Hearts Afire

by Jennifer Hartley

  Valerie uncorked the bottle of wine, a bold, full-bodied red from Italy. She offered him the first sip, but he insisted she taste it first. They didn’t have a glass, but at a picnic in the forest, they could break the rules and drink straight from the bottle. He watched her tip her head back and guide the bottle to her lips, her throat shifting up and down as she swallowed. Then she was offering it to him again; this time, he took a pull.

  They finished their sandwiches, fed each other cream pie, and went through half of the wine before their heads felt heavy, and the sun became too bright, burning through their eyelids even when shut. Together, they lay fully on the blanket, Justin smirking as Valerie sought for protection from the glare searing into her eyes by nuzzling his armpit like a kitten seeking. His smile became a robust chuckle as his arms wrapped around her waist, and he had her slide her leg between his. Soon, her body softened, sinking heavily into him, and his arms began to go numb. But he kept his hold on her, breathed in the scent of her vanilla shampoo, sunlight, the lush, earthy smell around them, and surrendered to the lull of sleep.

  He had no idea how long they slept, but when he woke up, daylight had receded into a soft, pale yellow glow, although the sky was still blue. He raised his arm to rub his eyes, and that was when he remembered the freckled bundle still gathered in his embrace, clinging to him. Her knee was right against his crotch, and now he knew why had awakened. So he rolled Valerie onto her back and began kissing her awake.

  She murmured, mumbled, whispered a lot, frowned, two deep lines forming between her thick, auburn eyebrows before her eyes opened, blinking up at him sleepily. Justin smiled at her and ducked down for another kiss, this time on her throat. She tugged gently at his hair as he briefly lipped her breasts through her blouse, rubbed his erection against her thigh. Then she was rolling him on his back, leaning over him, her eyes in full sparkle mode.

  “Yes,” he hissed as she ran her tongue around his jaw, kissed him on the throat before playfully nipping at his collarbone. She nuzzled his chest, moaning his name as her hands pulled at his t-shirt. Her kisses were the gentle flutter of butterfly wings, tingling yet potent. It was the easiest thing to just lay back and watch her long body move down and over his, to watch the sun bathe her auburn hair and render it platinum, and seem to light her from the inside because she was glowing and yes, truly beautiful.

  Kneeling between his legs, she rested her chin on the hard plane of his stomach, red-cheeked and bright-eyed. She nuzzled her nose against his shirt until it rose, revealing his belly button, his ribs, the golden mat of curls on his chest. His breathing was raspy; bursts of air pulled his shirt higher and higher until it was gathered at his neck.

  Rubbing her cheeks and nose against his chest, Valerie whispered, dreamily, “Husband, you smell so good.” Looking at him, she opened her mouth and circled her tongue around his flat nipple before sucking it. Justin grunted, breathing sharply, arching against her as she continued kissing him. She hummed, the vibrations causing him to tense even more. As she bit playfully at the bulge of muscles before she moved to his other nipple, she added, “Now I know why you like doing this to me.”

  Justin was hard in his pants, and her hips pressed against him was a new kind of hell. “What have you found out?” He gasped, pushing his fingers through her rough hair. She laughed and sucked loudly at his nipple. “Oh, hell, Valerie!”

  “You smell different here. Softer and stronger at the same time.” She said between kissing him around his breast, head bobbing up and down. “You also look like I’m torturing you, but you love it.”

  God above, he had to come up with new moves soon, or Valerie would soon be reading him like a book and out-maneuvering him. Valerie, as a seductress, drew all the breath from his lungs, and it would mean his death. That was for sure. He tried pulling her away from him, but she shook his fingers away, giggling, and continued to kiss her way down to his stomach. When she dipped her tongue in his navel, he grunted and clutched at her shoulders.

  “Stay still, husband,” she ordered him, reaching for his belt.

  Her command drew him tight. “What are you going - what are you doing?” Justin squeaked as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts with the deftest, most graceful, biggest hands. Valerie smirked at him, her eyes big and darkening with desire before he pulled his shorts and boxers down his legs in one smooth sweep.

