by Kaylee Rose
Brad takes his time exploring me. The roughness of his whiskers scrapes my freshly shaven and sensitive skin. The scratch of his beard feels fantastic. So different than from when he was in this area last. The contrast between his bristly chin and my delicate skin has me wet with excitement. I never imagined shaving would have so many benefits.
My heart beats harder the closer he gets to my clit. With the first tickle from Brad’s tongue my legs buckle from the unbelievable sensations I’m feeling. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand much longer but I don’t want him to stop. "Maybe I can lie down for this part?”
I skootch myself back on the comforter until the top of my head touches the wood spindled headboard. My head sinks into the fluffy pillows while I wait for Brad to join me. The bed dips near my feet while he makes his way up my body.
“Any time soon, old man.” My mocking him is sure to get him moving.
With a raised eyebrow he rolls to his side placing his head on his hand. God, he looks sexy.
“That’s twice with the old man taunt, wife. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were acting bratty on purpose.”
“Maybe sometime later we can play that scenario out but right now I need you to make me cum.”
“You get your way this time because I want that too, but I have some ideas of my own.”
He finally rolls over, settling himself over my body. His lips ghost over mine soft and sweet. After spending the day fantasizing, I need some instant gratification. I pull him tight against my body, grinding boldly against his cock. Just when I think he’s going to let me take what I need, he cuffs my wrists in his large hands, bringing them over my head to the headboard.
“Hold on. You can squirm and make all the noise you want, just don’t let go. No touching me or I will tie you up. Understand?”
Do I want to be tied up? Maybe? Could I handle it?
My thoughts are swimming with images of me tied to the bed while Brad pleasures me. Without meaning to, a new image floats to the top of my thoughts; of me tying him to the bed and returning the favor. I wonder… and she’s back! That damn dirty girl has a neon sign flashing YES! YES! YES! DO IT!
Down girl, I’m not ready for that yet. I ignore the little slut. In fact, I don’t need her help anymore. Thanks, but I got this covered! She gives me the finger and disappears in a puff of smoke. I don’t need the extra help from my imaginary friend. I’m ready to talk and take care of my own needs.
I choose to not push the limits this time and promise to comply with a sassy, “Yes, Sir.”
“I can barely hear you. I don’t want quiet. I want loud, intense, let’s make sure the neighbors hear us kind of sex. I haven’t heard your uninhibited moans in so long. I’m looking forward to raising the roof while I fuck you, lick you, and bring you to orgasm over and over. Let’s really give them something to talk about.”
“Ha. I’ll take it, but can we please get on with this show?”
A squeeze of his hands over mine binds my fingers to the rails. His kisses drift down from my forehead, over my lashes, to the tip of my nose.
I fight the instinct to release my grip, to push his head to the place I long for. There’s an internal war raging in my brain. One at a time my fingers lift from the spindles. Do I remain submissive or break the moment? I give up, surrendering to this new domineering man. Compliance wins the battle as my fingers clamp around the rails once again.
“Good girl.” He’s in complete control, teasing me, setting the tone for the night. This is not the sex we usually have, and it feels amazing.
Skipping over my wanting lips, he continues down with a peck on my chin, lower as he bites hard into the side of my neck followed by sucking then another bite.
“You didn’t just do that?” He marked me; a hickey like a pair of horny teens would give one another.
“Yep, you’re mine.” His tongue soothes the area before moving to my cleavage.
His right-hand brings a sweet torture by palming my nipple on the outside of my dress while his mouth finds the left breast.
More replays in my head over and over. He wants loud, he wants sex noises, well here goes.
“Bite me harder!” I wasn’t quiet this time. If he wants loud and very vocal, telling each other everything we want and feel noises, then that’s what I’ll give him.
Brad only faulters for a second before giving me what I want. He scoops the fabric aside displaying the black lace cup of my corset.
With a hard, sucking pull on my nipple, he bites the tip then rolls his tongue, before doing it all over again.
“Oh God. Yes, Brad. God. Harder. SHIT! YES!” My body moves as if I’ve been put into a trance.
“Those are the sounds I want. I expect to hear every dirty word you can think of tonight and maybe even some we can make up.”
Before I answer, he grabs a handful of my tits, squishing them together to worship my ample cleavage. His masterful tongue licks and dips between them.
The desire to touch his hair, to guide him along took over.
Brad didn’t seem to notice when I placed both hands on his head keeping his mouth from moving too far.
“Ouch!” Brad took a big bite and sucked harder this time.
“Seriously! Are you going to mark my whole body tonight?”
An evil grin surfaces when he tells me what’s going on in his brain. “Maybe I just want everyone to know you are mine.”
“Babe, nobody is going to see these marks.”
The tips of his hair gently run back and forth over my chest as he shakes his head telling me I’m wrong.
“I’ll see them, and I’ll be reminded that you are mine. Get it now?”
I smile wide, loving this new possessive side he’s showing. It suits him.
“Yes, Sir! Now can we continue where you left off?”
“I might have learned a few things that may surprise you. You’re not the only one who reads books.”
