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.
βI was reading thatβ. You remarked, unimpressed by his interruption.
βYour attention is required elsewhereβ.
βAnd I also want to know how the story endsβ. Leaning forward to grab the book, Tommy kept it away from your grasp. βTommy!β
βI will give you the book back after we go to bedβ.
You push him to the other side of the couch, grabbing the book as his grip lessens. βOr, you can wait until Iβm done reading?β.
His hands rested on your thighs, every so often sneaking further upward to provoke a sensation of anticipation and pleasure. βHow many chapters are left?β.
You laughed at his impatience as his lips found your neck, detailing the only intention on Tommyβs mind for the evening. βTommy, I could have finished at least one and a half chapters by now if you werenβt so distractingβ.
βAlright then, finish your bookβ.
βI canβt finish it sitting on top of youβ.
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, Tommyβs impatience grew thinner, evident by his kisses lingering on your skin and his hands restlessly sliding over your body.
βTommy, you are worse than a childβ. You scolded.
βIβve had a long day, and all I want is my wifeβ.
βAnd you can have me after I finish my bookβ.
βThat doesnβt quite work for me, loveβ.
Turning, you rested your weight on your knees, placing a hand on Tommyβs chest to push him back into the pillow. βThomas, if you donβt behave yourselfβ.
"I rarely behave myself. You should know thatβ.
βRemind me again why I married you?β. You sweetly joked as you fiddled with the hem of his pants.
βBecause you love meβ. He proudly stated, delicately running a thumb across your cheek. βAlso, because I fuck you rightβ. Leaning forward inches away from your lips, Tommy held your gaze. βBut the main reason, because you love meβ.
βWell, Iβm loving you a little less now since you wonβt 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. βIβll make it up to you, eh. You know how good I am at thatβ. 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.
βHow many chapters are left?β. 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. βIβm on the last one. 20 pages to go".
βGood. Then after those 20 pages, youβre all mine againβ.
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, Tommyβs eyes shifted to the new book in your hand.
βNo more fucking books for tonight, alrightβ.
βAre you getting jealous of a book?β. You teased.
βI dislike anything that steals my wifeβs attention from meβ.
βTommy, sweetheart, itβs a bookβ.
βI donβt fucking care, love. Itβs keeping you from meβ.
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 yoursβ.
βAnd for the rest of our livesβ. He cheekily added, taking your left hand and holding it over his heart.
βRemind me again why I agreed to marry you?β.
βLet me show you why, Mrs Shelbyβ. He huskily whispered.
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