Marital Affair

by Jasmine Black

  He took her nipple in his mouth, sucked the rigid peak. She removed his flat cap and released his long chestnut hair from the thong at the nape of his neck. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer.

  Encouraged, he continued to suckle one breast while his hand sought out the other one, tugged at the nipple. Moaning and panting, she clung to him as he lavished attention on her magnificent bosom.

  The few men who knew her intimately had talked of her expert lovemaking, but nothing had prepared him for this. Nor for what was to come. He'd been with a few ladies of the evening, even a married woman here and there, but they hadn't done anything close to what Dileah was doing now just from her moans or what he imagined she would do over the next few minutes.

  Short, fast breaths of air landed on his neck as she tried to push him back. He took one last taste of her, felt her heart thundering under his lips then released his tight grip on her. It took everything he had to resist her swollen buds, but he had to follow her commands.

  She took out a jug from her basket. Anticipation grew in his stomach and worked its way up to wedge in his throat. His fellow lodge brothers had never mentioned a jug before. Perhaps their love play parched her. She partook of the drink, positioned herself inches above his mouth and kissed his lips. Warm liquid poured from her mouth into his. Wine, made from the finest grapes, passed between the two of them as their tongues mated and dance.

  No one had ever kissed the meadow lover on her lips. He was the first one to receive this gift from her. What could it mean? He really didn't know or care; just took her gift and kissed her back. Licked her lips of wine, sucked the plump flesh. He slipped his tongue inside, ran it across her teeth. Slowly, he licked the length of her soft tongue.

  Hard, pert buds rubbed across his chest as their tongues dueled. Over and over, darting in and out of her mouth, brushing and sliding his tongue against hers. Her hands dug back into his hair and he roamed the soft plains of her shoulders, back, and waist.

  She tore loose from his assault on her mouth and cried out in ecstasy as he squeezed her breasts. His breeches were tented and he begged her with his eyes to release him from the stocks she held him in.

  Again, he licked and kissed her abundant globes. He wanted to do more, but he still had to wait for her permission. As his face moved between her breasts, he kissed. She guided his hands to her skirt strings.

  Oh, fire and damnation.

  Never had he gained so much pleasure from untying a woman's skirt strings as he did Dileah's.

  She stood and let him push her skirt down, his hands caressing her hips until she was clad in only her chemise. She was a vision of an angel, standing before him. Without further ado, she slid the angelic garment over the curve of her womanly belly, down her shapely hips until it fell to the ground, exposing her long legs.

  His eyes traveled to the apex of her thighs. Blond curls covered her pubic region. He sat on his knees, waiting for the goddess before him to make her move.

  She stepped over her garments and walked to him, stopping with her stomach inches from his face. His cock jerked, but he couldn't touch her womanhood, not yet. Not without her permission.

  Sweet Jesus.

  Her nether lips glistened with moisture. Moisture he longed to touch, feel and taste. He licked his lips, dreaming they were hers. A whimper escaped his throat and his knees weakened. His legs trembled.

  "Shh!" Her lips pouted and made the heavenly sound.

  Urging him to stand, she loosened his breeches and pulled them down as she fell to her knees. Worked the fabric over his shaft and left him exposed to her scrutiny.

  He watched her lips curve into an alluring smile as she examined his goods. Without warning, she flicked her tongue out and licked the base of his shaft to the tip. His cock jerked when she reached the crease around the head.

  Mother of God!

  Her tongue was pure velvet, soft and sweet. She kissed down to the base and licked back up. Opening her mouth wide, she took the tip and wrapped her swollen lips around it. Warmth surrounded him, heavenly shivers shot through his legs, weakening the muscles as they passed. His knees threatened to buckle. Seeking stability, he dug his hands in her hair and gripped her head as she worked her magic.

  Over and over, she sucked her way down and back up, trailing her tongue, flicking it from side to side.

  The muggy air surrounded them and sweat formed on his chest. He grabbed a hand full of flaxen locks and thrust his hips forward, felt the back of her throat with his cock. Smooth and warm.

  She quickened the pace and he felt himself on the edge of ecstasy. He heard the wet slather slipping up and down his shaft and recognized the coil in his balls.

  He bit his tongue, holding back the words forming in his mind: suck me harder. Instead of breaking the rules, he moaned, trying to keep his sanity.

  Glorious lips rubbed across his throbbing flesh. She dug her nails into his buttocks, drawing him closer than he thought possible. His engorged shaft slid down the top of her throat and she licked his balls.

  Hot flashes overtook his body as he spilled his seed down her throat. Uncontrollable screams escaped his mouth in a deep raspy tone he almost didn't recognize.

  Trembles took over his legs, dropping him to his knees before her. Red, puckered lips glistened with his cum. He watched her lick it away. When she'd partaken of the last drop, she laid down on the blanket. Her breasts parted and fell to the sides.

  It was his turn to taste of her juices. She opened her legs to him. Her swollen bud begged to be touched. He licked his dry lips and forced moisture down his throat.

  So wet!

  He moved between her legs, grazed feather kisses from her knee up her thigh to the crease that drew a line between her leg and paradise. She moaned and wiggled her hips. His stomach knotted as he parted her nether lips.

  Oh, yeah, she's so beautiful.

  Tentatively, he licked her rosy bud, making her buck and moan. Knowing he held the power now, he smiled inwardly and sucked her clit, tasting her natural juices. The smell of her desire aroused him and he felt his cock stir.

  Who was he kidding? She still held the power over him with her heavenly cries and curvaceous body. The way she moved in rhythm with his licks and sucks. Her hips were grinding her womanhood across his face, hands digging in his hair and pulling him closer. He'd give her anything she wanted.

