Sheridan
Trey kicks in the door to our new home and carries me across the threshold. He waited until I unlocked the door to scoop me up in his arms.
“What can I say. I’m feeling traditional.”
“I didn’t know it was tradition to carry your woman across the threshold before you f**k her ass,” I said, giggling.
He grins. “Learn something new everyday.”
I’m still shaking with laughter as he carries me into our bedroom. I picked out curtains and bedspread and fixtures in warm, earthy colors. He let me do the decorating, not that he had any choice. When it comes to what we do in the bedroom, he takes all control. I love it.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he mutters, going to the box where we keep our “kinky” things and pulling out a giant bottle of lube. “I’m gonna make it so good for you, s
