For the Love of Us

by Kaylee Rose

  Chapter Nineteen

  My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I turn to face the bed. Brad places his hands on my hips and gently pulls me so my ass is sticking out.

  “Put your hands on the bed and spread those hot as hell heels a little wider.”

  After obeying his order, I feel his right arm reach up to my face as he glides the back of his hand down my cheek. Brushing my hair to the side his lips connect to the dip of my collar bone. His touch sizzles in an erotic connection I’ve craved for months.

  The sucking is sure to leave another visible mark, but I don’t care. There will be no need to explain the love bites I’m sporting to our children as the house is empty. I clear my mind, giving into the sensations running through my body.

  The cool air hits my ass when Brad sweeps the skirt of my dress up. Hands rubbing and squeezing the ample globes. I try not to think about the squats I should have been doing these past twenty years to keep my legs toned. I have curves and a little extra cushioning, but it doesn’t seem to bother Brad.

  A loud noise brings me out of my thoughts.

  WHACK! WHACK!

  He just smacked my ass.

  I look over my shoulder, stunned. “What the fuck was that for?”

  He doesn’t say anything, only slaps my ass again.

  “Hey! What did I do to deserve that? You’ve never spanked me before.” He’s never even spanked the kids.

  “One, you’ve kept secrets from me. You didn’t tell me what’s been going on in your mind.”

  WHACK

  “Hey, how long is this list?” It doesn’t really hurt. Those first ones just surprised me is all.

  “You’ll know when I’m done. Now keep facing forward. Two, you haven’t shared your fantasies with me.”

  WHACK

  “But I...” He doesn’t stop.

  WHACK

  “Three, your patience sucks.”

  I giggle with that one. He’s making this whole thing up on the fly.

  His hand rubs my skin lightly after each swat. I’m starting to like this game. My cunt is wet, juices trickling down my thighs.

  WHACK

  “Four, you burned the garlic bread, again. Maybe if I spank you each time, you’ll break that bad habit?”

  “Huh, or maybe I’ll start burning everything if this is my punishment? This is turning me on.”

  Brad leans over my body, laying his chest on my back, before whispering in my ear. “You liked being spanked huh?”

  The heat from his heavy breathing runs down my neck and his amazing cock is rock hard, poking my back. I love how I’ve done this to him.

  When Brad stands, I miss the weight of his body on mine. I glance over my shoulder to see his reaction to my answer. “I didn’t hate it. I’d like to do it again.”

  “Good. Your ass is pretty and pink, just like this plug I’m going to slide in.”

  He reaches into his pocket and produces the new lube I bought.

  Oh, good, maybe the numbing stuff will help.

  Instead of putting the lube on the toy, he squeezes some onto his index finger, then rubs between my ass cheeks.

  My breath ceases and I jump with his first touch. A few swirls and a little pressure to the outside of my bud eases my nerves and returns my breathing to normal.

  The coaxing and rubbing on the previously no-go zone have me pushing back asking for more.

  The silence is broken with a click from the bottle. He adds more lube and another finger, pressing on my hole. The kisses are on my ass cheeks now while he continues to finger me. Swipes up then back down, spreading the liquid all over.

  “Do you think you should add more lube? I’m nervous. Remember the last time we tried playing in that area?”

  He uncaps the bottle again, dripping the slippery liquid between my cheeks. He continues rubbing in a circular motion around my hole. With a swift move I feel him inside.

  “Oh, God! A little warning would have been nice.”

  “If I told you, you would’ve over thought it. Now how does it feel? It’s just the tip of my finger.”

  “Ha-ha, just the tip huh? I’ve heard that before. It’s tight but not uncomfortable.”

  “It really is just the tip, but I want to go deeper. Ready?”

  Am I ready? It feels good now that it’s adjusted. “Yes! But go slow.”

  The pressure isn’t painful but it’s a snug fit. He goes slow, in and out, stimulating the sensitive nerves I’ve never felt before.

