by Frankie Love
And what would I like my husband to do?
“Do you like it?” he asks after he downs a few oysters of his own.
“I do. It’s surprisingly ... sweet?”
He nods. “Those are the Penn Cove ones.”
I smile, picking up my cocktail. I need to finish it so I can relax ... because right now I am jittery and nervous. I want this. So badly. I want to give him my virginity mostly because it all seems a little too good to be true. This perfectly timed conversation.
“So, have you always wanted to be a wife and mother?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip and shrug. “Not always. When I was little, I wanted to be a gardener.”
“Still pretty domestic,” he points out.
“True. But I’m a homebody. I went to school for a few years but it wasn’t my thing. So after I got an AA, I finished. No reason to live the life you don’t want. Not that I’m exactly living the life I want at the moment, but at least I know where I want to end up.”
His eyes sparkle. “Most people spend a lot longer than that fighting expectations. It’s impressive you figured out what you wanted so early.”
“What about you? Are you living the life you dreamed of?” I ask.
He frowns, and when he does, a primal desire to soothe his worry away takes over and I find myself running my hands through his hair, unable to restrain myself.
“In some ways,” he admits, his face softening at my touch. “I went to school for a long time, actually. Years.” He sighs. “I love what I do, but the hours are shit. Eventually, I want to leave the city and work nine-to-five. Have a family to come home to, you know. A wife waiting for me?” He runs a finger up my arm, past my shoulder, my neck, ending at the tip of my chin. He lifts it and I look at him, every hair on my body standing on end.
“Sounds like you and I want the same thing.”
He grins, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I want a hell of a lot more than that.” His voice is low, his need clear. He wants me in ways I have never explored. In ways I want him to discover. I moan softly, his touch calling me out from under the shell in which I’ve always lived.
“You seemed calm a few minutes ago, but now you seem full of … want,” he teases, whispering in my ear. Pulling away he adds, “You okay?
I nod. “Honestly, I’m just a little excited about this little game of ours,” I admit, wishing I had on matching bra and panties.
He grins. “Oh, baby, there is nothing little about this game.”
My eyes move toward his lap without even meaning too. And I see the outline of a big cock through his jeans. Oh God, if I was wet before it is nothing compared to this.
“Wifey,” he says, the word on his lip being the one I’ve always dreamt of hearing. He smirks, as if ready to play into my fantasy. “I think it’s been a long week for both of us. You’ve done so much for the kids, so much for me, I think you need to have another drink and let me take care of you.” He smiles, and so do I. This is the sexiest conversation of my life. “The sitter’s at home, and I got us a room at the Four Seasons.”
I raise my eyebrows, loving that he is playing along. “You’re the best daddy ever,” I tell him. “You shouldn’t have gotten us that room though, you’re spoiling me rotten.”
He orders us another round, and then turns to me, his hand on my leg, under the hem of my dress. “Wifey, our little one is finally sleeping through the night, and you deserve a little R&R.”
I cover my mouth, concealing a laugh. “Well, you deserve this night off too. Baby Addie has been demanding so much of my attention that I haven’t been able to take care of my man like he deserves.” I rest my hand on his shoulders, turning my body towards him.
He smiles as if our little role-playing is his fantasy too. “It’s been a long time since our anniversary trip in Tahiti.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur. “And you’ve been doing so much yard work, getting so hot and sweaty every weekend to build our little Jonathan his tree house.”
We both crack up on that one, but Daddy composes himself, nodding, and adding, “It’s time we both remember what it was like the night we first met. It was a warm June night, dark outside just like this...”
His hand runs higher up my thigh. I’m facing the bar, no one can see as his hand moves up my leg, the fabric of my dress falling over his arm. I shift in my seat, giving him more access to me.
I nod, the sun has set and the rooftop bar is now darker than when I first arrived. “And the drinks were strong...” His fingers graze higher on my skin, and I cross my ankles, arching my back, my ass. My pussy is his if he wants it. “And when you touched me the first time, it was like my body knew what it wanted.”
His fingers find my damp panties. When they run over my mound, my eyelids flutter closed. I exhale slowly, never have been caressed by a man before. Only dreaming of it, imagining fingers that knew what they were doing pushing aside my panties, and touching my wet pussy.
“Oh, wifey,” he says, pulling me toward him by the base of my neck, whispering in my ear. “You’re so wet. You need your daddy, don’t you?”
I nod, breathlessly. My chest heaves, and I imagine him taking off all my clothes, and parting my knees and filling me with the cock I can trace with my finger. “I need you so badly. I just hope you like what you see.”
His eyes graze over me and I feel my nipples harden as he takes me in. “I love you, Wife. Everything about you.”
My face must be bright red, and I know these words are pretend, but they make me horny and hot. “I love you too, Husband.”
“Then I think it’s time we go to the hotel and make love.” He brings his hand out from under my skirt, presses his finger to his mouth. “Damn, you’re fucking sweet, you know that?”
I smile unabashedly. “And I need you to make me filthy.”
