But finally, they'd shut the door on the world and stripped off their clothes and climbed into bed together. Roger had almost forgotten what Anita looked like naked since taking in all the puppies. It had been torture to see her sitting in the living room, half watching the television, half doodling something in her planner, hair pulled back in a messy bun, biting her lip, and then to hear several puppies start barking before he got so much as a foot into the living room. Not that he didn't love the dogs. He just loved his wife, and he wanted her, too. Desperately.
So after a little insinuating and then some outright plotting with Nanny to get the dogs away from upstairs for a few hours, he had pulled Anita from her work and serenaded her in whispers. It hadn't taken long to get her in the mood because Anita was just as frustrated with the situation. Buying a plantation was not as quick a process as they'd hoped.
But they had managed it, and it felt so wonderful to hear her sigh as he nipped and kissed his way down her body. They were greedy with each other, leaving scratches and bitemarks in their haste to scratch a mutual itch that had gone too long without tending to. It felt like almost no time (but still too long a time) had passed when he pushed into her. She was so hot and welcoming and appreciative (he was probably bleeding, her nails had dug into his back so hard, and the neighbors must have heard her moan) that he almost lost himself then and there. But he fought for it. Anita first, him later, because as much as he wanted to get there, he wanted to see her satisfied. He loved the way she looked at him after, and how she touched him after was a nice bonus.
She met his thrusts until they found a perfect rhythm, climbing to the crest of the wave together. Her breathing came in short gasps and bursts of sound, the notes to a song he would never be good enough to compose except like this, with her. The tension built so high he thought he would burst, and he swore Anita might too because her voice was so high now, so short, like---
No.
He turned his head to look over the side of the bed. "Oh God---"
"Mm? Roge---oh Go---" Only half aware, Anita followed his gaze. It took a moment to register, and then she screamed, and not at all the way Roger wanted her to. "Lucky! Oh my God--- Roge, get off of me!"
But he'd already done so, already pulled out and got up and yanked the sheets over Anita and himself and started to shoo the puppy away. Lucky just yipped and barked as if it were some game, a fight of some sort. Ignoring his nakedness so as to leave Anita the sheets, Roger scooped Lucky up off the floor and set him out in the hall, giving him a gentle shove for his intrusion. After shutting the door behind him, he checked the whole room for more puppies while Anita ranted for both of them about the whole dismal situation.
"I can't wait til we get a home in the country," she huffed, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment.
Satisfied with his search, Roger sat on the bed next to her. "Well, they're all out there now. Really this time."
"I don't think I can," Anita remarked.
"Me either." Roger sighed. They had been so close.
"I know!"
But finally, they'd shut the door on the world and stripped off their clothes and climbed into bed together. Roger had almost forgotten what Anita looked like naked since taking in all the puppies. It had been torture to see her sitting in the living room, half watching the television, half doodling something in her planner, hair pulled back in a messy bun, biting her lip, and then to hear several puppies start barking before he got so much as a foot into the living room. Not that he didn't love the dogs. He just loved his wife, and he wanted her, too. Desperately.
So after a little insinuating and then some outright plotting with Nanny to get the dogs away from upstairs for a few hours, he had pulled Anita from her work and serenaded her in whispers. It hadn't taken long to get her in the mood because Anita was just as frustrated with the situation. Buying a plantation was not as quick a process as they'd hoped.
But they had managed it, and it felt so wonderful to hear her sigh as he nipped and kissed his way down her body. They were greedy with each other, leaving scratches and bitemarks in their haste to scratch a mutual itch that had gone too long without tending to. It felt like almost no time (but still too long a time) had passed when he pushed into her. She was so hot and welcoming and appreciative (he was probably bleeding, her nails had dug into his back so hard, and the neighbors must have heard her moan) that he almost lost himself then and there. But he fought for it. Anita first, him later, because as much as he wanted to get there, he wanted to see her satisfied. He loved the way she looked at him after, and how she touched him after was a nice bonus.
She met his thrusts until they found a perfect rhythm, climbing to the crest of the wave together. Her breathing came in short gasps and bursts of sound, the notes to a song he would never be good enough to compose except like this, with her. The tension built so high he thought he would burst, and he swore Anita might too because her voice was so high now, so short, like---
No.
He turned his head to look over the side of the bed. "Oh God---"
"Mm? Roge---oh Go---" Only half aware, Anita followed his gaze. It took a moment to register, and then she screamed, and not at all the way Roger wanted her to. "Lucky! Oh my God--- Roge, get off of me!"
But he'd already done so, already pulled out and got up and yanked the sheets over Anita and himself and started to shoo the puppy away. Lucky just yipped and barked as if it were some game, a fight of some sort. Ignoring his nakedness so as to leave Anita the sheets, Roger scooped Lucky up off the floor and set him out in the hall, giving him a gentle shove for his intrusion. After shutting the door behind him, he checked the whole room for more puppies while Anita ranted for both of them about the whole dismal situation.
"I can't wait til we get a home in the country," she huffed, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment.
Satisfied with his search, Roger sat on the bed next to her. "Well, they're all out there now. Really this time."
"I don't think I can," Anita remarked.
"Me either." Roger sighed. They had been so close.
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