by Lacey Thorn
“Always been the sweetest cream I’ve ever tasted.”
She gave a husky laugh. “I don’t think I could move if our lives depended on it.
“Good thing they don’t then,” he replied, placing one more soft kiss on her sex before standing and reaching a hand down to her. “Let’s wash up and get out of here before we start getting prune skin.”
She groaned but let him pull her up. The man definitely knew how to make her weak with pleasure.
Chapter Four
Mischa awoke to the smell of food. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. There were no clocks anywhere, but with the way the sun’s rays were hitting the skylight, she would guess it was late afternoon. They’d both fallen into bed after their shower and she for one had slept like the dead.
Her entire body still tingled from the orgasms she’d had today and this was only day one of their vacation. By the end of the week she would be a big pile of mush. If she had her way, he would too. And when it came to Clint, she almost always got her way. He just couldn’t seem to say no to her. Something else she loved about him.
Tossing the cover sheet aside, she padded to the bathroom. It was still as incredible as she remembered. After she used the facilities she took the time to run a brush through her hair and put on a dab of lip gloss. Then, keeping to their no-clothes rule, she headed downstairs.
Clint was in the kitchen. Something delicious was cooking. His back was to her so all she could see was the ripple of muscle in his back and the tight buns of his ass. He had an apron tied around his waist, to protect his penis she was sure, and it made her snicker.
He turned to look at her and his eyes softened. That was love. She saw it loud and clear every time she looked at him.
“Well, hello, sleeping beauty.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His kiss was slow and deep, managing to curl her toes.
“Are you playing naked chef?”
“I just made sure to cover the important parts,” he grinned and stepped back.
Her eyes fell to the front of the apron and she laughed. Right over his cock were the words Kiss the cook.
“Is that a typo or is that the cook now?” She snickered again.
Clint grinned. “Oh it cooks all right,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you be a good girl and pour us some wine out of that bottle I opened on the counter while I finish this.”
“What is it that smells so good?” she asked as she moved to pour them wine.
“It was a casserole in the freezer with instructions on it. It looks like a concoction of ham, potatoes, cheese and onions.”
“It smells delicious.”
“And it is ready,” he said as the timer went off.
She watched as he slid the oven open and bent over to take out the casserole. There was nothing hidden from her in that pose. She bit her lip to keep from giggling. She turned and snagged the filled wineglasses after tucking the corked wine bottle under her arm, and headed toward the table.
“Did you see this?” she asked as Clint followed her with the casserole.
“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to come back here again.”
The agent they’d given the show to earlier had mentioned she’d left something on the table. Something turned out to be a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, both white and milk and maybe a few dark thrown in. There was another bottle of wine. Her eyes got teary when she saw the label had their names and wedding date on it with Happy Anniversary in big, bold print.
“I thought you might want to keep that bottle as a souvenir,” he whispered as he placed the hot casserole on the table.
She nodded her head, too touched at the gesture to say anything.
“Come here,” he whispered and she turned to burrow into him. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” He crooned the words to her like he often did. Rod Stewart had sung the same words as they danced at their wedding. He just held her close and swayed them to the music they were only hearing in their heads.
“I remember the first time Jonas invited me to his house for the weekend. I was half tempted to say no but I went anyway. Then I looked up and saw you walking across the beach toward me and I swear my heart just stopped.”
“Then I looked at you,” she prompted, knowing this story well and loving it more every time he shared it.
“You looked at me and I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.”
“I smiled.”
“And the rest of the world faded away.”
“And you turned and ran into the water,” she added with a giggle.
“Because I didn’t want to scare you off with just how happy I was to meet you.”
She laughed again and kissed his jaw. “I saw you and immediately thought, ‘he’s the one. I’ve waited my whole life to meet this man.’”
“I’m glad you waited.”
“Me too.”
They swayed for a few more minutes, both lost in memories. Then he pulled back and took her hand. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” She glanced at the table. “There’s only one place setting. Did you plan to eat while I slept upstairs?”
“No.” He scooped her up and sat in the chair with her on his lap. “I planned to hold you close and let us take turns feeding each other. No time here. No rush. Just a chance for us to slow down and savor every moment.”
She sighed. Clint was Mr. Romance. And it wasn’t an act. He was always saying or doing little things that showed her how much he loved her. Notes in her briefcase. Flowers sent for no reason at all. Reservations for dinner in the middle of the week. Sometimes he would even set an alarm to go off on her phone so that a message would scroll across the screen saying I love you.
She leaned forward, taking the plate and scooping some of the food onto it to cool. Then she reached for one of the wineglasses. “Here’s to savoring every minute of this week.”
She lifted the glass and took a drink then held it to his lips. She purposely let a little dribble over his lip and leaned it to lick it off. She felt his cock twitch under her ass and smiled. He hadn’t sought any pleasure for himself during their earlier shower. So, after the nap, he would be ready to go. What should she plan to explore with him later tonight?