  I let him know I’m ready to keep going. “I’m ok, you can do more.”

  He growls out words of encouragement. “So tight. I can imagine my cock filling you and hearing you make those sexy sounds. Ready? Two fingers now. Relax, you can do this. It’ll get you ready for the plug.”

  I reach back to the breathing exercises I used for my Lamaze training while Brad slides his fingers in slowly. Breathe in and blow out a breath. In. Out.

  On my second cleansing exhale, he pushes deep, pausing for my intake of air.

  By the third round of deep breathing, fingers are pumping with a rhythm I’m enjoying. Now, I’m loving how fantastic it feels.

  “Oh, my God, that’s so good. Keep going.”

  I take my hand off the comforter to reach for my clit. It’s screaming for attention. Just a little pinch, and I’ll tip over the edge.

  Between his clenched teeth, he growls. “Do not touch yourself.”

  His order stops me. His tone isn’t angry, just controlling and I love it.

  “Why can’t I touch myself?” I’m confused and needy.

  “I have plans, and it doesn’t include you cumming right now. I’m going to put this little jewel in now.”

  “Shit, fuck, shit! Wait! It’s gonna hurt I know it.”

  “Stop over thinking. You liked what I just did. The plug might hurt a bit at first but just like with my fingers, you’ll adjust and it’ll feel good.”

  “How do you know? You ever had something shoved up your ass?” I’m sarcastic because I’m scared.

  Straight faced and serious he stares deep into my eyes.

  “No, I haven’t, but if that’s something you want to try, we can talk about it. What we do in our home is for us. We do what we want and respect each other’s boundaries and fantasies. This is us, nobody else. If you want to stop, we will, but I really hope you want to keep going.”

  Wow, his words shock and thrill me at the same time. Moving into this new part of our intimacy is going to take us places I never thought we would go. I think I just fell in love with my husband a little bit more.

  I trust him to take care of me every day, with every fiber of his being. Why shouldn’t I trust him now too.

  “Okay, but remember, slow.”

  With a kiss to both ass cheeks he talks me through the scary part coming up. “Just breathe baby. I can’t wait to see how this looks against those red ass cheeks.”

  The freezing metal touches the top of my cleft bringing me to my tip toes.

  “Motherfucker! That’s cold. You can’t warm that up? That silver ice cube is going to make my butthole squeeze tighter than a nun’s crotch.”

  Brad chuckles and walks to the bathroom. When I hear the water turn on, I assume he’s warming the plug under the faucet.

  While walking back to me, he holds up the silver toy above his head like a trophy. “That should help.”

  The rubbing up and down resumes, feeling much better. Without warning the rounded tip breaches my tight ring.

  “Whoa!”

  “Just the tip again.” His calming words do nothing to take my mind off what’s happening behind me.

  “Yeah, but this tip is bigger than your finger. Maybe we can just leave it like that for now? I can do this much.”

  His patience is incredible. I’m starting to irritate myself with all the stop go, stop go.

  Brad turns my shoulder, bringing me nose to nose with his handsome face. Those amber eyes can convince me to do anything.

  “Do you real
ly want to stop?”

  Do I? No, I want this. Seeing and hearing how turned on this makes him pushes me forward.

  “No, I want to try. Keep going.”

  He has my left cheek spread wide and the other holding the plug in place.

  “I love you and want you to feel comfortable.”

  “I love you too.”

  “I want to do really naughty things with you tonight.”

  We fall into a deep, devouring kiss. We are so hungry for each other our teeth connect a few times. I can’t get enough. I raise my leg and wrap it around Brad’s hip, grinding, taking the pleasure I want.

  Pop. Without a word, the plug is in place and I didn’t notice he pushed it all the way in.

  Until now, when the burning sensation kicks in. I jump out of his arms, taking a few steps away, thinking my butthole is on fire.

