by Camryn Eyde
“Morning, Fran,” I said, smiling at her over a cup of coffee.
“Morning.” Fran grinned in that wry, knowing way that made me blush. Yes, Isobel had a way of making me let go of my inhibitions to act out scenarios that mutually benefited us, but having Fran and her chauffeur husband, Marcus, be witness to that was downright embarrassing.
I cleared my throat and went back to looking at my tablet currently displaying today’s news as she stocked our fridge.
“How was Phoenix?”
I groaned. Sent there on Tuesday to follow a political scandal, the entire three-day trip was a large waste of time. “The weather was lovely.”
Fran chuckled and got on with her tasks, leaving me in peace.
“Morning, Fran,” Isobel said, joining me at the breakfast bar and bringing with her a cloud of scented air from her shower. Leaning back, I collected a kiss from her lips as she wrapped her arms around from behind me.
“Good morning, dear,” Fran said. “I’ve brought up your lunch favorites and Marcus added an apple pie he baked yesterday.”
Isobel and I moaned in appreciation. Marcus was an incredible baker.
“When is Melanie arriving?” Fran asked us as she collected the breakfast dishes and put them in the empty basket.
“Late this afternoon, I believe.”
Fran groaned and mumbled something about twin-proofing the house before Melanie arrived, and left us in peace.
I looked at the clock on my tablet. We had four or five hours of alone time left. I looked up at Isobel and smiled. After pouring a coffee, she stilled when she noticed my grin.
“What?”
“My wife built me a private pier I’ve yet to be introduced to.”
“That’s right. She did,” Isobel said with a smile.
“I might have to thank her.”
Isobel’s eyes rose. “Oh?”
I looked outside at the clear sky left behind from last night’s storm. “We could go for a swim.”
Isobel quickly shook her head. “The water will be just above freezing from the snow melt.”
“I could warm you up.”
“You could also catch hypothermia.”
“Spoil sport.”
Isobel put down her cup and shook her head at me with a smile playing on her face. Walking around the breakfast island to once again wrap me in her arms, she kissed me chastely. “I am not swimming in frigid water, however, I could be convinced to lay on the new deck and sun bathe.”
I bit my lip in thought. Lounges set out on the deck provided Isobel with a perfect canvas for her bikini-clad body, and the thought of seeing her laying back barely covered made me lick my lips.
Isobel grinned and pecked my cheek. “I’ll go get ready then.”
“When did you have this built?” I asked, smiling as I walked along the extension of the old deck that now went straight out over the water and almost to the middle of the lake.
“Remember when you were in LA last month?” I nodded to Isobel. “I had Marcus coordinate a builder to put it in then.”
“Sneaky.”
“But you love it.”
“I do.” I’d been suggesting we add a short pier to the deck for years. She knew I didn’t come up here when she was away, just like she didn’t when I was gone. Knowing Isobel had done this for me made my heart smile.
“Come. Let’s sun bathe,” she said, running a hand down my exposed back as she turned back to the sunbeds.
I followed her to the chairs and admired the way her bronzed skin winked at me from around the strip of white fabric she wore over her bottom. Quickening my pace, I halted her progress and wrapped her tight against me with one arm. The other slid down over her narrow hips and took a generous handful of backside in its grasp. I squeezed. “You look stunning.”
Isobel leaned back into my touch and sighed. Her skin was warm as it pressed against my bikini-clad body and the sensation was incredible. My hand let go of her backside and slipped over her hip where I began to run my fingers under the elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms. Pressing my lips against the nape of her neck that she had exposed by tying her hair back in a messy bun, I skimmed my finger in the neat curls at her apex. “So magnificent.”
Isobel hummed deep and low. “Not as magnificent as you, darling.”
“Shh.”
I nuzzled her neck with my nose and hit the strap keeping her bikini top aloft. Biting the bow, I tugged the knot free and cupped a generous breast with my free hand. Reluctant to move my other hand from her bikini bottoms, I needed the knot at her back untangled also. So with a quick movement, I soon had her topless and leaning heavily back against me as I fondled her chest.
With a nipple rolling between forefinger and thumb, I pulled her hair free from her bun and returned a hand to her bikini bottoms. Pushing beneath the white fabric, I cupped her and pressed my middle finger against her clit causing her to let out a satisfied moan. I rolled the pebbled skin at breast and clit until I had her panting and thrusting her hips against my hand as she searched for more contact.