He reaches to the stack of books on my nightstand, grabbing the one with one woman and two men on the cover. A ménage. It’s one of my favorite romance genres. There’s something really hot about two men treating a woman like she’s the only one in the world. The heroine sandwiched between them while they fuck her silly or when the guys fuck each other.
No way, it can’t be. No guy wants to read that. He’s lying, he has to be. I know how to figure it out.
“I call bullshit! If you’ve read that book, tell me what the woman’s name is on the cover?”
He sits back on his heels and taps his chin twice before speaking.
“Well, her name is Michelle, but she goes by Chelle to Lance, the mechanic with the blonde hair, but to Eric, the football player, she goes by Shelly. Great relationship they have going on in Middleton, Georgia. Too bad Lance’s family doesn’t understand, but isn’t it great that Eric’s grandparents welcomed all three of them into the family?”
MOTHERFUCKER! HE READ MY BOOK!
Chapter Eighteen
The cocky grin he sports shocks the hell out of me.
“Well, are you ready to try some of the new tricks I’ve learned? Or do you want to just lay there looking like a fish gasping for air?”
I’m surprised by his confession. I want his head between my thighs while he shows me the things he’s read about. My panting and groans of frustration fill my ears like white noise.
“Well then, seeing you’re so confident, let’s see those tricks. Keep going.” I need this orgasm now.
“Maybe we should go downstairs and eat first?”
I think I’m going to kill him. He had better be joking or this will not end well. “No way, mister, you are not leaving me like this.”
Instead of answering with words, his hands slide under my ass while lifting me slightly to the position he desires, giving him the full view of my hairless pussy again.
I grab the extra pillow beside me, propping myself up to get the best view possible. This is a visual I do not want to miss.
M
y knees drop to the side, urging him to show me what he’s learned.
Snuggled between my thighs, he stops and looks at me. “Are you sure we shouldn’t eat first?”
At this point I’m the one growling. “Yes, let’s eat. I have your appetizer right here. Wet and juicy just the way you like it.”
I’m happy to see this playful side again. I’m ready to explode and fuck this man all night long but it’s times like this that truly are us.
His delay tactic isn’t working. It’s obvious he’s trying to go slow and stay controlled. I don’t want control. I want spontaneous actions. No thinking, just doing what feels right. I need to get him back to the business at hand.
Playtime is over. Before I can overthink my moves, I work my right hand down my stomach reaching for my wet cunt. My fingers form a V-shape, sliding up and down, with a pinch to my clit on each up slide, bowing my back off the bed.
I decide to try out a scene I loved from the book Brad read. I push my fingers deep inside, pumping twice, before bringing them to my lips. My juices are salty and not at all like I would think. We’ve never kissed after he’s gone down on me. Hopefully this little show does the job of ramping up Brad’s libido.
He tugs my wrist, taking my fingers from my mouth and looks into my eyes without blinking. “That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Tell me how it tastes.”
“Not like I expected. Salty but sweet too. Want to try it?”
“Oh, yeah but I’m taking it from the source.” With a swift movement, he’s flat on the bed, tucking his hands under me once more. I’m at just the right level, as he gets ready to dive in.
A long flat tongue runs up from ass to clit completing the trip with a nibble and tight sucking on that bundle of nerves. His head moves up to scratch my bare pussy with his scruffy cheeks.
“Tell me what feels good, we get to be loud. It’s just us remember. Let yourself go.”
My wordless squirming should tell him he’s on the right track, but he wants me to talk. Brad’s mouth is on my pussy again, using his nose to bump my clit while his tongue laps at my opening.
That’s all it took to open the flood gates.
“Yes, God, yes. You feel so good. I want to cum now, but I don’t want it to stop either. Fuck me with your tongue.”
With a mouthful of my pussy he can’t speak. He answers me with his magical tongue. Another tight-lipped suck and squeeze on my clit before travelling down to wiggle his tongue inside.
The juices seeping out with his saliva are running onto my tight bud. Brad sneaks his pinky to my ass but only rubs on the outside, tongue fucking my cunt, and his right fingers rubbing fast circles on my clit.
“Close, oh, God, so close, faster, harder.”
Brad replaces two fingers inside me and pumps away. In, out, swirl, it’s a perfect rhythm.
My hips join the dance he’s leading. The song is almost over when his hand working my clit leaves to find his cock. My swollen pearl still needs attention. I lick my fingers before I start the pinches and circles that had always worked to get me there.
He’s furiously jacking himself off, and I’m masturbating right there with him.
“I can’t hold back, are you close??”
Not being able to speak, I nod vigorously, letting him know I’m ready.
With a loud grunt, the first spurts hit my inner thigh. The sight of his orgasm is all I need to find my own climax.
Breathing heavily, Brad continues moving his arm, jacking himself while cumming like he’s held back every ounce of spunk for tonight. His head follows the bead of cum cooling on my skin, licking every drop up with long sweeps of his tongue. Not making eye contact he asks me quietly giving away his nerves, “Is this ok? It doesn’t gross you out, does it?”
All I can do is pull him to my lips and suck the remaining cum from his mouth.
“No, not at all. I’m glad we are finally moving past the mundane and into new territory.”