  “Shiiiit! It burns. Fuck!” If I don’t get this thing out of my ass right now I might die.

  “Callie, relax, breathe, give your body time to adjust.”

  Hearing him say my name brings some comfort to the burning ring of fire that is my asshole. What isn’t extinguished by my name is well and truly doused when Brad starts kissing me again.

  The kisses move away from my lips to the lace covering my nipples. When he takes one into his mouth, sucking hard, I all but forget about the pain and only feel pleasure.

  His fingers travel south, over my hips, down my thighs and with a swift motion, he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us over to the low dresser situated against the wall.

  “AAAARGGHHHH,” I wail as the plug makes contact with the oak furniture.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t think. Are you ok?”

  I feel a little breathless, so my answer doesn’t come immediately. I search for the right words. It was the quick jolt that made me cry out, but I actually felt no pain. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  The fullness takes some getting used to. Momentarily, I think about what it would feel like having Brad fuck me doggie style with the pretty pink jewel bumping with each thrust.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you up here ever sense we bought it.”

  “I’ve always wanted this too, but was afraid to say anything, plus worrying about the kids hearing us or walking in would’ve killed the mood.”

  “Shhhh, no kid talk. It’s you and me. You, the woman I fell in love with all those years ago. The woman I have never stopped lusting after. I just forgot to take the time needed to show you.”

  Those words are almost better than our wedding vows. The emotional rollercoaster I’d been riding the past few days finally smashes through the dam which held my wants and needs back.

  “I needed to hear those words more than you will ever know.” I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat before continuing. “I didn’t think you desired me as a woman anymore. After kids my body changed. I have a fluffy tummy, extra padding on my hips and the flabby skin on my arms jiggles even after I stop waving.”

  “Callie, I love you, but I see something you don’t. When I see your belly, I see how you made me a daddy, twice. Your arms are amazing. I picture all the long nights of you holding our babies close while you nursed and soothed them. Those same arms wrapped tight around the boys on graduation day. I remember how they weren’t ready to let go, but did, because they knew you would always have your arms open again when they needed you. I still see the same beautiful girl who caught a foul ball in the bleachers. You were beautiful then, and even more beautiful now.”

  A wave of love flows over me hearing Brad’s words of love and devotion. The tears I’ve cried over the past few months were from fear and sadness. These new tears are full of promise and comfort.

  Chapter Twenty

  While cupping my face, he wipes away my tears. “I seem to have changed the mood with my sappy words. What should we do?”

  “I love your sappy words. I love you, but I could go for another one of those sexy kisses to turn up the heat?”

  This time, I control the kiss, holding him in place while nibbling and tasting his lips. My hunger for more leads the way, as we continue our night of passion.

  Instead of our plans to make love on the dresser, Brad helps me down so I can stand in front of him.

  Up until now our greedy actions have kept both of us mostly clothed.

  “I think it’s time to get naked, Mrs. Thompson.” Being referred to by my married name makes my heart skip a beat with pride.

  He unties the wrap, letting it fall from my shoulders to pool around my feet. My chin is high, shoulders back, tits pushed out, finally giving him the sexy pose in my corset and stockings.

  His stare caresses my body, burning holes in the lace and satin barely covering my skin.

  “It’s my turn. I want you to suck me right here and now.”

  Just as he hasn’t given me oral in quite a while, I haven’t had his dick in my mouth either. He grabs one of the new throw pillows I picked up this morning, dropping to the floor at his feet.

  My anxiety reaches a new high as doubts in my abilities surge through me. I have an idea to up my head game. I search through the toy bag finding the pineapple flavored lube from the sample pack.

  I attempt to look sexy and graceful as I lower myself to my knees and unbutton his slacks to tug his pants and boxer briefs to his thighs.

  His impressive cock is thick, veiny and looks ready to explode. I leave my own marks on Brad’s thighs with the tips of my bright red nails. Each light scratch leaves trails of red lines behind.