I eyed the cushioned, wicker sunbed covered with a fluffy cream towel and smiled. Walking her trembling form to the bed, I quickly snatched a towel off the adjacent bed and threw it at our feet. I bent down and pulled her bikini bottoms away and felt my heart palpate at the view I was offered. “On your knees,” I whispered into her ear as I stood, watching her fall to her knees for me.
Pulling off my own bikini bottoms, I followed her to the ground, kneeling behind her with one of her legs between mine so I was slightly off-center. Leaning over her and enjoying the skin-on-skin contact, I grasped handfuls of her breasts. Isobel arched her back into me to offer a healthier portion that had the added benefit of her right buttocks cheek pressing against my pelvis. I spread my legs a little wider so her plump flesh would press deeper within my pelvic region, and moaned. The friction was slight, but considering how turned on I was, it was more than I needed. I began to rock against her.
I let my right hand fall away from her breast and skimmed it over her movie-perfect abdomen. The amount of work Isobel put into her appearance paid off. She was lean, with curves that sang seductively to me.
“Cassie,” she said on a breath, coaxing me to stop teasing. She was slowly rocking against my own rolling rhythm.
Letting my hand brush the top of her apex, I slid my middle finger down the length of her and felt the moisture pooling at the heart of her sex. Gathering some on the tip of my finger, I rolled it softly over her clit. The lubrication had my finger slipping from side to side and Isobel jerking with each pass.
“Enough,” she said, gasping.
I nodded to myself and pressed her torso down onto the cushioned sunbed. With her hips high in the air, her backside proudly pointing at the sun, and her hair cascading around her shoulders, she looked submissive and wanton. It was exactly how I wanted her. Leaning over her slightly, she spread her legs for me as I dipped my hand deep into her womanhood from behind and into the warm, waiting muscles within. She moaned and accepted my fingers with a roll of her hips. She may look submissive, but I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
I pumped my two fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, and her hips tilted in an effort to draw my fingers in deeper with each thrust. Liquid poured from within her and her muscles tried to clench.
“Cassie, please…more.”
I swallowed heavily wanting exactly the same thing. Using my free hand, I exposed my own clit by spreading my lips and pushed the engorged flesh against her backside. Groaning with the direct pressure, I began to rub against her as I inserted a third finger into her. Pumping and using my free hand to brush her clit, my beautiful wife moaned, rocked, gasped and muttered nonsense words of encouragement for an orgasm.
I felt my own build as slickness coated her backside where I was rubbing. Pressing harder and rocking faster, I let my own orgasm hit me first and I collapsed against her, stilling every one of my movements.
“
Cassie,” she said on a long, needy groan as I shuddered against her. “Please. Please.”
I pulled my fingers away from her, and before she could protest, I said, “On your back. Now.”
She wasted no time climbing onto the sunbed to spread her legs for me. Without hesitation, I dove in tongue first.
“Oh, Cassie!” she screamed into the mountain air as her hands pulled my head tight against her. “Yes, baby. Yes. Harder.”
My tongue lapped at her as though I had a thirst I hadn’t satisfied my entire life. As she began to shiver and as come dripped from within her, I thrust three fingers back in and sucked long and hard on her clit. She screamed once again as her entire body tightened before bucking madly and making the sunbed scrape across the deck with her movements.
I remained where I was as she came down from her high, and when I felt her body become boneless, I pulled my fingers away, cleaning them with my mouth. I looked up to find her smiling down at me with eyes soft and loving.
“Hi,” I whispered.
Her smile broadened. “Hi. Come here.”
Smiling back, I climbed onto the sunbed and lay down curled against her side, kissing the flesh at her shoulder. Sighing with contentment, Isobel closed her eyes and relaxed against me.
“Wake me in half an hour. I want to do that again.”
I smiled against her skin.
“Only next time, I’m on top,” she added, opening an eyelid to peer at me.
I saw the grin on her face and chuckled. “Deal.”
“Rest up, my little actress,” she whispered as she dozed off. Her hand caressed the one I had wrapped around her and I pulled her a little closer.
“You too, my celebrity pass.”
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