by Aja Cole
He’d luckily stayed away from any head to head contact, and it was so sexy watching his games and knowing all of that sweaty, aggressive man was all mine.
I could hear him grumbling outside the door. “Thea…”
I got a perverse sense of satisfaction from being the source of his annoyance, as always. That hadn’t changed.
“Yes, baby- but will you come zip me?” I responded.
Turning to survey myself the mirror, I admired the way the gown fit close to my skin. Trailing my fingers over the luxe silk, I noticed the disruption in the flow and quickly slipped my thin lace underwear from under the dress.
It was a gorgeous creation, and no way in hell was I going to mar it with panty lines.
“Mrs. Silva?”
“Yes?”
“I have the La Perla pieces you wanted. May I bring them in?” the salesgirl was a friendly one. It was a nice change from a few of the ones I’d dealt with earlier that week.
There were some downright snobby employees. Unfortunately, upscale boutiques often had sales people who judged on appearance. Yes, I was in leggings and a comfortable tee shirt. No, I wasn’t going to drape myself in jewelry just to avoid judgement.
Then they realized that we could buy their store several times over, and the simpering began. Luc made an obscene amount of money these days, and I’d resisted him buying me things for a long time. Now, I let myself indulge on rare occasions.
“Yes please! Is my husband out there?”
“Yes ma’am. He went with me to choose a few pieces also.” She giggled. I rolled my eyes. Typical. They both entered with lingerie, and the young woman left quietly after I thanked her with a smile.
Luc walked up behind me and pulled the hidden zipper up my back, keeping his large, clever hands on my waist. I covered his hands with my own and admired the contrast. Mine weren’t small for a woman, but his hands dwarfed them and I loved it. He was also a few shades lighter than my warm brown skin tone, of course.
“What do you think?”
I only heard silence, so I did a quick visual check to make sure the dress fell right and that the girls were positioned correctly. Everything looked good to me. I raised my eyes to meet Luc’s gaze in the mirror.
Sliding his hands from my waist to my breasts, he held my stare and my breath immediately stuttered. I shivered in his arms, yet I was far from cold.
It was the instant effect he had on me.
My body heated up on cue as if he’d flicked a switch. I let myself lean into him and tilted my neck for easy access to the spots that drove me crazy. Letting my lashes lower and my lips part as I took a shallow inhale, I started to drag our hands down so that one pair remained over my breast and the other covered my mound over the silk.
His eyes darkened until all I saw was black, with no hint of his usually sinful, stormy blue.
Still silent, he moved quickly and turned me so that my back was pressed against the wall next to the floor length mirrors.
I was temporarily caged by his powerful body and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. Undoing his work with the zipper, he slipped the dress down my body in one fluid motion and made quick work of draping it over the door. Luc took his time coming back to me, stopping before he made it. The way he caressed my body with his eyes made it so much easier to stand there naked and vulnerable. In turn, I looked my fill.
He was still the sexiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Considering I frequently met the who’s who and the “beautiful people” with my occasional consulting on creative shoots these days, that was no small feat.
He unbuttoned his AX shirt, and shrugged it off broad shoulders. Mentally, I pressed kisses across the rugged planes of his impeccable form. A body sculpted from lifelong athleticism, there was nothing like it.
A light dusting of dark hair pointed the way to my enthusiastic partner in crime...and oh, what sweet and wicked crime it was.
“You intentionally made today’s shopping tedious, pequeña bruja.” He accused me casually, closing the gap between us. It was his favorite term of endearment lately.
He traced my body with his fingers and I fought hard not to squirm, until he started to make circles over the sides of my breasts. I rose onto my toes and exhaled shakily to rid myself of some of the tension coiled tight under my skin.
Closing his warm hands on either side of my jaw, he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, pushing down gently. I darted my tongue out to lick his finger, and his lips lifted in a small smile before he hovered over my mouth. I whimpered when he wouldn’t let me touch my lips to his, anchoring my face in place with his palms. His warm breath teased me.
“Kiss me,” I demanded softly.
“No.” I could see the dimple in his right cheek surface as he enjoyed denying me.
“Kiss me now.” I narrowed my eyes, attempting to look menacing, but failing in the face of the flames of desire playing over my skin. He knew the waiting turned me on. The game, the build up, the tension. The journey to satisfaction was just as good, if not better, than the satisfaction itself.
“Beg, Thea” Two words, succinct and as good as gasoline on the fire. I bit my lip, rolling my hips unconsciously, needing him to touch me. Needing some sort of fulfillment.
“Please. Kiss me. Kiss me, please. I need you to kiss me.” I begged as he’d told me to and closed my eyes in anticipation, wanting with every cell in my body to feel his lips against mine. Instead, he followed my jaw with his mouth up to my ear and took the lobe between his teeth.
I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me, and he knew I wouldn’t be able to. Licking my earlobe to soothe the sting, he gathered my hair in his hands and held it in a firm grip so that I couldn’t move my head away. I heard my heavy breathing and gripped my aching breasts in my hands, pinching my nipples as he slid a muscled thigh between my legs.