  My mouth waters as I lean into him, using my tongue to lick from base to tip, before covering the head and sucking.

  Brad braces himself, leaning both hands on the bed behind me, as I pause to pull his pants down a little lower.

  “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” His forehead is wrinkled in confusion.

  “Nothing’s wrong. I want to try this new flavored lube.”

  With a click of the lid, I reach up to dribble some on the tip, followed by a lick to test the flavor. The pineapple stands out, followed by the faint chemical taste I expected. It will work for my plan.

  I fill my palm with the clear liquid before closing the lid, setting the bottle within easy reach for later.

  I keep my chin high, gazing into his eyes, while coating his dick with the lube. I stroke, ensuring every inch is slick with the slippery liquid.

  My fingers stop at the base as I lean forward to take him in my mouth. We begin a rhythm of stroking, sucking and thrusting to the sounds of grunts and moans.

  His fingers wrap around my hair, anchoring me to this spot and keeping his thrusts from going too deep. It’s impossible for me to take all of him in my mouth because my gag reflex has always been sensitive. But I try to go a little deeper with each slow thrust.

  With my left hand circled around his girth, still stroking, my right is free to play with his sack. The lube and saliva drip down coating his balls.

  I use the wetness to my advantage, while walking my fingers back just a little further to touch his anus. With no indication or hesitation by either of us, my fingertips start to circle and experiment.

  The tight pull of my hair is all the encouragement I need to put every ounce of effort I can to bring him to the best climax ever. My fingertip slides in and out of his ass with each stroke, suck and thrust.

  “GOD…YES! You have to move, I’m gonna blow.” His warning is routine. I’ve never wanted the feel of his hot, thick cum shooting down my throat.

  Until now.

  I shake my head, deciding I want to take it all.

  He hesitates but can’t stop. With one more loud grunt he fills my mouth. I can’t swallow fast enough, some slipping out, down my chin dripping to my chest.

  He pulls me up, fingers drip off my chest and has me lick it clean. He licks the dribble that leaked out on the corner of my mouth, then kisses me deep, I never realized how hot the mixing of our tongues with his salty seed really is.

  I
need confirmation from him that he’s ok with my new-found love of tasting his cum.

  “This is twice tonight we’ve shared a kiss after having oral. You really don’t mind it?”

  “I love it. I’ve fantasized about this forever. You said you didn’t like it, so I never asked.”

  “You’re not wrong, I never wanted to, but now I want to experience so much more. I think we have a lot to talk about. You and I obviously have thoughts and fantasies we’ve never shared. Maybe that’s part of why we drifted apart in the bedroom.”

  “There are lots of reasons, but I agree that’s one of them. Really, we stopped talking to each other about everything.”

  "After the boys left, the house became too quiet. It made me recognize just how much we’re only going through the motions. I'm lonely and don’t know how to tell you what I’m feeling.”

  I stop talking hoping he understands what I’m saying.

  Brad takes a deep breath through his nose and nods. His silence urges me to continue baring my soul.

  “We did everything right, raised them to be independent strong men. Devoted all our time to them as good parents should. We forgot to plan for when they left the nest. Who are we now?”

  With a tug on my hand, I’m engulfed in the shield of his protective arms.

  “I feel it too. I figured working more would help make me forget the feeling of only being needed to make the college loan payment. I miss helping with homework, going to games, and playing catch. We spent over twenty years being parents. It hurts not hearing someone call me dad every day.”

  I didn't think about how the empty nest affected him too. I feel selfish for only thinking about my side of the story.

  His arms move up and down my back soothing away the tension I felt while admitting my fears. “We have a lot to do to get back what we lost. What do you want from tonight?”

  “I had this whole list prepared. My plan was to seduce you and make you see the woman you fell in love with. Make you see me as a woman, you know, not just mom to the kids.”

  With the cutest wink he teases me. “You’re such a list maker. I bet you have one for your fantasies too.”