Caught in the Middle

Chapter 43

"You look about ready for murder..." Molly wraps me up in her arms, rocking us from side to side as her laughter tickles my ear. "You know when I called you, I was kind of hoping you'd come get your husband out of my bed and not invite me for breakfast." My friend's giggle increases in volume at my frustrations, not in the least bit bothered that her husband kicked me out of my own bed. "You're just mad that he interrupted your sexy time." I push her away, glowering at her. "I had to threaten her to put clothes on. What the hell kind of relationship do they have?"

After we made love last night, we both took a quick shower and got dressed before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Poor Tono woke up just as the sun had risen, after a bad dream and crawled into our bed. I somehow fell more in love with Maya when she drew a dream with the distraught boy, calming him down within minutes. He fell asleep cuddled into her chest, with me combing my fingers through her hair until she fell asleep too. Mama Devous woke us all up a few hours later, to pick her grandson up for their annual family camping trip.

She greeted us with a glint in her eyes because it was very unlike my wife to oversleep. But when she saw my things scattered around the apartment like I live there again, she smirked widely and took the small boy off our hands for some alone time together. We barely made it through half a cup of coffee before we fell back in bed. I needed to help her get rid of one particular cloud before I go to LA. Phone sex will be no fun if she still refuses to masturbate. My suspicions started to rise after our first date that Maya has been depriving herself of her own touch.

She got turned on quicker than me, but her sexual frustration was far worse because she refused to touch herself until she started feeling worthy of my love. I thought this wouldn't be a problem after we made love again and I convinced her that she's allowed to be touched and feel loved as well. But her vague response after I left her that polaroid on her pillow, kind of cemented my suspicion that she's still suppressing her own need. It also made me feel guilty for finding pleasure within myself whenever she worked doubles, or our shifts refused to align.

I was seconds away from breaking through her barriers, having her touch herself while dodging her kisses and desperate hands on my body. Her orgasm evaded her twice and her moans had become pained as she unintentionally edged herself. She pulled on my heartstrings as she begged for my touch each time her mind denied her the white-hot flush of pleasure she's been striving towards. I urged her to get out of her head, trying to convince her that she's allowed to feel the magic her fingers are doing on herself, without needing to gift it to me first.

"How do you expect me to please you when I go to LA for ten very long days without you? I'll need to use your fingers to do my bidding." She growls into my neck, forcing herself to not kiss my skin or suck on my pulse point. I can feel how much she wants it by the quickened pace on her clit and her tightened grip on my shirt. "Come now, bambina. You've never had trouble orgasming like this for me before." I pull her face out of my neck so I can study her eyes and pick up on her ques. Her eyes are flickering through the different emotions as her heart and head fight for dominance.

"Just one kiss, Carina. I need it." She licks her lips as her gaze zeroes in on mine but doesn't push when I shake my head again. "I'm right here, Maya. Just keep looking at me. That's enough. Us together like this, is enough." She throws her head back into the pillow as her orgasm vaporizes into thin air again. I sooth her frustrated cry with a hand on her chest, rubbing my palm in circles between her heaving breasts. "Please, Carina. Help me." She takes her hand off her pulsing center, clawing at me for something she doesn't even know she needs.

I tuck her hair behind her ear before cupping her face. "Hands back on yourself, bella." Maya shakes her head in frustration, grinding her pelvis into my thigh. "I want you, Carina. I need your hands on me." I try calming her down but also pull my thigh away from her wet sex as she tries to push herself over the edge with the one piece of my body she can reach. "Please, babe." She combs her fingers into my hair at the back of my neck, trying to fuse us together for a kiss out of desperation. "No, bambina. Finger yourself. That's all you need."