I moaned low, welcoming the stimulation and trying my best to keep my tone down, so that we wouldn’t draw attention. I moved one hand around his neck and into this thick hair, clutching at it to draw him away from my ear and to my lips.
He bit me again in reprimand, and laved the inner shell of my ear with his tongue. I jumped, my clit grinding against him, and my lips twisted as I held in sound. It was agonizing.
I wanted to scream. I could never control myself in Luc’s presence, but he knew that spot went beyond all pleasure bounds and turned me to mush.
I half sobbed/half groaned, unable to retreat because of his hold. I tried to push him off as it became too much, and I couldn’t hold onto my sanity any longer.
He didn’t stop.
He took his time, running his tongue up and down the shell of my ear. He swirled it maddeningly, knowing exactly how to take me to a brink that I couldn’t go over.
My breathing sped up and I was stuck between him dipping his tongue again and again into my ear and the continuous rubbing of the fabric of his jeans on my pussy. Between them, I couldn’t think.
Everything stopped and nothing existed. I relished the coming climax and bore down on Luc’s thigh...then he stopped. Removing his thigh, he looked more strained than I was. My eyelids were heavy, and I was drunk on the pleasure that he wouldn’t give me.
“Knees. Quiero metértela en la boca.” he ordered. I dropped immediately, desperately wanting to do anything this man said. For him. I wanted anything he would give me.
Immediately, my hands were undoing his belt and tugging his jeans down powerful legs. I stretched my hands up from my position sitting on my heels, and traced the indentations of his abdomen.
Being so near his cock stoked my arousal even further. My mouth was watering, like a sumptuous meal was being placed in front of me.
“Mmmm,” the sound came from my throat without permission and I watched his face flush, knowing that he liked it when he could hear me. If we hadn’t been in the dressing room, I would have been loud and vocal, but the restraint was part of the thrill.
His boxer briefs did little to contain his thic
k erection as it peeked from the band and leaked pre-cum. I rose off my heels and flicked my tongue over the head of his straining member, relishing in the way his hands tightened once again in my hair - this time with HIS pleasure.
“These are in my way,” I murmured huskily, my voice fleeing in the face of my lust. I glanced up at him and licked my lips. “I need a taste. I need your dick in my mouth.”
Luc groaned as I took him between my wet lips and circled my tongue around the head. Caressing the underside of his cock with tantalizing strokes, I gripped him at the base and used my other hand to roll his sac lightly in my hands the way he liked.
He braced one hand against the wall, with the other still securely gripping my thick strands to keep me in place. Using his hold to tilt my head, he eased his way deeper into my mouth and I let my throat open and steadily breathed through my nose.
Deep throating had a learning curve, but I wanted to make this good for him. He always made it good for me. I focused on not panicking and let my lips spread over his girth, relaxing completely as I looked into his glazed eyes.
Once he was sure I had a hold on my breathing, he smiled predatorily and started a steady rhythm gliding in and out. I circled a finger slowly at my drenched slit before pushing two fingers inside and pumping my hips against them while my husband quickened his strokes, hitting the back of my throat with each pump.
I moaned around his dick, spurred on by the low growls coming from him and my own fingers. His hand tensed from my moans sending vibrations up his shaft.
The fire started low in my belly, and I began to finger fuck myself faster, becoming more frantic. He noticed and jerked my head back firmly. Seizing my hands, he brought me to my feet and gathered me close to his body with my wrists in his strong clutch behind my back.
“You want to cum bebe, hmm?” He murmured against my lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeesssssss,” I sobbed against him, pulling against his hold, delirious in the wake of his constant denial. He released my hands and immediately hitched both my thighs around his hips, putting me off balance and startling me when my back met the carpet.
Luc spread my legs wide and I had no embarrassment whatsoever at the obscene pose because I wanted it so badly. I needed it more than I needed my next breath. A pang of arousal shot through me, and my back arched knowing what was coming.
It was like I could always feel a phantom mouth working on meat the mere thought of him giving me head. I clawed my fingers in the carpet and tossed my head while biting my lip as he gave me a long, slow lick.
It wasn’t enough!
But I knew he would go at his own pace. After another leisurely lick, my body bucked and I wanted to cry in frustration. He looked up at me from between my legs and I mewled, trying to close my legs to bring him closer. He kept my ankles apart, but as he started to nibble at my inner thighs, I felt the tension ratchet higher.
He was going to give me what I wanted. My heart rate doubled and I couldn’t help but writhe under his intense scrutiny and with all the pent up energy in my body.
He spread my labia open with his fingers and used both his thumbs to massage in tight circles, pulling and pushing my inner lips apart and together. The tears leaked from my eyes and my body was wound, taut, and he was playing me perfectly.
I was strung so tight that when he drew my sweet spot into the warmth of his mouth, and suckled it with just the right amount of pressure - I convulsed and clutched him to me. My body throbbed and I was so close.
I was so close that my mind was already half gone, whether I climaxed or not.
My teeth were grit and my jaw was clenched, eyes tight while I pushed up against Luc. He held my hips to him and followed my every movement, rocking my world when he thrust two fingers in and hooked them up.
