by Ames, Dara
“Impatient, huh?” He laughed, his voice husky as he allowed the material to travel through the sensitive bend where her inner thigh met her center. “Guess it’s time to amp things up a bit.”
“Please,” Emma growled.
She felt Jake move and lean, as if reaching for something else to use to torture her. Still encased in the darkness of the blindfold, she heard a clinking sound, but could not decipher the source.
“Here goes,” he said.
A freezing cold sensation hit her nipple, momentarily stunning her silent, but as the cold began to spread she felt the moan well in her throat. The cold moved to her other nipple, causing her to squirm and buck beneath his hands. Her mind splintered, one half wondering what in the world the cold thing was and the other simply wanting to bask in the feeling.
The feeling of dripping water sliding down her breasts and sides snapped her back into the moment, as she realized he’d used ice on her nipples.
“Ohmigosh, Jake,” she breathed.
He swirled the ice around each nipple once more, then withdrew. Emma was not sure whether to be glad or weep for the loss.
She didn’t have to think about it long, because before she could even wonder what was next, his hot mouth closed over her nipple, pulling with deep sucks, and ridding her of the cold sensation completely.
“So hard,” Jake said, his mouth still around her distended peak. “I love them like this.”
She couldn’t hold still any longer. Removing her hands from the headboard, she threaded her fingers through his hair, afraid if she didn’t he would stop.
He moved to her other breast, banishing the frigidness the ice had left with searing sweeps of his tongue. His hand found her other nipple, pinching and tugging, keeping it pebble-hard.
“I feel it between my legs, Jake,” Emma said, her voice ragged, totally unable to keep words of desire from tumbling from her mouth. “Every time you suck, I feel it in my clit.”
“Time to pay a little attention to it then,” he whispered, sitting up and reaching toward the nightstand again. “Wouldn’t want it getting jealous.”
He grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down her legs, removing them before she even had the chance to think about getting totally naked.
She heard the ice clinking against the glass again, and could only imagine what he must have in mind. The bed dipped near her knees, and she felt him nudge her legs further apart. From somewhere, she heard a crunching sound, but barely had time to register the noise before she felt his mouth close over her clit, simultaneously hot and cold.
The scream that left Emma’s throat sounded inhuman, even to her ears, but as her hips shot up off the bed, she could not control one molecule of her body.
In the back of her mind, she realized what he’d done, and that the crunching sound was the ice in his mouth just before he latched on to her sex.
Chapter 4
Jake’s hands pressed her thighs back to the mattress as his tongue swirled through the folds of her sex. In a matter of seconds, her body melted the ice, leaving the cool liquid mixing with the heat of her arousal. Her reaction to the ice had been better than he’d fantasized, her wailing and springing up off the bed had pushed his libido into overdrive and created a near painful throbbing in his cock.
The sweet smell of the roses combined with Emma’s musky scent, a blend that drove him mad.
Emma’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he gave half a thought to backing off and drawing things out even more. But something in him was driving him to send her flying so he could bury himself in her wet heat as quickly as possible.
He curled one arm across her abdomen, holding her lower body in place while his tongue continued its insistent circling of her clit. With the other arm, he reached up to pinch her nipple, pulling the stiff nub into a rigid peak. Beneath him she squirmed, hips thrusting upward, increasing the friction between her sex and his mouth.
“Jake,” she panted, his name a breathy sigh. “I love this. I love you.”
“Mmmmmm,” he groaned in answer, the sound vibrating against her.
“Make me come, Jake,” she pleaded. “Please.”
The please did it. In one simultaneous action, he pinched her nipple with force, while at the same time sucking her distended clit into his mouth, flattening his tongue against it to create maximum pressure.
And she detonated, hips bucking wildly, fingers tangling in his hair, all but smashing his face into her sex as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
He could’ve sworn he felt each of her spasms in his own erection, his hard-on now demanding attention.
He slowed the swipes of his tongue as her orgasm ebbed, matching his movements to the tiny thrusts still rippling through her body. When she finally stilled, he stood up from the bed and yanked his T-shirt over his head. Turning, he kicked his shoes in the direction of the dresser and went to work on the fly of his pants.
