All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  All the Time

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  C hapter Three

  Chapter Four

  C hapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter S even

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  C hapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About The Author

  ALL THE TIME

  Cherie Denis

  EROTIC ROMANCE

  Secret Cravings Publishing

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  Copyright © 2013 Cherie Denis

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  A Secret Cravings Publishing Book

  Erotic Romance

  ALL THE TIME

  Copyright © 2011 by Cherie Denis

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-936653-08-9

  First E-book Publication: January 2011

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  Dedication

  This is dedicated to the one I love.

  Without you I am nothing.

  You own my heart.

  ALL THE TIME

  Cherie Denis

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter One

  “Dammit, woman,” Mike Sneider growled as he stepped sideways. “I mean it. Don’t touch my cock.” Twisting his hips in a sexy dance, he attempted to avoid her searching fingers. “Lainie…can’t you see I’m trying to shave, honey? I’m going to be late for work if you don’t leave me alone.”

  “But, baby…” Lainie, his gorgeous, young wife whined, brushing her full breasts against his back, her tight nipples scraping a sensuous path from right to left. She clasped his wiggling hips with small hands and tugged him hard against her body. “I only want to touch your penis a little bit…pleassse.”

  For the thousandth time since he’d married Lainie, Mike watched her in the mirror and wondered what he’d done to deserve such a beautiful wife. Tiny, taut and feminine, her tawny skin and velvet-black eyes spoke of her Latin heritage, as did her silken waterfall of dark hair. Like all the women in her family, she was barely five-foot tall, but those few feet were compacted into a delicious, sensual woman.

  If asked, Mike would be the first to admit he was a breast man and Lainie had beautiful, large, firm breasts which easily filled a double D cup, but seldom needed support. And, if their fullness wasn’t temptation enough, each mound was topped by delicate areolas of a dark rose and lighter rose shaded nipples she was always begging him to suck.

  Her ass was high, tight and muscular as a dancer's. Her heart shaped bottom tapered to slim thighs, firm calves and dainty ankles.

  Lainie had the body of a porn star.

  She was every man’s dream come true.

  She might be a dream come true, but she was hellacious in the bedroom. She was fuckin’ killing him. “No, you can’t touch my cock.” Mike growled with firm resolve as he danced away from her grasping fingers. His cock brushed against the cold granite counter top. Damn. The stone was as cold as an ice cube and certainly didn't increase the size of his cock.

  “I’ve got to get to work. Don’t tell me you want to make love again this morning, sweetheart. I'm only human. Three times in less than two hours have about done me in. There's nothing left to give you. You've drained me dry.”

  Mike rubbed his right hand over his chin. Shit, he looked like crap. Worse, he looked and felt every day of his thirty-five years. His beautiful wife was going to put him in an early grave.

  He could picture his grave stone now. "He died happy—screwed to death by a younger wife".

  She was only six years younger than him, but she was killing him.

  Death by sex. What a way to go.

  God, he was exhausted.

  "Oh, come on, baby. Admit it, you want me." Lainie stood watching him preparing to shave. "I'll bet you've got lots of spunk left in you, and I want it."

  "Honey," he shook his head. "You're fucking crazy. I'm beat." He patted on a heavy layer of shaving cream, picked up his favorite cheap brand of double-bladed razor and took a slow swipe down his cheek, over his jaw and down his neck. What a pain in the ass. He hated shaving and only did it because he hated a beard more. Beards itched and tickled and Lainie had declared more than once she hated them because they hurt her skin.

  Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Lainie staring at herself in the mirror.

  "You don't need makeup, baby. You're beautiful without it."

  She sighed. "I have a tiny wrinkle. Do you see it? It's by my left eye, Mike. Does it mean I am getting old?"

  He laughed and she smiled uncertainly.

  Oh, hell. She really was worried about getting one little wrinkle.

  "Take my word for it, Lainie. You're not getting old and you are absolutely gorgeous."

  Her smile grew. "Do you really think so, Mike?"

  He took another swipe down his face with the razor. "You know I do. You're the most beautiful woman I know."

  "Then why won't you make love to me?"

  "Honey, we've made love until my cock feels like it's going to fall off. I know you enjoy making love a lot, but the way you've been lately is pushing even my limits." He stared at her in the mirror. "I love you with all my heart, but it doesn't seem to be enough lately. What's the matter? It isn't me, is it?"

  She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, Mike. I feel afraid and I can't explain it. I am not happy and I don't know why. I love you madly and you love me. I have this ache inside I can't seem to get rid of. It's like I'm missing something."

  "So you can't put it into words?"

