Page 17 of Stolen Hours

“Still, I’ve never seen you so...enthusedwith my metalcraft before,” Jan released her hand to shift his body, situating himself between her thighs, toy inside of her, mouth surrounding her, first with small kisses, and then with long, hard licks.

“This is a little different,” Diana moaned, letting her legs fall limp to the sides, powerless as he pleasured her. “But I definitely prefer the craftsman to the crafts.”

“That’s because you’re perfect. And meant for me.” Jan eased the toy from her and replaced it with his much more skillful, soft fingers, tracing the soft spots inside of her that made her tremble, all while keeping her nub prisoner in his mouth.

“I think I’d like to sample some of your other excellent workmanship,” Diana gasped out, thighs beginning to tense.

“Only if you promise to stay with me tonight. Here. In date-land, and no escape back into subcommittees and book clubs.”

“I promise, if you’ll get up here!” Diana hissed.

“Hmm. Well, I’m not sure I’m quite ready to show off my skills.” Jan slowly rose up, hesitated, and then straddled her body, walking himself up on his knees until his hardness was between her breasts. “May I?”

Diana gave her arm a hard twist and freed one hand, then the other, smushing her breasts around her husband’s cock. “You may.” She craned her neck down and gave his salty-sweet tip a quick lick, savoring the taste of him as he moved between her breasts, all gold and silver threads brushed away now, just slick skin to smooth skin, his hands joining hers as they teased her nipples and smothered his cock.

“Come here,” Diana demanded, dropping her breasts to the side to seize Jan in her fist, guiding him into her mouth, sucking slowly and gently at first, working him in deeper and deeper, eyes closed, moaning around him.

“The vibrations you make when you do that...” Jan gripped the abandoned golden scarf for support, holding it like a subway strap as Diana’s head bobbed harder and faster.

“Mmmmm!” she drew out the sound, buzzing her lips against his sensitive tip, feeling satisfied when the pre-cum sheeted fromhim like rain.

“I’m not going to last, pretty little prisoner of love,” he half-hinted, half-begged.

“I’m okay with that,” Diana whispered, sliding her mouth off with one last, lingering pull. “I have somewhere you can put that.”

“Thought you might.”

HE WASN’T AWARE OFit happening until he realized that Diana wasn’t just shimmering with perspiration, but she was glowing—from the gold behind her. His chest pressed to hers, skin turning slick with exertion, little golden threads dancing lightly from his shoulders, weaving around hers. Back around. Looping. Cocooning.

Shimmering sheets that caressed them both, locking them together as he kept himself buried inside, rocking Diana to a peak, waiting for his own.

“You want to keep me with you, huh?” Diana looked thrilled at this metallic expression of his love.

“I don’t know... Why... It’s doing that.”

“You’redoing that. And you know why? Because I told you what I needed. Ohhh. Oh, God, Jan. That’s it!” Diana breathed out. “I need you, need this!”

Her perfect pink lips were too close not to kiss. He shrugged his shoulders and braced his arms to push himself up, making sure he could hold himself in and pick up the pace to send her spiraling into an orgasm she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

He felt the now-familiar shivering in her walls, the way her heels dug into his calves and her fingers raked desperately down his back, under golden threads, to hold him in and take every drop of him as her walls worked his cock until it burst.

“Oh. Di...” He lost the strength in his shoulders and collapsed down, earning a muffled squeak.

“There must be a fortune on this bed,” Diana panted out, smiling at him with shining eyes.

“All the treasure in the world is in this bed. You. You, woven to me, bound to me, heart and soul. You’re always going to be safe here with me, honey, in our town, in our lives. You can relax. The world won’t run away from you. You ran to us, and you caught us.” Jan kissed her forehead, each eyelid, and lips in a vow.

“I want to believe that.”

“Believe that.” Jan nibbled her neck and slowly shifted the pile of golden threads and lacey bits off of her.

“I do,” she sighed. “I do, when I’m not caught up in my own head.”

“Hmm. Then let me remind you.” Jan’s fingers traced words against her skin, and the pile of spent gold ran to follow it, sturdy, simple, and solid.

A chain. A charm. Words.

“I Promise.”