She sat the glass back on the table and reached to uncover one side of the plate of strawberries. Selecting a milk chocolate one, she brought it to his lips and let him have the first bite.
“Tempting me into sin?” He wiggled his brows again and took a big bite.
“Nothing between us is sin.” She brought the rest of the strawberry to her mouth and ate it before turning to drop the leafy top back on the plate and selecting another one. White chocolate this time.
“If you had to pick your ultimate fantasy pertaining to us, what would it be?” She held the berry out and saw him thinking as he took a bite.
She finished it off and dropped the top back on the plate. The steam wasn’t rising from the plate so she forked up a bite of it and brought it to her lips. When she decided it wasn’t too hot, she held it out to him. He opened and moaned as he chewed. She took a second forkful and put it to her mouth. It was delicious.
She took her time feeding both of them and switching off to share drinks of wine. She could see his mind working the entire time. She wondered which fantasy he would pick. She’d planned for all of them. The bondage, the dress-up, and even the anal sex. Yeah, she was ready for anything.
Finally full, she fed him a few more bites before giving into curiosity and prompting him for an answer.
“Well, what fantasy is your favorite?”
He shifted under her and she felt the swell of his cock. Whatever it was, he was hard and ready just thinking about it.
“The one where you’re on your hands and knees on the bed. You’ve sucked my cock until I’m so horny for your pussy that I can’t take any more. Then I slip around behind you and slide in slow and deep. While I�
�m making the sweet pussy come for me, I’m fingering your tight ass, lubing it with oil. And when you’re ready…when that sweet ass is slick and stretched…I pull my cock out and bury it in your ass. Feeling the tight squeeze gripping my cock and milking it.” He groaned and shifted again.
“I thought you might pick that one. Remember when I went out with the girls and come home with some bags that I wouldn’t let you see?”
“Yes.”
“I bought a few things to help with this fantasy.”
“Yeah, like what?”
“Some really slick lube that adds a little tingle where it’s applied.”
“Hmmm…”
“And a little plug that helps stretch and prepare.”
“You bought a butt plug?”
She nodded her head. “I’ve used it a few times to get me ready. Put it in for ten minutes at a time here and there to get used to the feeling of having something there.”
He groaned and dropped his head. His cock jerked under her and she felt the wetness on the tip against her skin. “Did you wear it anytime when I was around?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“I’d like that,” she said and wiggled. “I’d like that very much.”
“Just the thought of you walking around me with a plug inside your ass gets me hotter than hell. To think that I could have taken that pussy while it was buried in your ass.”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“You’d be even tighter,” he moaned. “Did you bring it with you?”
She nodded her head.
“Would you be willing to put it in for me?”
She nodded her head again. She’d do anything for him.
“Go upstairs and put it in while I clean this up. I need a few minutes to gain a little control.”
She stood up and let her gaze fall to his lap and the rock-hard cock there. Part of her wanted to just sit astride him and have him fuck her now. He would. If it was what she wanted, he would. But she could see the desire for the fantasy she’d offered in his eyes. And she wanted to give it to him.
She bent down and kissed him softly on the mouth. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” She grabbed the plate of strawberries and turned toward the stairs. “Bring the wine when you come up.”
She watched his Adam’s apple as he swallowed and then nodded. She felt his eyes on her all the way and put a little extra wiggle in her hips. Tonight was only the beginning of a week of fulfilled fantasies.
Chapter Five
She opened the bathroom door and walked out with the plug firmly inserted. It was such an odd sensation, walking around with it in. The flared base kept her rear cheeks slightly open and she felt like it made her walk funny. She was still wiggling and adjusting a bit when he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at her. She could see the lust in his eyes. His cock rose toward his belly with the wide head already wet with desire. She wanted to lick the drop of pre-cum off him, wanted to savor the taste of him on her tongue.
He moved into the room, placing the bottle of wine and a single glass on the table where she’d sat the plate of strawberries.
“Did you put it in?”
“Yes.”
He moaned and his hand shot down to give his cock a firm squeeze. “Fuck, just thinking about it there, makes me feel like I’m going to blow.”
She smiled and walked across to him. She reached down and ran her thumb over the glistening head, taking the fluid and bringing it to her lips. She sucked her fingers, holding his gaze the entire time.
“I love the way you taste.”
“I want to taste you too,” he said.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as she leaned into him, trapping his hardened cock between them and rubbing her taut nipples against his chest.
Their kiss was relaxed, a soft exploration where both of them were the victors. She slid her hand between them and ran her fingers up and down his shaft. His hand followed the curve of her hip around to her ass and dipped lower until she felt him trace the base of the butt plug. His fingers tapped against it and she cried out.
“Did I hurt you?” His hand stilled on her.
“No.” She shook her head. “It just sent these sensations through me, sort of electric that just make me… Oh, I don’t know how to explain it.”
“But it feels good?”
