Lakota stepped back, allowing calloused hands to slide down her arms. The snags from the rough parts of his fingers creating more friction between them, sending goose pimples up and down her back. A jolt of energy surge to her lower extremities.
“Hush up girl, it’s not time yet,” she said, looking down as if she were talking to her feet.
Lakota’s head snapped around, “are you talking to me?”
“No to my vagina. She likes you and has already started slobbering. I swear I can’t let her get too close to you or she starts acting up,” Melody said. “She wants to play with Wagon Burner.”
Lakota found himself smiling at his wife. She was adorable. “Melody, does she have a name?”
“Yes, this rude heffah is named Lucy,” she said blushing and shifted the weight on her feet.
“I can think of a million puns around I love Lucy, but I think tonight, without anxiousness on both our parts, I can make the party much better for the lady.”
Melody started to twitch.
Lakota became concerned, “Melody, are you okay?”
“No. Nope. Not at all,” she told him, shaking her fists at her side. “Husband, please don’t think me loose or a crazy woman, but I’ve never in my life had this type of reaction to a man. I seriously feel like I’m in heat or something.”
He said nothing as he bent down, scooping his wife in his arms. Lakota took long strides to the stairs, walking down the landings blindly, holding her in his arms, her face resting against his chest. He fell to the bed, his wife in his arms. “I know what you need.”