Naked, he swiveled back to the bed, intent on levering himself on top of his still-splayed out wife, only to find her kneeling blindfolded on the edge of the mattress.
She reached for him, her blind movements choppy and awkward, but still the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
When her hand caught his hip, she tugged, bringing him toward her until he stood close enough to the bed for her to wrap her arms around his torso. She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his abdomen, just above his belly-button, and he nearly lost it right then and there. She dipped her head lower, and Jake knew exactly where she was headed.
His blindfolded wife, who was probably still spent from her own body-wracking orgasm, was about to go down on him.
Nothing pleased him more than knowing she took pleasure in his body.
God, he loved this woman.
His erection bobbed, stretching out toward her, desperate to feel those hot lips surrounding it. Working her way down, she bit him lightly on his hip, sending shocks of arousal straight to his already engorged cock.
Without further pretense, she grabbed his hard-on at the base with one hand, and grabbed his backside with the other, and pulled the head of his penis into her silky smooth mouth.
Jake closed his eyes, half wishing he was the one with the blindfold so he could zero in on the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. But then he looked down at her long, brown hair thrown over one shoulder, her slim neck extended as she moved her lips up and down his shaft, and decided that watching her suck him had to be the most erotic thing on the planet.
“God, Em,” he managed on a strangled moan. “Your mouth is so damn hot.”
Her answer was a throaty groan, after which she took him in deeper, her lips meeting the fingers that circled him. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside as she slid her lips back up. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue, creating wicked circles of fire around the tip of his erection.
He grasped her hair, twirling the beautiful brown lengths around his hand, and showed her with his movements the pace he needed. She didn’t resist, only relaxed her neck and let him angle her just where he wanted, never letting up on the suction of her mouth and the twirling of her tongue.
He stroked into her mouth with long, slow thrusts, followed by shorter, quicker jabs, keeping himself just shy of orgasm. Her enthusiasm and the tight hold her mouth kept on him were so freaking hot he almost let himself come in her mouth.
Almost.
But no. After two nights away from the love of his life, he wanted his cock so deep inside her that their flesh would meld together into one mass of quivering need.
He eased out, steadying her head with his hand as he slipped his erection free of the heat or her mouth.
“Lay back, Em,” he said.
She did, and he crawled up her body, stalking like a starving predator. Her legs fell open without prompting, welcoming him into the cradle of her body until his cock nestled against her hot, moist sex. They’d danced this dance so many times before that the logi
stics of it came so naturally, and yet, each time there was something new and exciting, something fresh and ferocious, because the love he felt for his wife just kept growing.
Framing her face with his hands, he pulled a stray rose petal from her hair, dragging in lightly across her lips. Then he hooked his thumbs under the sides of the blindfold and slid it up, slow and sensual.
“I want your eyes on me when I sink inside you,” Jake growled.
Emma blinked up at him, and a sweet smile spread across her face.
Swamped with love, Jake thrust forward.
Home.
Chapter 5
Yes! That was the only coherent thought running through Emma’s mind as Jake sank inside her.
This was exactly what she’d needed.
This. This intimacy. This completeness. Nothing else could ever come close to the emotion that coursed through her when she and her husband made love. Others might tout the temporary thrills of casual sex, but Emma needed nothing more than the man above her right now. The man who loved her above all else. The man whose very existence gave purpose to her own.
She’d never believed that two people could connect this way, could compliment each other so perfectly, until she’d met Jake. And each time they came together this way her love for him expanded even more.
Eyes locked on his, she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him deeper, lifting to meet each of his thrusts.
Braced on his arms, Jake picked up the pace, plunging harder with each stroke. The crisp hair on his chest abraded her sensitive nipples, the scratchy sensation zinging shocks straight to her core.
His eyes never left hers, the depths of his irises churning with a potent mix of desire and love.
He ground his pelvis against hers with each downward motion, creating delicious pressure against her clit. Each thrust was accompanied by a sexy grunt from low in his throat, the kind of sound he made when logic had fled and craving had taken over.
Anxious to help him find release, Emma reached up with one hand and circled his tiny nipple with her thumb, pleased and fulfilled when she felt it pebble underneath. Pinching lightly, she noticed his thrusts become harder, quicker, and knew he was nearing his breaking point.