He groans in pleasure, bites his bottom lip, and leaves a hundred dollar bill on the bar.
Then he takes my hand, grabs my ass, and leads me to home sweet home.
Chapter 3
Liam
I take her hand and guide her away from the bar, and let me tell you, all I really want to be doing is pulling up her skirt, with her back against the wall.
She stops at the restroom and I call the Four Seasons, wanting to get us a penthouse suite. What the fuck am I working so hard for at the hospital if I don’t splurge every once and a while on a fucking fantasy? Damn, she is adorable, and I know we were flirting with our conversation about our children and busy life––but deep down, I know that is what she really craves.
And the crazy thing is, I crave it too. Especially with a woman like her.
She’s so damn sweet and good, so innocent and adoring. I want to make her happy tonight in a way I’ve never made another woman feel. Because while I don’t know what her real life is like, I can tell by the way she sat down at the bar, looking overwhelmed at the menu, that she just needs a man to take control and show her the way.
I make the reservation, put the phone back in my pocket, and smile as she walks toward me, out of the restroom.
“You ready, wife?” I ask.
“No more Lolita?” she asks as I set my hand on the small of the back and lead her to the Uber waiting for us.
“Right now you’re my woman, and I’ll call you anything you like.”
I pull her toward me, not caring that the car is waiting for us. I won’t make my baby wait tonight. I tilt back her chin, run my thumb over her full lips, and kiss her the way she deserves.
Her lips part and I pull her toward me, her body light and willing. Our tongues find one another, and she moans without reservation. As if this is the best kiss of her whole life.
And I understand. Because I’ve never had a kiss that tasted so sweet, so perfect. So damn right.
When I pull away and look in her eyes, they are pools of water I’m prepared to drown in.
“Oh, Daddy,” she whimpers as I take her hand and pull her to the car. She’s so primed for tonight I could fuck her right here on
the sidewalk, that’s how hot she is. How ready.
In the car, I pull her to my lap, wanting her to feel how hard I am for her. “You like that?”
She nods solemnly. “I like it very much.”
“Good, because when we get to the hotel room I need you ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready, husband. Remember how hard our week’s have been? How much we deserve this?” she asks, an eyebrow raised.
“I remember,” I say as we pull up to the hotel. We step out of the car, tell the bellhop we don’t have any bags, and after checking in at the front desk we’re in the elevator headed to the penthouse.
“This is like a dream,” she whispers as we stop at the very top floor. “This is so far from my real life ... you don’t even know.”
“No, this is what you asked for. A night out with your husband.” I open the door and let her inside.
“It’s gorgeous,” she says, setting down her purse on a couch. Her eyes are full of wonder, taking in every detail of the suite. The massive flower arrangement, the skyline of Seattle––the Space needle in the distance, and the piece de resistance: the California King sized bed.
A bed made for a queen.
My one-night-wife.
My Lolita.
“Come here, baby,” I say, reaching for her.
She turns to me, flashing me a beautiful smile, a smile full of innocence and desire. I can’t believe I found a virgin who wanted to play house.
“We have to take this slow, I’ve never – –” She stops mid-sentence, flustered as if she’s embarrassed.
I press a finger to her lips, shaking my head. “Not true, wifey, remember? Today you’re playing the part of my bride. We are having a romantic night out on the town far from our suburban home and two adoring children. The sitter has the kids, which means you and I have all night to ourselves. And baby, this is not your first time. Remember our honeymoon?” I raise my eyebrows, drawing her back to me, refusing to let fear have any place with her tonight.
She wants this, she needs this. I will help make her fantasy come true.
I lower my finger, and a smile spreads across her face, she looks like everything good about this world. How is that possible with someone I don’t even know?
It doesn’t matter. I know enough. After all the years in the ER, I know a thing or two about people. Most people are too damn scared to have taken any risks. Taken any chances. And most the time people are only concerned about themselves.
But this woman? She clearly isn’t. She told me her deepest fantasies is to take care of other people.
That’s the kind of woman I can get behind. And get on top of.
I intend on doing that right now.
“I’m going to take off all your clothes, then I’m going to run my hands across your bare skin. I’m going to leave kisses from your head to your toes, and then I’m gonna spread your legs, and I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.”
She closes her eyes, letting her head fall, absorbing my words. Literally, letting them wash over her.
It’s a beautiful thing to witness, and my cock is having a hell of a good time watching.
I lift the hem of her tank, her hands reaching toward the ceiling. I pull it off, over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
And like a present, her two perfectly formed breasts are waiting for me.
They are perky and precious. Not the massive jugs of porn star –– no. She looks like a fawn, young and unblemished. White as snow.
“Are they...” She looks down at her chest. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, tossing it to the floor.
“They are perfect,” I tell her cupping her cheek with one hand and her breasts with the other. I lower my face, kissing her round, brown nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. She sucks in her breath, her belly button pulling in, and I run my hand over her stomach, past the waistband of her skirt.
Then reaching behind, I pull her ass toward me, wanting her belly to feel my cock hard against her. Wanting to prepare her for what I’m going to do next.
I unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and I see her panties, the ones I touched earlier when I pressed my fingers against her warm mound at the bar. I press my hand back there again, feeling how damp and wet they are. Her pussy knows what it wants. Just like my cock does.
“Am I ... is this...?” She shakes her head, her cheeks turning red.
“Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You are perfect just the way you are.” It’s near impossible to believe this beautiful girl has never had a man take care of her before. It’s unfathomable because ever since I laid eyes on her all I want to do, all I need to do is be her protector. Her lover. Her everything.
I pull off my shirt, thinking she’ll be too hesitant to take that lead. I don’t mind, I’ll show her where she needs to go. I drop my pants, step out of my shoes, and she steps out of her sandals.
And then the both of us are in nothing but our underwear, facing one another. I feel her eyes graze over my body, I know she likes what she sees because she gasps at the sight of me.
“You’re like a model,” she says with a smile. “Like, you are insane.”
“I’m your husband, what’s mine is yours.” I take her hand and run it up my ladder of muscles. I know she likes what she feels because she moves closer towards me until there is no space between us at all.
I grab her round little ass and pick her up off the floor, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, and her perfect little tits press against my chest.
“I can’t wait to feel you in me,” she whispers. Her voice is small but her words are clear. My wife is ready for this as ready as I.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. After all, she’s been working hard all week, and it’s time she relaxed.
With her head against the pillows and her long blonde hair splayed out around her, I kneel on the bed before her, reaching for her panties and pulling them off. When I do, she giggles. It’s an effortless, unrestricted giggle. A giggle that says she’s really excited. A giggle that says she is mine.
She’s nothing like the jaded, bitter women in the city. Wearing power suits and scowls. She’s completely different. She is warm and open and full of life. She possesses an energy that you can only get when you’re on the cusp of finding your forever.
“Oh baby, let me lick that perfect pussy.” I push her legs apart, her knees falling to the bedspread. She arches her back and draws in a breath, as if nervous of what I might see.
But all I see is the perfect, pink pussy of my baby. I can’t help it, I need it. Now. I had the tiniest taste back at the bar, but I need a hell of a lot more to be satisfied.
My mouth lowers, my tongue licking her slit up and down, up and down. I didn’t give her any warning because I can’t help it. I need her now. I need her like this. I need her wet cunt against my mouth, I need to breathe her in, I need her sweetness all over me.
My tongue licks her, her knees buckle and her back arches and her hands find my hair, running through it, not letting go. I hear her gasp, then I hear her laugh. Mmm, she likes to be tickled. I swirl my tongue over her nice round clit. Sucking it, drinking it. Not letting any of her release go to waste.
“Oh my, oh my God,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my shoulders.
I don’t stop. My tongue loves what it’s tasting and I won’t deny myself anything.
“You’re so good to me, baby daddy,” she moans.
She’s so close to coming, really coming hard. So, I keep working her over, wanting to make her come with my mouth, sucking on her, spreading wide her lips, moving my tongue faster and faster, licking her hard nub repeatedly as her juicy cunt comes all over me.
She’s moaning now, gripping the blankets, bucking as an orgasm washes over her for the first time in her goddamn life.
“Yes, yes.” She sighs heavily, wracked with emotions as her body explodes.
I lap it all up. Every little taste I can get. And t
hen I look up at her, letting my hand do the next part.
I press my fingers over her hood, knowing the heat of her pussy and my hand will cause a friction she isn’t expecting. I move my fingers inside of her slowly, one and then another. Her virgin pussy so nice and tight. Her eyes are heavy, and I know she’s thinking she can’t handle anymore.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
She nods. Quickly. Without hesitation.
Good.
“I have to work you over, your tight little pussy won’t be able to take my cock and I don’t want to hurt you. So, I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers the way I fucked you with my mouth. And then you’ll be ready for my dick. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says with a grin. “I understand perfectly. I understand that you’re treating your wife very, very well.”
My fingers press inside of her, finding her G spot and making her cry out unexpectedly. This woman has no fucking clue how hot she is. How hot she’s making me. I want to fuck for the rest of my life. I don’t want to ever let her go.
I move my hand faster, my fingers deep inside of her, and she’s twisting around on the blanket as if she needs to get up and dance.
“What, baby?” I ask.
“Oh, I just...” She shakes her head and I run my hand over her tits again, easing her back to submission.
“No,” I tell her. “It’s okay, tell me what you need.”
“I want you to touch me like this, but I want you to touch me from behind. Would you do that? I want you to touch my ass, baby daddy.”
I growl, falling so fucking hard. I spin my Lolita around, her elbows on the bed, her knees on the bed too. Her beautiful ass right up in my face and I run my hand between her thighs, up and down her slit, over her creamy dripping cunt. And I plunge my fingers back inside her. Just the way she needs.
“You like that baby?” I ask.
“Spank me. Spank me hard.” She laughs. Her laughter fills up the room. “But not too hard.”
I do as she asks, slapping her ass and then massaging the red spot because I don’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever.