  Then she rose on her knees, a nymph, a witch, a fairy - he didn’t know. But she didn’t seem real, what with the hunger radiating from her eyes and how she kept licking her full lips as she looked at his face before making a leisurely traverse down his stomach then his cock. Justin’s hands dug on the grass and earth under him as she gently wrapped a fist around him.

  “Not so hard,” he gasped when she squeezed too eagerly.

  “Your cock is so beautiful,” Valerie said, her eyes falling briefly to her lap before drifting to his face again, then back to the erection that was steadily growing in her hand. “It’s so smooth and the veins – ” Without warning, she lowered her head and licked the bulging veins at the underside. Justin howled, ripping some grass.

  It was just the beginning. Her sentence unfinished, Valerie proceeded to show what she thought of his cock. Her tongue was a wet, long swipe tracing the veins, measuring his length, circling the width. She gripped it and ran her tongue round and round his cockhead, reminding him of the way she licked her popsicle earlier. She started humming again, the sound indulgent and hungry yet also satisfied, as if she were partaking in a feast. Justin heard his heart pounding. He was light-headed at the insane speed of the blood racing his veins.

  “Valerie,” he found himself pleading as she pushed his cock a bit so she could take a deep sniff of his balls and suck them, lick them.

  “You smell so good here. Always like soap and you,” she said, sounding a little breathless herself before wrapping her lips around his cockhead and sucking.

  “Valerie!”

  She slowly began to tip forward as she carefully began to pull him deeper into the warm glove of her mouth. Justin’s green eyes widened, and he started pumping against her face.

  “God, Valerie!”

  But she didn’t stop, her mouth opening wider and wider to accommodate the broadening width of his cock because it was widest at the base. Justin closed his eyes as he bumped against the back of her throat.

  Valerie moaned.

  His shout was ragged, but he couldn’t hear himself - only the wet sounds of Valerie’s kisses, the violent beat of his heart, the hot rush of blood in his ears. His eyes opened and watched as Valerie’s head moved up and down, quickly, lips pursing and widening. He managed to let go of the grass he was clutching to grip her by the hair and thrust into her mouth. He felt something pop from inside her, and to his shock and delight, his cock was now deeper in her throat. He tightened his fingers around her hair and urged her to move at a rough, frantic pace that was bound to kill him.

  He shot his load right into her throat, and he heard her gag, felt her begin to pull away, but she resolutely kept bobbing her head up and down. As Justin panted, his fingers loosened from her hair, although Valerie was still actively sucking him, moaning and humming. She didn’t stop until he came with a shout - and a terrifying shout it must be because birds perched peacefully in the trees suddenly took flight in a panic, storming the sky.

  Feeling Justin going soft, Valerie started to pull away until she could sit back. Though Justin was still riding the pleasure highway, he was immensely satisfied at the thread of semen at the corner of her swollen mouth. He was disappointed when she wiped it off with the back of her hand, but she smiled at him, not the smug smile of a seductress but a heartbreakingly innocent smile of one who had taken pleasure at his pleasure. A tightness in his chest lingered, his heartbeat, though it had eased up, was still fast. He barely managed a smile.

  He grunted when Valerie suddenly crashed down next to him. She would have knocked him down if he wasn’t already. As she made herself comfort
able in the nook between his arm and chest, he kissed her on the forehead and asked, “What did you do that for? Not that I’m complaining, wife.”

  Blues flashed at him. “I wanted to, that’s all?”

  “You minx.” He chuckled, wrapping her in his arms and his legs. Her denim shorts were rough against his still-sensitive cock, but she felt too good to be let go. Now that he could breathe normally, he added, “Dinners with my father would be so much easier if you’re sucking my cock.”

  She pinched him on his side, making him yelp. He retaliated by smacking her bottom.

  “Or maybe I should be the one under the table, pleasuring you with my tongue.” He said. “I like dessert to come first.”

  He felt her body temperature rise. “Not happening, Aston.”

  “As in never?”

  “You're an idiot” She scolded him gently.