  "No," she dropped her head. "I wish I could, but I can't."

  "You're sure it isn't me?"

  "No, it's me." She lifted her head and there were tears in her eyes.

  Mike took one last swipe at his face and grabbed a hand towel to wipe the rest of the foam off his face. He put his arms around her and rocked her back and forth. "Ah, darlin', I wish I co
uld help you."

  She sniffed and sighed. "I know you do, Mike. You're the best husband in the world. It's as if my body and brain never seem to be satisfied."

  Lainie had recently become insatiable and he was worn out, but she seemed so sad. Maybe he could make it one more time this morning.

  “Mikeeee…” she snuggled closer to his naked body. “Please, baby. I need you…”

  Mike continued to hold her and her hands crept around his body holding him tighter and tighter. Soon she was trailing a finger down his spine over his buttocks and back up again.

  His muscles flexed under her searching fingers. Well, she'd just proved him wrong. His cock stirred and pulsed full. She wiggled against him and he groaned. He was dead meat. She had his complete attention. “Lainie,” Mike groaned. "Oh, God, baby, what you do to me is a sin."

  She slipped out of his arms and stood behind him, locking her arms around his waist. A throaty purr emanated from her body when she rubbed her nipples against his back. The tight peaks felt like little fingers poking him.

  Her humming rose in volume–a clear signal of her arousal.

  Damn. His cock grew larger and harder. His balls tightened against his groin.

  Lainie was a succubus sent to tempt and torment him to an early death.

  A blush of excitement spread across her full breasts and neck. With each brush of her body against his, her arousal became more obvious. Her hum made more sense now. It was one of her favorite Latin love songs.

  Mike, familiar with her methods of driving him crazy, knew what was coming next, but he made no move to stop her. He wanted her touch. He needed her touch.

  Lainie ran her finger down his taut buttocks and slipped a searching finger between his butt cheeks and tickled the few pale blond hairs sprinkled there.

  “Please…baby,” she whispered against his back.

  Damn, she was one wicked woman and she wasn’t averse to using everything at her disposal to tempt him. Mike couldn’t resist her when she worked her wiles on him. One of Lainie’s best weapons was her low, sensual voice. The deep growling purr sent tremors rolling through him and his cock pulsed and throbbed painfully.

  Mike knew they were going to be late for work and he should make her stop, but he couldn’t speak. No, all he could do was feel. And, God, it felt fantastic when she rubbed her nipples against him and teased his asshole.

  Shit. He wasn't going to hold out much longer

  She was driving him crazy.

  Lainie was devilishly sexy. It only took the brush of her nipples against him and his balls rolled, tightened and filled with hot sperm–ready to blow.

  Mike groaned. “For crissake, Lainie! If I let you touch my cock, will you please let me finish getting ready for work?”

  Lainie shrugged and grinned slyly. “I promise, baby.”

  For a moment Mike thought he was home free. Wrong. Lainie flicked her tongue along her full lower lip and his heart dipped into his belly.

  “You little devil,” he muttered. “You’ll promise anything, including tears, to get a chance to wrap your hands around my cock."

  Lainie’s grin grew wider. “So? What are you going to do about it, lover? I tell you all the time once is not enough. And, the more you deny me, the more I want to do it.”

  “Once hell. You've had every inch of me several times this morning."

  She stuck her lower lip out in a sexy pout.

  Mike sighed. "Okay, hurry up though it's getting later and later while you screw around.”

  “Umm? Screw? Sounds like fun to me.” She ran her hands over his butt and Mike tightened his ass cheeks, but she worked her forefinger down between them.

  “No." He wished she'd stop and yet, couldn't wait for the touch of her fingers probing his ass.

  She ignored his plea and her finger barely skimmed his anus. Mike's cock jerked so hard it hurt.

  Lainie kissed his spine and blew on the kisses. “Admit it, darling, you love it when I touch you there."

  There was no fucking way he could ignore Lainie when she was in her teasing mode. He was conscious of her every move and he continued to watch her in the mirror, hoping he could figure out what she was going to do next.

  He didn't plan to stop her. It was too late. He was helplessly enthralled by his adorable, sexy wife.

  Lainie cuddled her breasts against Mike’s side and stroked her right hand down his muscular chest, stopping to tease one taut male nipple until he squirmed and muttered for her to stop. Her right hand continued down his firm, flat belly with a light caress, stopping a moment to trace the edge of his belly button.

  “Oh, Mike,” she whispered in a reverent voice. “You're so beautiful. I love you.”

