I giggled as my back bounced on the mattress. Kevin climbed on top of me, his crooked smile making my heart flutter. It had been weeks since we last had a night together. We were newlyweds for goodness sake! We should be able to have more than one night a month to show each other just how much we loved and missed them.
"I've missed you." I smiled at him as I started to unbutton his white shirt. It was our night, and no one β not even the stupid fire department βcould take this away from me.
Kevin chuckled and started to rub my arm. "Impatient, aren't we?" He asked.
"It's been a month." I growled at him, unbuttoning the last button, revealing his hairless snow white chest. He was the only man I knew that had a hairless chest without shaving or waxing. He also can't grow a beard, trust me, he's tried.
"Oh my goodness." I laughed my hand rubbing across his almost hairless chest. "You really do have a chest hair."
Kevin's smile grew into a grin. "I told you!" He was europhic.
"I can take care of that for you." I smiled, grabbing onto his one strand of hair.
"No," He turned his body to the side. "It took me twenty-five years to get this chest hair. You're not taking it away from me."
I clamped my hands over my mouth so I could muffle it. I was afraid that I would ruin the mood by laughing at the fact, it was a fact, that he got his first chest hair after twenty five years of trying.
"Don't laugh at me." Kevin laughed.
"I can't help it." I choked out through fits of laughter. "I'm just so proud of you." I lied, which sent me over into another round of laughter.
Kevin growled at me playfully. His hands grabbed onto my wrist and lifted them over my head. I stopped laughing and tried to be serious as he held my hands over my head. It was hard to be serious around Kevin, especially when we were sharing such an intimate moment.
"If you tear this dress, I'll have to hurt you." I warned him when he smiled at me, mischievously.
"I like this dress." Kevin mused, his free hand sliding under it and rubbing on my thighs.
"I do too and I would like to wear it more than once." I growled at him when his hand found my waist and started to pull at the elastic of my thong (I didn't usually wear thongs but Alice, Kevin's sister, had bought me a pair so I could wear it for Kevin tonight.
"You got to wear it tonight." He started to pull my thong down away from my womanhood as he continued to talk about my dress. Β¬
"I didn't get to wear it anywhere." I frowned at him. "You're the one that wanted to stay in and cook me dinner tonight."
"True," Kevin agreed. "But I couldn't possibly let my wife out of the house without any underwear on, could I?" He was holding up the thong I was once wearing.
My mouth dropped and I looked down to see if I could figure out how he had managed to remove my thong without me knowing but the dress was in the way. I looked back up at him. He was balling up the thong in his hand and leaning over to set it on the dresser next to his pager.
"I should really send that to Mike Newton in the mail." Kevin said to himself. "I wonder what he would think about finding my wife's dirty thong in his mailbox."
I rolled my eyes. Mike was an old friend of mine that had a crush on me and had made many attempts after my heart, even when I was dating Kevin. He didn't get the idea that I wasn't interested in him until I was married.
"I wish you wouldn't." I mumbled. "It's not fair to him. He just broke up with his girlfriend."
Kevin shrugged. He didn't seem to really care, which I didn't blame him. Mike wasn't one of his favorite people. In fact, he wasn't really my favorite person either. But he was tolerable and I wasn't that cruel.
"Now where were we?" Kevin asked. His green eyes shined brightly at me.
"I don't remember." I lied. I knew exactly where we were.
Kevin frowned at me. "Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You have no idea what we were doing before I took off your thong with one hand."
I knew he was bragging about being able to take off my thong without me realizing it, let alone with only one hand. But I had gotten use to Kevin's ability to surprise me over the years.
"I don't remember." I continued with my lie.
Kevin smiled at me. "You were always a bad liar." He laughed letting go of my hands.
"You didn't say that last time we had sex." I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh.
Kevin had to think about it for a second. His face went through three different emotions. The first, confusion. The second, shock. The third, anger.
I swallowed audibly when the angry smile formed across his face.
"You're going to pay for that." He smiled at me, his voice broke with anger (or maybe he was trying not to laugh). "You're so going to pay for that." He repeated. It was like he was a broken record.
I screamed and tried to crawl from underneath him, but his hands grabbed onto my waist and his face hovered above mine. "You're so going to pay for that."
"I'm sorry." I laughed trying to pull myself from his grip. "I was lying. I didn't fake an orgasm...last time we had sex." I added the last part under my breath.
"You're going to pay for that to." Kevin told me.
I didn't get a chance to take my words back. His lips quickly found mine and we started what would be, because I was going to make it, the hottest night of our marriage β next our honeymoon of course.
My hands wrapped around his neck and my fingers tangled into his hair so I could push him closer to me. My tongue poked out of my mouth and started to trace his bottom lip, or at least tried. Kevin opened his mouth soon after I opened my mouth so he could deepen our kiss. His hands were pulling at my dress. I had never been more grateful for a strapless dress before.