hand.
“No more fucking books for tonight, alright”.
“Are you getting jealous of a book?”. You teased.
“I dislike anything that steals my wife’s attention from me”.
“Tommy, sweetheart, it’s a book”.
“I don’t fucking care, love. It’s keeping you from me”.
Putting the book down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "Alright, for the rest of the night, I am yours”.
“And for the rest of our lives”. He cheekily added, taking your left hand and holding it over his heart.
“Remind me again why I agreed to marry you?”.
“Let me show you why, Mrs Shelby”. He huskily whispered.
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