  He slipped a finger inside. Tight, Wet and Smooth. His cock grew, ready for a second round, as she moved against his finger, moaning in pleasure. A sound more pleasing than the birds chirping in the trees.

  Looking up at her beautiful flesh, he watched her. Back positioned in a sensuous curve arching through the long line of her neck. Eyes draped with the veil of her luscious lashes. Her lips and mouth sensuously opening and closing.

  Tantalizing torture. God, she's a vision.

  She massaged one breast, lavished attention on the nipple. His blood pumped through his veins, scorching his skin. Unable to watch anymore, he nipped at her clit, tugged on it, sucked. Sweat covered his back and chest as streaks of sun streamed through the branches and beat down on the woolen blanket.

  She screamed, panting and rocking hard against his mouth. Convulsing around his finger. He licked and sucked her juices, taking all she offered.

  When her body relaxed, he rose to his knees, licked her womanly taste from his lips. With his eyes, he asked her for permission to enter her private space.

  She arched her brows and offered a slight nod.

  Hovering over her, he slipped the tip of his cock inside her velvet opening. Burning flames licked at his loins, burnt up his chest like a fire out of control on a midsummer day. Her cunny was the hottest, wettest, tightest he'd ever felt.

  In that instant, he fell victim to her love, became her slave. She could do whatever she wanted to him. Make him do anything. He'd comply; hold nothing back from the meadow lover.

  Moving inside her was heaven on earth. Mountains held nothing against her heights.
He could soar from her top and float for days before he reached the ground.

  Stroke by stroke, they moved to the soft rhythm of the rustling tree branches. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled the faint scent of lilacs, possibly from scented water used to rinse her hair.

  No detail had been overlooked when she'd prepared to take a lover. She spared no expense for their love play. Nor had she failed to please him.

  Grasping the blanket, he balled his hands into fists and quickened the pace. She matched his speed, dug one hand into his hair and wrapped the other around his back. Their chests clung to each other in the humidity of the sun and their lovemaking.

  His heart thundered in his chest and his lungs burnt. What little oxygen had stirred in the stifling heat dissipated. He fought for breath, still thrusting inside her warmth.

  Writhing beneath him, she screamed again, this time in his ear. Her tight cunny squeezed his cock in hot, fast waves.

  Hunger blazed in her eyes. She pushed him in a sitting position, his shaft still buried inside. Her legs slipped around his waist and she rode his cock.

  Magnificent breasts bounced in his face. He nipped at one nipple, tugged on it as she rose up and down the length of him.

  Her movements came hard and fast, pounding against him, taking what she wanted. Nails dug into the soft flesh of his back. Juices flowed down his thighs. Her tight ass slapped his balls.

  He grabbed her ass, squeezed it as he helped keep her pace up by pumping her body on his cock.

  He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the pressure building. High pitched moans pierced his ears, pushing him over the edge. His seed exploded out in long hard bursts.

  "Oh, God!" He bit his lip so the words were muddled. Maybe she had mistaken them for moans because she didn't stop. Instead, she squeezed him again as her ecstasy came one more time.

  Panting, she collapsed against his chest and he held her quivering body tight, fighting for his own breath.

  When his lungs calmed and her quivering subsided, he guided her to lie beside him in the crook of his arm and held her until he dozed off.

  Chapter 3

  The sun had started its descent when Lucas awoke from his after-love-making nap. He looked around, but the meadow lover was gone. She'd left no trace of her existence behind in her flight.

  He rose, threw on his breeches and tunic and gathered the rest of his things with the plan to change into normal clothes in the car. Colleen would be home soon and he needed to make a few stops before he went home.

  The corner grocery store carried stargazer lilies, Colleen's favorites, and he didn't want to go home empty handed after what had happened today.

  When he arrived home, he gathered the arrangement and carried them in to the bathroom. He showered, washing off the smell of the meadow lover, dressed and looked for his wife.

  He found her, standing just inside the door of the empty second bedroom. Tears ran down her cheeks.

  Without a word, he went back to the bathroom and drew a steaming hot bath and poured relaxing salts in it. Then he sat the vase of lilies on the ledge of the whirlpool tub and lit some candles.

  He went back to the second bedroom, knowing he'd find her still there, thinking of the child they didn't have. Slipping his arms around her waist, she leaned into him, his hands resting on her belly.

  "Honey, it'll happen," he whispered into her hair. "We'll have a baby one day. You know the doctor said stress wasn't good for you."

  She sobbed and nodded.

  Saddened he couldn't take her pain away, he’d vowed months ago to do all he could to ease it, but nothing seemed to work.

  "I ran you a hot bath. Why don't you go relax? I'm sure you had a hard day. I'll fix dinner, tonight." He kissed her temple and plucked a piece of a wheat stalk from her hair. "I'll even wash your hair with that lilac shampoo you like."

  "No, thank you. Dinner will be enough. I'd like to be alone for awhile." She gave him the habitual peck on the cheek and disappeared into the bathroom, muttering behind her. “Who says I can’t please my man?”

  About the Author

  Jasmine Black lives with her husband, two children and cats and dogs. She loves adventure and believes there is no better place to find it than in a book.

  Be sure to check out her other book on Smashwords – ALL FOR AN ANGEL.

  Blurb: Gabe Hawkins has dreamed of Amy Bradshaw since junior high, but a sick game of revenge from his identical twin Lou smashed those dreams when Lou seduced Amy and impregnated her. Amy is a woman who knows what she wants, Gabe. But having Gabe in her bed would cost a price she can’t afford to pay, custody of her daughter Angel. Threats from Lou force Amy to resist Gabe. For five years the threats have worked, but Gabe’s persistence is wearing Amy’s resolve thin. Finally, she agrees to one night with Gabe to live out her fantasies. But will her fantasies force her into an unbearable reality?