"Layoffs"

early marriage, before kids • Gavin's POV

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Damn, it's been a really long day.

I toss my keys haphazardly by the door as I walk into our apartment, scrubbing the bottom of my face tiredly.

"Hey, baby." Oh, she's in a really good mood if she's calling me "baby." Despite feeling like crap, the sweet sound of her voice and the sight of her sitting on the couch, wearing sweats and a t-shirt and with a book in hand, puts a small smile on my face.

I make my way over to her and collapse onto the sofa beside her. "Hey," I greet, leaning in to press a small kiss to her soft cheek.

"You're home late," she comments, studying me. Her cheery expression morphs into concern as she takes a good look at me. "Oh no. Is everything okay?"

And then she's crawling onto my lap and resting her hands on my shoulders, gently kneading her fingers into the tense muscles of my upper body. My hands come up to hold her by the waist and I let my head fall into the crook of her neck. Her curves beneath my hands, pressed against my chest, the light, clean smell of her... she feels and smells like my wife, like home and love and everything good in the world. As cheesy as fuck as that sounds.

The relief that comes from her just being here is staggering. "Really shitty day," I explain, my lips brushing against the side of her neck.

She combs her fingers through my hair, gives my scalp a tender rub that feels really damn good. "You wanna talk about it or forget about it?"

Now I'm smiling for real. It's one of those things she said way back, that first day I met her in that bar. I draw her towards me so I can plant a kiss onto her gently-pursed mouth, and the soft, sweet taste of her is like the cure to everything. I let out a sigh before confiding, "CBC's been feeling all those provincial budget cuts. I had to let three of my journalists go today."

"Oh, Gavin. I'm sorry." She hugs the back of my head as I nestle my face into the dip of her shoulder. "That must have been so rough."

"Yeah," I agree. "Deciding who to lay off was a fucking nightmare."

"Mm," she acknowledges. "Especially just after the holidays, huh?" She sweeps her fingers lovingly through the back of my hair and I swear I don't know what I ever did to deserve her.

"Mhm. I have three really bright new grads on the team, a couple guys closer to retirement, a few in the prime of their careers." I close my eyes as I think of the conversations I had with those three today, the looks on each of their faces. "A couple of my writers who just had kids. One whose mother was just diagnosed with end-stage breast cancer. It seemed impossible to come up with a fair decision."

"Damn. That really does suck." She holds my face, tilts my head back, meets my gaze with those big, warm, endless dark eyes of hers. "But you're amazing, Gavin. I know whatever you ended up deciding was the best choice."

"I hope so."

She gives me another kiss, this time firmer, longer. I let myself sink into the warm comfort of her mouth, take some reprieve from the softness of her body as it melts against me. Into my lips she mumbles, "So, here's what we're going to do. Your mom finally gave me the recipe for that favourite pasta of yours. We can have that for dinner. And then, I'll make some of those brownies you like. And then I'll give you a massage..." She floats her lips to the side of my face and brushes my earlobe as she speaks, "And then I'll suck you off. In whichever order you want."

I swear my heart expands by three sizes or something, just as my cock stiffens beneath her. Melanie. Baby. Fuck, she's my favourite person in the entire goddamn universe.

She promised me on our wedding night that she wants to make me happy every day for the rest of our lives and she really fucking meant it.

I draw her close, know that she can feel how hard I've become from the feel of her straddling me. "I love you, Mel," I grumble gruffly against her mouth. "You're... damn, you're perfect."

"I love you too." She kisses me again and I wrap my arms around her waist, savour the taste of her on my tongue.

"How about," I propose, "I'll make the pasta, you make the brownies. We can take turns with the massages and then we'll have a lot of sex?"

"Deal." She bites her lip, something dark sparkling in her eyes. She slips off my lap and onto her knees on the carpet in front of me, settling herself between my legs with her hands on my thighs. "But first..."

My eyelids grow heavy and my blood heats up in my veins as I watch her, feel her fingers as they reach for the buckle of my belt and deftly begin to undress my lower half.

I push my fingers into her hair, brush it away from her face. "You're my favourite person, you know that?" I tell her.

She winks. "I better be."

Her eyes go wide and her lips part when she pushes down my boxers and releases my dick.

Every single time. That same bright-eyed, fascinated, enthralled look on her face before she blows me that gets me so fucking hard for her.

She gently pulls off my socks and slacks and underwear, pushes my legs apart and gets comfortable between them. And then she slowly lifts her grey t-shirt off her and tosses it to the ground and fuck, she's not wearing a bra and her round, firm tits bounce a little as she moves. Her nipples are hard and tight and begging for me to touch them so I reach out and squeeze the swells of her chest, rub the dusky tips of her breasts with my thumbs so I have her pressing her thighs together and letting out a soft, breathless moan.

She sucks her plush bottom lip into her mouth, looks up at me with this expression of impossible innocence before taking my shaft into her hand, running her thumb across my slit that's already leaking with my desire for her.

I hold her hair back for her as she dips down to press chaste kisses along my length. Ah, fuck... her soft lips close around me, sucking me into the warm wetness of her mouth. She's a fucking pro by now, knows exactly how to tease me, how hard to suck, which parts of my cock are the most sensitive, how to caress and rub my straining sac so all I can do is collapse back against the couch and close my eyes and groan her name. "Fuck, Mel. Yeah, baby, just like that..."

I force my eyes open through the ecstasy so I can watch her, watch my cock disappear in and out of her mouth, watch her swollen lips go so wide as she takes in my thickness, watch her close her eyes and put on a show for me, moaning and sucking and licking me like my cock is the best fucking thing she's ever tasted.

And then I can feel my balls tighten, and she slips me out of her mouth and tilts her head back and holds me in place so I come all over her full, heaving tits. "Fucking hell," I rasp, watching as my hot cum streaks down the valley of her breasts, coats each soft mound, trickles from the ends of her dark, peaked nipples. She look so dirty and defiled, covered in the sticky white mess of my orgasm.

And then she floats a finger down, whimpers as she circles one of her nipples, fondling the plump, sensitive flesh and rubbing it with my cum before sweeping her fingertips over her chest and then sucking the taste of me off her hand. It might be the hottest, filthiest thing I've ever seen. Fuck...

"You taste so good, Gavin," she praises hoarsely. She's all flushed and a little sweaty and her mouth is all pink and...

"Shit, baby. That was so fucking sexy. You're... fuck, you're perfect."

She gifts me a brilliant little smile that sends warmth down my spine and then uses her t-shirt to start cleaning herself up.

"Feeling any better?" she asks. She stands up, gripping onto her soiled t-shirt, leans towards me and gives me a short, dirty kiss.

I offer her a crooked, fuck-drunk grin and I know she's happy that I'm happy. "You make everything better, Mel."

And by the time we fall asleep later that night, her naked body snuggled close to my chest, there isn't a single ounce of crappiness or bitterness left from my hellish day, because she's the only thing that really fucking matters.

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A/N:

#couplegoals

XOXO Ami