“Oh yeah.”
He tapped again and she burrowed her head in his neck. He turned toward the bed and urged her onto it. “Climb up on your hands and knees, Mischa. Let me see how wet you are.”
She crawled on the bed, keeping her ass high in the air. She glanced over her shoulder and shivered at the carnality in his gaze. Perhaps she should have planned to live out some of these fantasies earlier.
Clint stepped up to the bed and placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks, squeezing and playing with them. He lifted, separated and jiggled her and each motion rocked the base of the plug, sending a clench of desire through her pussy and a bolt of pleasure up into her core.
He pressed on her lower back with one palm and she flared her hips out, lifting her ass just a bit higher for him. Dropping her upper body to rest her forearms on the bed, she closed her eyes letting anticipation build the intensity inside her. When she felt the slide of his finger over the wet folds of her pussy she shivered. When he tapped on her clit and the plug at the same time she almost came unglued.
It was so naughty, so decadent, and was making her hotter than hell. He slid two fingers deep into her sex and she groaned and pushed back into him.
“You have no idea just how sexy you look right now. My dick feels like it’s going to explode.” His voice was low and husky, tickling up her spine with each word. “I want to shove my cock in your pussy and fuck you with that still in.”
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned into the bed. “Fuck me, Clint. Fuck me hard.”
Her husband groaned behind her and she felt the bed dip as he moved in closer. She shuffled back and didn’t stop until she felt him hard and firm between her legs. She could feel the edge of the mattress and the rock-hard strength of his thighs. He teased them both by rubbing his cock along her seam, wetting his shaft in her juices. Then he tapped the base of the plug again, this time with the head of his cock. He had her so revved, it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
She felt the head lodge at her opening and held her breath. Her husband wasn’t a small guy by any means. Would he fit with the plug still in?
“Relax,” he whispered. “We’ll take it slow and easy.”
He pressed into her. There was a slight burn of pain as he pushed in but it was gone, morphing into an overwhelming feeling of fullness. Clint kept pressing deep, slowly and steadily he was sliding every inch into her. Her pussy was clenching and squeezing around him. She cried out as he finally lodged deep and just held still. She could feel the weight of him as she never had before. It was as if every nerve and fiber of her body was linked to her pussy.
She could hear him breathing hard behind her. Then he chuckled and the vibrations of that small sound had her burying her head in the bed to smother her wanton cries.
“I’ve wanted to feel my cock in your ass for a long time now,” he groaned. “But the honest truth is that I don’t think I’m going to make it. Your pussy is so tight. The first time I move it, I’m afraid I’m going to go off like loaded gun. Help me out here, honey. Use those fingers for me.”
Mischa reached a hand under her belly and up between her legs, heading straight for her clitoris. Finding the swollen nub she petted and rubbed it. Her body was shaking, balancing her on the edge of an orgasm that promised to be the most intense so far of her life.
“One stroke?” she begged certain that was all it would take to get her there.
She felt the tension coiled in Clint like a snake about to strike its prey. His strong fingers flexed and twitched against her hips. She sensed when he was ready to move and reached high, jerking a pillow down and biting
on it.
Her cunt exploded as he jerked his cock back and then slammed home again. She screamed as her body seemed to implode. Warmth radiated everywhere and behind her eyes was a fireworks show to beat them all. He slammed home again and her rippling channel seemed to fight him, either to keep him deep or to deny him re-entry.
Her body was melting, weak and shaking as her orgasm shuddered over and through her in a continual wash. She felt Clint grasp the base of the plug and nodded her head in agreement. He tugged it free of the tight clasp of her body and even that sent her spiraling again, triggering a series of smaller orgasms rippling through her.
Then the head of his cock pressed there and with little effort slid inside her. It burned, so much bigger than the plug she’d had. She wasn’t stretched nearly enough but her body was so pliant and weak from orgasm. His cock buried in her ass and he shuddered and groaned with pleasure behind her.
He fucked her with shallow strokes that kept most of his cock inside her and she knew from his breathing that he was close to joining her. He’d lasted longer than he thought. And it felt good. Better than she’d imagined. There was a burning as her flesh stretched to accommodate his size but it faded quickly. Her fingers were still at her clit and she rubbed it again.
He pulled back for longer strokes, fucking her ass as he liked to fuck her pussy. Her finger pressed and pinched and she could feel her pussy rippling. It felt good. He felt good. And, son of a bitch, if she wasn’t having another orgasm. She cried his name as she came, shuddering as her ass flexed around his shaft. With a harsh cry of his own, Clint joined her and she felt the heat of his semen as he spilled his cum in her ass.
She collapsed down onto the bed, her knees too weak to hold her up any longer. He joined her, his weight a heavy blanket atop her. She loved the feel of him on her.
“I think you killed me,” he managed to murmur against her skin. “I think I’ve died of pleasure.” He groaned and rolled over, his softening cock sliding out of her.