  “So you love me because I'm beautiful?" He checked his jaw to be sure his shave was close enough. It didn't really matter; he'd have to shave again before dinner. Blond as he was, his beard grew in fast and heavy. A small spot of glistening gold showed where he'd missed a place.

  Lainie rubbed against him like a lonesome cat. "No, I love you, because you're you. Stop teasing me."

  "Just checking. You could have changed your mind since the last time you said you loved me." Mike stroked his swollen, tender cock against her soft body before picking up his razor. No need for cream, it was only a little spot.

  Lainie’s hands were everywhere, and Mike was having a difficult time keeping focused on the spot he needed to shave. Her finger darted across his anus and he jumped, nicking his jaw. "Damn, now look what I've done." He picked her up and stood her a few feet out of his way. "You are the most tempting, naughty wife in the world. I can't get a thing done when you're tormenting me."

  She put her hands behind her back rocking back and forth, heel to toe. The way she was staring at him made him nervous and anxious. His cock grew stiffer. He ached to rub his swollen penis all over her body. Don’t think about it. But he had to. It didn't matter that his cock felt as though it had been sanded raw. He wanted her with all his being. She was the light and love of his life; a fantastic wife and lover; always hot, wet and receptive to his loving. She was always his. His Lainie. His love.

  The very air he breathed.

  She was him and he was her. They were one body, one soul, one life.

  Without her, he would be nothing. Lost. Alone. Dead.

  Mike tried to shake off the sad thoughts. Nothing was wrong in their marriage.

  Lainie was a young woman and she wanted him. What more could any man ask for? Nothing. So stop worrying.

  While he was worrying about their marriage and what he could do to make Lainie happy and not feel so empty, he dabbed toilet paper on the miniature cut. He'd forgotten to pay attention to Lainie. Bad move on his part, because suddenly a small warm hand was stroking his body.

  “I'm so sorry you hurt yourself, darling,” Lainie murmured. "But, you have to admit it feels good when I do this." Her fingers slid slowly through the tangle of golden curls surrounding his cock and balls.

  Mike moaned. "Honey, we've got to go to work." He was going to have to put a clock in the bathroom so he could keep her moving.

  "Not yet. We have lots of time." She tugged the curls nearest his cock then ran her thumb along his pubic bone. “Mmmm, hard. Just like your cock, Mike. Nice. I love the way you feel, hard and manly.”

  “I know baby, and I love the way you feel; soft in the right places and womanly." He leaned against her and inhaled. "You smell delicious, like cinnamon, spice and warm, aroused woman."

  "Glad you find me arousing, ‘cause you sure arouse me." Lainie teased his ass with one hand and tugged at the fur hiding his balls with the other.

  Time was forgotten.

  Touch my cock, damn it. Hurry.

  He leaned his hands on the counter to keep from grabbing her and pushing her against the wall. If he did he'd be buried deep in her cunt. He clutched the edge of the counter waiting. Waiting. When was she going to stroke his cock? How long would he have to wait before she took him in her mouth?


  Soon. Please. Soon.

  She’d begged and begged to touch him...when was she going to do it? God, he could hardly wait for her little fingers to close around his shaft. The wait was killing him.

  Ahhhh.

  Delicate fingers skimmed along the length of him, down to his knob and back up the full pulsing vein under his phallus. Mike groaned as his shaft throbbed and became fuller and hotter with each delicate touch.

  Put me in your hot, wet mouth.

  She didn’t.

  Instead, she licked her lips and stroked his manhood with a butterfly touch, measuring the length and breadth of him.

  Mike smothered a grin. He might be thirty-five, but he wasn’t dead yet.

  When had she made him her sex slave? If only there was some way to control her, but in all honesty, Mike didn't want to change her one iota.

  He loved her just the way she was. Perfect.

  He loved her tempting, teasing touch. Loved the way her hands felt on his cock. Loved the way she touched the vein in his cock. The way she looked up into his eyes with her large, deep velvet eyes full of longing.

  Forgotten was his fatigue. Forgotten was the fact he was bleeding from the nick on his chin. The only thing on Mike’s mind was the way Lainie’s hands felt on his body.

  His hips bucked when she stroked his balls.

  Fuck!

  He was going to come if she didn’t stop touching him.

  * * * *

  Lainie loved it when Mike’s eyes prowled over her body. She could tell he wasn't in any shape now to make her stop. Thank heavens. She didn't want to stop. She was having so much fun. She thrilled at the throb and pulse of him under her ministrations. God, he was gorgeous–fabulous to look at and built for sex. He was everything a woman would desire in a husband. He was all man; perfectly formed and totally marvelous in and out of bed. He was loving, kind and thoughtful, never forgetting a birthday or anniversary.