He rolls over to my side and creeps up to lay next to me. We both roll over to face each other and kiss, slowly, sweetly tasting each other. A new flavor I can become addicted to.
Interrupting our moment, my stomach grumbles followed by his bear like stomach requesting food.
“Guess we need to eat after coming out of our sexual hibernation.”
He jumps out of bed in his now wrinkled suit. He removes his belt but zips and buttons up. “Beat ya to the kitchen.” And off he goes out the door.
I can’t control my laughter as I watch him racing out of the bedroom like a kid searching for presents on Christmas morning. I haven’t seen him this happy or move that fast in years. Guess he built up an appetite.
My stomach reminds me I just had a workout too. I climb off the bed, retie my dress and run my hands down my front to work out a few of the wrinkles. My hair is a scrambled mess. I remove the pins and finger comb it to make it presentable before following the man of my dreams down the stairs.
When I get downstairs, I see Brad standing at the dining table. I don’t know what he’s staring at, but from behind it looks like he’s frozen.
On tip toes I sneak up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, snuggling my cheek to his back.
After a few silent moments he finally speaks, “I didn’t see any of this earlier. Your engagement vase, the roses and china. All this work for us. It’s beautiful.”
A sense of pride washes over me. My plan had a few blips and boo boo’s, but we are reaching the goal together and that’s all that really counts. “I’m glad you noticed.”
We walk into the kitchen, holding hands like young, innocent lovers. Brad re-heats the pasta in the microwave while I grab the salad from the fridge. Always the gentleman, Brad carries both of our plates, placing them down at each setting. Remembering my thoughts about seating arrangements we sit across from each other. If he notices the change, he doesn’t say anything, but I feel the difference.
With a pop, Brad opens and pours the prosecco into the crystal glasses.
After pushing in my chair, he sits across the narrow table reaching for my hand before speaking, “This smells amazing.”
“Tina helped me pick up dinner from Nick’s to give me extra time today.” How I pulled all of this off still confuses and excites me.
Looking around the table like we’ve forgotten something, Brad asks, “You know what would make this meal perfect?”
I scan the table searching for what I may have forgotten. Utensils, salt, pepper, grated cheese, water, and prosecco.
“I think I remembered everything.”
Standing, Brad tells me, “Hang on I’ll be right back.”
With a flourish Brad re-enters the dining room with a silver cloche. Like a butler serving the queen he bends slightly, presenting the gift under the cover.
He lifts the lid and holds the tray out for me to see the contents.
“It’s garlic bread! But…” My head cocks to the side with confusion. “Wait, I burned the bread.”
Brad sets the tray on the table, placing a perfectly browned piece of bread on each plate. Before stuffing a piece into his mouth, he explains the magic trick he pulled off.
“Well, once I gave the all clear to the fire chief, I called Nick’s and asked them to make a delivery. When I explained how special tonight is, Nick brought it himself. I left the front door unlocked so he could place it inside while we were upstairs.”
My cheeks flush with the thought of Nick hearing us while Brad insisted I get loud.“I know what you’re thinking but don’t. He dropped it off after we finished. I heard the door open, that’s why I ran downstairs so quickly.”
Relief washes over me as we dig into our meals. It’s like we haven’t eaten in weeks. Not a whole lot of talking but still lots of hand holding. I like this way of sitting and gazing at one another.
When we finish our dinner, we stand to clear the table, wash the dishes and put them away, but this time is different than other nights.
The play
fulness we once had now returned, in and out of the bedroom. A kiss on my cheek. A slap on my ass. A slap on his. A simple stretch around me to take the plate I’m rinsing and conveniently brushing my boob with his forearm. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. This night has been more than I ever expected it to be.
When the leftovers and dishes are all taken care of, Brad goes upstairs to use the bathroom while I finish clearing the table.
With everything put in its place, I turn to see my husband who has a huge grin on his face.
His tie is gone and a few of his shirt buttons are open. Sleeves are still rolled up giving me full view of the arm porn that makes me melt.
“Look what I found upstairs.” The nondescript bag I stashed to the side is dangling off his finger. Taunting me as it swings back and forth.
OH SHIT!
“Ha ha, yeah, funny thing. With all the other fun ideas I had for tonight, I stopped at that crazy store in the mall. We don’t have to use those things though.”
“Oh, but I want to use them. We’re taking full advantage of these purchases.”
My heart races while I watch him rummage through the bag.
“I want to see what this will look like peeking out from between your ass cheeks.’”
There it is. The one toy I was most nervous about putting in the cart. Uh oh, he brought the lube too.
I was willing to try this when I bought it, but now I’m not so sure. It’s going to hurt, I know it.
“Stop thinking so much. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ve never done this before either, but it looks fun. If you really don’t want to try, we don’t have to.”
His eyes cast down to the shiny toy as he rolls it between his fingers. The pretty silver plug with the pink jewel catches the overhead light. In for an ounce, in for a pound it seems. That’s a terrible analogy but it’s all I can think of now.
“If you promise to go slow and use lots of lube I’ll try?’
“I promise to go slow.” He reaches for my hand, leading the way to our bedroom. “Let’s go back upstairs.”