“Yes, Jake,” she breathed, continuing her assault on his nipple. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
He growled, the sound one of a wild beast claiming his mate, and she felt his cock grow impossibly harder inside her.
Levering himself up, he slammed into her in one long, hard plunge.
“You,” he said, pounding home again. “First.”
And on the next stroke he reached between him and pressed his thumb on her clit, the continuous pressure multiplied when he thrust in hard again.
She felt the climax begin to swirl in the pit of her stomach, that blissful wave that would soon rush across her whole body. To ensure that Jake was with her, she leaned up to lick his nipple, circling the hard nub with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth.
Jake rotated his thumb, and her clit burned with the pleasure his touch created. His movements became even more erratic, more forceful, as he barreled his way toward his own release.
When he ground against her once more, his thumb firm against her distended clit, her orgasm broke, washing over her with a kind of intensity her earlier climax only hinted at.
Her channel seized around his cock, over and over again, with vise-like strength, his hard length inside her making each spasm more intense.
Just as her climax crested and she began her descent back to reality, she felt his body go rigid, heard his grunts become more guttural, and felt him pulse violently within her.
Jake’s orgasm drew out the aftershocks of her own pleasure, as he pumped along with the final throbbing beats of his climax.
“Em,” he panted, breath still coming in short gasps. “That was… God, I love you.”
Sliding her arms around her husband, Emma smiled and thought of the little secret she’d yet to share with him.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 6
Spent in the best possible way, Jake collapsed on top of Emma, doing his best to keep his weight off her small frame. Sex with his wife never ceased to amaze him, and after four years of marriage, that showed no signs of changing. If anything, their intimate life got sexier and more interesting the longer they were together.
Slick with sweat, he noticed rose petals sticking to their skin and chuckled, plucking one from Emma’s shoulder.
“I like your idea of wild romanticism,” he said, brushing a soft kiss on her lips.
“And I like your idea of blind surprises,” she answered.
“I’m a little bummed that we’re out of fantasies to draw out of the bowls,” he sighed. He would miss the anticipation of wondering what adventures awaited him when he returned home.
“I’m sure we can come up with a few more to fill the bowls back up.” Emma winked, a wicked little smile tilting the corners of her mouth. “In fact, there’s a new one in yours already.”
Puzzled, Jake twisted his head in the direction of their dresser. He grinned when he saw the paper in his bowl. His wife was a sneaky woman.
“And just how did that get in there?”
Emma shrugged, eyes wide with an expression of feigned innocence. “I guess you better go check it out.”
Laughing, Jake slid his cock from her body, already missing the warmth of her intimate embrace. He walked to the dresser and picked the paper out of the bowl, and returned to the bed to find Emma sitting up, picking rose petals off her skin.
“Had one more fantasy, did you?” he teased, holding the paper between them, unopened.
“More like a wish,” she said. “Read it.”
Unfolding the paper, Jake ran through the many possibilities, enjoying imagining what fantasy Emma might’ve snuck into the bowl.
But then he read the words.
And was stunned speechless.
You’re going to be a father.
Joy and excitement and terror and wonder blasted through his system at the realization of what she’d written.
They were having a baby.
Even in his shell-shocked state, he knew his reaction and his next words were perhaps the most important of his life.
“We’re having a baby?” He phrased it as a question, but the tone of voice sounded more like an exclamation. So he said it again, with a bit more emphasis. “We’re having a baby!”
He lunged at her, gathering her in his arms and pressing kisses all over her face, praying his actions might express a fraction of the happiness filling his soul.
“I take it you’re happy,” Emma said, laughing as his mouth found hers.
“Ecstatic.” And it was the truth. He’d never felt anything close to the elation he felt at this moment. “Our love made a whole new person.”
Emma smiled, and threw her arms around his neck. Hugging him tight, she said, “It’s the most perfect expression of our love.”
“I agree,” he said, pulling back to look in her eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers, and added. “Perfect.”
If you enjoyed Curbside, be sure to look for Poolside and Bedside, now available, and continue following Jake and Emma on their adventures.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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