  “After what you just did, do you really expect me to make sense?”

  “Well, I guess that settles one thing,” she said breezily, returning her head to his chest. Justin rubbed his lips against her hair.

  “What?”

  “I’m driving.”

  “You almost killed me, wife. But I’m still breathing. I’m driving us back.”

  Valerie raised her head and winked. “You want me to try killing you again?” Her cheeks turned redder with every word.

  Before Justin could answer, she started sliding down his body again. When her warm breath bathed his cock just before her wonderful lips wrapped around it, he wondered if he was really that big of an idiot to fight something like this. So he lay back and surrendered to the devastation brought by her innocent, eager kisses, flinging her name to the sky until he was hoarse.

  Five

  Valerie didn’t always do as her husband asked, but this time, she followed his instructions on the fastest route back to Shady Grove. Once parked, they barely mustered a polite enough greeting for a butler that met them at the door before running to their bedroom.

  Their shorts hit the floor as soon as the door was shut, and Valerie groaned as Justin slammed her against it. Desire and lust clouded her brain, so she hardly felt the carvings digging in her back and bottom as Justin fucked her against it. She wasn’t very wet, he had to thrust several times before her sex opened enough, but the slight discomfort made her tighter and had him taking her like a crazed bull. She had one leg wrapped around him, but it was clearly not enough - he picked up her other leg, opening her, thrusting deeper into her, pinning her against the door. Justin allowed her to drop one leg to the floor just long enough to drag the garment off her legs. As it flew, he slammed her back to the door, ordered her to wrap her legs around him, and continued thrusting into her. She screamed as she came, nails digging in his shoulders.

  Justin, who had bitten on her shoulder as he found relief inside her, slowly raised his head. They were slick with sweat, and sweating still, and Valerie knew she was redder than her husband. Both of them still gasping for breath. They just looked at each other, looking until the haze of their release cleared. Valerie continued to rest her head against the door though her legs started to slip from Justin’s waist. She swallowed at the softness in his eyes before he took her lips in a kiss that was deep but gentle, almost hesitant, with none of the ferocity from earlier but just as hungry. Probably hungrier.

  “I love you,” he hissed against her lips. She clasped his head in her hands and kissed him back, nodding weakly. “You beast of a woman, I love you.”

  She lost herself in the slow fire his kisses were building. Time was measured by the increasing pace of their breaths, their lips against each other, the careful swipe of tongues. Then he was removing them from the door, although she continued to hold him, her arms around his shoulder and waist this time. Justin drew away a little then looked at something on her hair, a happy smile spreading across his face.

  “What?”

  In answer, he plucked a couple of blades of grass and twigs from her hair. “At what point did you end up on your back to get these? Memory tells me I was the one on my back.” She blushed as he continued freeing her hair from twigs. “I remember everything, wife,” he whispered hotly in her ear, making her shiver.

  “Shower?” She asked, removing some grass and twigs from his hair.

  He nodded and grasped her by hand.

  Their shower was quick, but Justin made sure to sneak in a caress or two, a kiss here and there. Ten minutes later, they were wrapped in thick toweled robes. Valerie glanced outside of the window and commented that Donald should bring their sons home soon. Justin assured her they were on their way home and steered her to bed.

  Minutes later, Justin was tracing the long seam of Valerie’s sex with long, lazy swipes of his tongue, making occasional dips past her pink folds and lower to the dark crevice between her buttocks. She cried out in surprise at the latter touch, her eyes huge and a wordless question formed by her quickening breath. He smiled at her and wetted a finger in her sex, twirling it until there was enough moisture to slide it lower, a little lower, to that place that surprised her again. “You like this, wife,” he whispered, thrusting into her sex and between the cheeks of her ass at the same time. Her agreement was in the sexy, harsh grunts that became harder, louder, with every pump of his fingers. Valerie gripped the sheets when Justin started sucking on her clit in tandem with his fingers still pounding her sex and another in her ass. She was chanting his name when she suddenly stiffened. He knew her body quite well and recognized that she was panicked rather than approaching orgasm. Frowning, he raised his head from between her thighs, his lips and chin slick with her honey. She was trying to sit up, her eyes big as saucers.