The combination of him rubbing furiously at my core, caressing my clit in his mouth, and holding my eyes was too much. My body bowed and my mouth opened on a soundless scream.
I don’t know how long it lasted. I don’t know if it was seconds or minutes, but I felt like I’d blacked out and lost full sense of time. When I opened my eyes drowsily, my husband was stroking my face as he stared down at me. I took in his thick dark hair, soft lips, and the affection in his gaze as he watched me come back down to earth. I was intoxicated with the aftermath of my orgasm.
“We’ve been in here awhile,” I mumbled, rising so that I was leaning on my elbow and running a hand down his damp chest.
“Mhmm,” he smiled. I scooted my body closer so that I could reach his lips and finally took the kiss that I’d been longing for. I scraped his bottom lip with my teeth before sucking it gently into my mouth and fusing our mouths together until we both had to break apart for air.
“There’s nobody here but us.” I closed my eyes while he tenderly rained kisses on my face.
Then I pulled back in surprise as his words registered.
“What?” I sat up and crossed my legs, before I realized I was naked as a jaybird and felt my body flush red with a bit of embarrassment. I was comfortable with my body, but we’d just done a number of things in a dressing room in a boutique.
My boldness only went so far. And that boldness seemed to only ever exist with Luc.
I slid my hand over near the chair to grab the jersey dress that I’d had on initially. Pulling it over my head, I raised my eyebrows at the amused look on Luc’s face.
Good thing the carpet was soft or I’d have some series ass burn.
I shrieked as he tugged me to him by my legs and draped them over his lap, wrapping his arms around me and urging my head to his shoulder. I started to pull back to see his face, but he kept his arms exactly where they were.
“I love holding you in my arms, mi cielo,” he confessed, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.
“And I love you holding me, papi,” I returned cheekily, snuggling into him. I felt so protected, so surrounded by his love. “How do you know everyone is gone?”
“The owner is a friend, and I knew what I wanted before you asked me to come in and zip you up. The salesgirl was told what time to leave and I have the key to lock things up when we go.” He sounded quite pleased with himself, and I had to admit I was just as pleased with him.
We sat in comfortable silence for a bit, just enjoying the down time and being with each other. Our schedules could get hectic, and sometimes our time didn’t match up like we wanted it to. I was grateful for the times like this, and often - my thoughtful husband orchestrated them.
I loved the way he loved me.
We still had our arguments, because let’s face it, we were two people that liked to be right. But we resolved them and moved on. No more wasting time, because we’d lost so much already.
…And angry sex was kind of amazing.
“Are you excited to see everyone in a few months?” He asked, stroking my back.
“You and our friends and family, what more could a gal ask for?” I kissed his chin and we sat there a little longer before getting up and getting proper again.
We had a perfectly good bed to get to, and much more fun to have.
38
Bonus - Family Vacation
Luciano
When I got Thea back, I also gained a crazy new family.
Crazy in the best way, of course.
This was the second year we’d done this, where everyone who could spare the time, met somewhere for a little vacation.
This year, we were at a private villa in Turks & Caicos.
Currently, the topic of conversation was a possible karaoke competition for the next day.
It’d started out as a dance competition suggestion, and I could only shake my head as Thea laughed on my lap and we stayed out of the madness.
“We all know that I have the better voice,” Mrs. James cut off her second-time husband as he gaped at her and put his beer down.
“Woman, you sound like a cat dying. Let’s not tell any lies here!” Mr. James threw back, eyes wide.
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bsp; “Oh damn,” Thea murmured, giggling. “That’s not going to go over well.”
“Maybe we should just watch a movie instead, or play poker. Or Cards Against Humanity!” Vivi suggested, but we were the only ones paying her any attention.
“Katherine, your voice could use a little fine tuning,” Manuel offered his opinion.
“What would you know about singing, Manny?” Cassie scoffed, waving his comment away. “Don’t listen to him, he wouldn’t know good tone if it smacked him in the face.”
“Actually, I’m probably a better singer than all of you, so there’s no doubt of who would win.” Daya smiled confidently, looking up from where she was video-chatting with her daughter. Evie was three years old and very talkative. And adorable.
All of the guys were wrapped around her finger.
Including me.
“Tell evewyone I said hewwo, mommy. I saw..I saw..Auntie Faith today! And then…And..and she played make bewieve wif me!” I could hear Evie’s sweet voice as she tripped over some of her words because she was talking quickly.
I loved that kid. She was almost endearing enough that Thea and I wanted one of our own…but we’d both agreed that we wanted a little more time with just the two of us before we took that step.
Faith and Jackson were going to join us for a few days later in the week, so for now, the cast of characters included; Gerard, Vivi, Blair, Mr. James, Mrs. James, Cassie, Daya, Greyson, Manuel, mi madre and her novio, and then Thea and me.
Vivi and Gerard had been dancing around each other for the longest time, and Thea and I had a little bet going that this trip would be the one that pushed things over the edge.
I said that Gerard would hold out. Thea said Vivi would make her move.
If I won, Thea had to forego objecting or arguing with me for a full week. Anything I said, she’d have to go with, no questions asked.