  Then he heard it: the storm of footsteps racing for their door followed by a rain of small fists. He quickly removed his hand. Valerie shot out of bed, naked and flushed, glorious in her panic as she pawed on the floor for the robe he had pushed off her shoulders before taking her. Justin laughed and groaned in frustration, tying the belt of his robe securely. “I am going to kill you, Aston,” she hissed, wrenching on her robe as a knock, firm and authoritative, came to their door.

  “Justin? Valerie?” It was Donald.

  “Oh god,” Valerie gasped.

  “You don’t have a boner,” Justin told her, grimacing but heading for the door. He wiped the sleeve of his robe across his mouth. Before opening the door, he glanced at his wife, red in the face, adorably mussed, bathrobe belted tight, collar raised to her jaw. His nostrils detected the faint scent of her arousal - she was still wet - and she looked as if he had just fucked her brains out. Smirking, he opened it, and Leo and Tyler barreled in.

  “Daddy!” They exclaimed, throwing their arms around his legs. He was about to hug them when they noticed their mother, shifting her weight awkwardly on one foot then the next. “Mommy!” And ran toward her.

  “My loves,” Valerie told them, her smile almost making her look pretty as she dropped to their knees and opened her arms. Leo was the first to reach her; his plump arms encircled her neck. Tyler followed soon after, his arms going around his brother and mother. Justin smiled at them before turning to face Donald, who was wheeling the pram into the room. Colin and Kenneth looked drowsy, but they beamed upon seeing their father.

  “You have very active sons,” Donald announced proudly as Valerie straightened up, taking Leo and Tyler by their hands. Justin bent to remove Kenneth from the pram first, then Colin.

  “Gram’pa taught us to catch fish!” Tyler reported loudly.

  “An’ we ‘ad lobster!” Leo added.

  “You know how to fish, Donald?” Valerie asked, genuinely curious. “I didn’t know that.”

  Justin wanted to laugh as Donald flushed. “Er, ah, Jarrod and Lester, actually. I just provided the boat.”

  “We have many fish!” Leo continued, steering Valerie to the door. “Come see, Mommy!”

  “Hold on, young man,” Donald said gently, but in a voice that made the boys’ head snap in his direction, Colin and Ken
neth included. “You’ve had a full day, and you were complaining in the car just a while ago that you want to go to bed. You can’t go to bed without a bath.”

  “Yeah, you’re going to smell like a fish!” Tyler teased his brother.

  “Your grandfather’s right.” Valerie agreed. “And you can tell me about all the fish you caught in the bath.”

  So off for a bath, the Astons went. Justin decided it was better to put all the children in the tub - it was wide and long, and when he and Valerie had enjoyed a dip there, there was still more than enough room. The children were delighted by it - “Like swimming!”- Leo declared as he splashed water toward Kenneth, who squealed and retaliated. Valerie had them close their eyes as she rinsed the shampoo. Truth be told, their children smelled quite funky, and they had to be scrubbed and soaped and shampooed thoroughly, so they were back to their natural, sweet-smelling selves.

  Then they dressed the children for bed. For the moment, they were all in the room that adjoined hers and Justin - it was only a little smaller, anyway. Valerie sat on a rocking chair and read them a story. Valerie sat on the floor with Colin on his lap, Kenneth leaning against Tyler, and Leo also leaning against his twin.

  Valerie’s voice was animated and switched between characters. Justin thought that rather than lulling their boys to sleep, it enticed them even more - hell, he was more than enticed. She continued reading, wonderfully unaware of the worshipful, enthralled looks the four children were giving her and the heated, desirous look radiating from the eyes of one man. She fumbled upon noticing this, blushing violently. When she finished, they tucked the children in bed.

  They had just returned to the bedroom when a servant knocked and reminded them that supper would be in half an hour. Justin thanked the man and closed the door, turning to Valerie with a predatory smile.

  Flushing, she glanced at her feet again and whispered, “Justin, no. We’ll wake the children.”