Indulgence

by K. A. Berg

  “It has, and yes, it does,” I replied, spinning linguine around my fork. It smelled so good; my mouth watered in anticipation. “But the collection isn’t finished yet. He just started working on it and wants it to be a ten-piece collection on life in reverse. We open in August, which is only five months away. What if the main show piece isn’t ready? We know that Bastien works in his own off the wall way, but it doesn’t always result in rapid productivity.”

  “Bastien loves the pressure. He thrives on it. He’ll have it all ready.” Matteo watched me chew with a tilt of his head as he gripped his wine glass by the stem. “Good?” he asked over the rim.

  With my mouth full, I nodded.

  His lips pursed as he tipped the glass up to sip the wine. As soon as he swallowed, he grinned with a certain something extra I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Fantastic.”

  The entire setup felt like something I would read in one of my romance novels. The alpha-ish behavior. The stares. The dinner. The no kids.

  What the hell was happening?

  He clearly had something up his sleeve that he didn’t want to tell me about, so I just rolled with it.

  We finished dinner with a bit of light conversation, ignoring the giant elephant of Matteo’s behavior. He filled me in on Jackson’s lacrosse practice and Emma’s progress on her group project she was working on at the library. As soon as I ate the last piece of shrimp from my plate, Matteo stood and removed it from the table.

  “Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked as he rinsed my dish and then his before opening the dishwasher and setting them inside.

  God, there was something sexy about a man loading the dishwasher. There was no tearing my eyes away as I watched, riveted. “I did. It was delicious. Thank you very much.”

  He smiled at me, this time with a very conspiratorial tip of his lips. “You’re most welcome. Now, finish your wine so we can have dessert.”

  Wow, he really went all out on this. “You made dessert, too?”

  He shook his head as his grin grew wider and wider. I swore that if it were possible for the corners of his lips to twirl like the Grinch’s, they would’ve. “No, my dear. You are the dessert.”

  I was the dessert?

  A jolt of shock zipped through my body as the wine left my glass and slid over my tongue. I tried my best to swallow it and not choke as I stared at the man who looked like my husband but was clearly embodying the persona of someone else tonight.

  Chapter Four

  Matteo

  My very perplexed wife gulped. I swore I heard the sound almost as much as I could see her throat work to get that sip of wine down without choking on it.

  “I’m the dessert?” Her voice had a quiver to it. Not of fear but of uncertainty. She didn’t know what was going on, which was the point. I wanted her off her game. I didn’t want it to be a regular night of our married sex. The jig was up. I knew what she wanted. What she fantasized about when she touched herself. My wife—my beautiful, sexy, secretly dirty wife—wanted more. She wanted different. She wanted adventure. What we were doing didn’t work for her anymore, and if she wasn’t happy, I couldn’t be happy. So, Matteo 2.0 was created.

  It’d been a little over two weeks since I snooped through her iPad, and the time had come and gone for her to bring it up.

  So, from then on, the only thing Nat would be thinking about during sex was how many times she would come and how hard.

  Time and time again, Natalie made me the happiest man in the world—in and out of the bedroom. It was my turn to step up to the plate before this turned into something that ruined our marriage. Sex was an important part of a healthy marriage alongside trust and communication. If one of them started slipping, everything started to crumble in its wake. All the components tied together for success. She wasn’t satisfied with our sex and wasn’t confident enough or didn’t trust me enough to communicate her needs. I analyzed risks for a living, and not fixing this little rift in our life was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

  “Yes, you are,” I confirmed, stalking toward her, eating up the span of our kitchen in just a few strides. “You are the only thing left to eat tonight.”

  Her forehead scrunched, and the V that appeared between her eyebrows every time she thought too hard about something popped up as if on cue. “You’re being weird. What’s going on?”

  I gripped her hand in mine and led her from the kitchen and down the hall of our simple ranch-style home to our bedroom. “It’s more like what’s going down, Nat, and that will be me on you until you come on my tongue.” I looked back at her shocked face over my shoulder and added, “You’ll be begging for me to stop making you come today.”

  She stumbled a bit, stunned, and, yes, the lust was there, whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was turned on. Her pupils dilated and a pink flush spread up her neck as she sucked in a quick gasp.

  “Matteo.” She breathed my name as if she didn’t know what to say.

  “Natalie?” I mocked as I opened the door to our room.

  I may have gone a little overboard on the romantic side of things, but I didn’t care. She deserved candles and flowers even if I’d been thinking about unique ways to defile her body, how to touch her in ways she had never been touched before, as I set them up. I only wished I had known sooner that this was what she wanted. What husband wouldn’t be willing to try all the things his wife was reading about and watching on porn sites?

  My wife would have her fantasies come true.

  Tonight, though, we would start off simple.

  Natalie and I had a lot to discuss before we did some things she was looking at. I didn’t know what she actually wanted to try versus what she was just intrigued by. Plus, I hadn’t done any of this shit before, and I needed to start off slow my-damn-self. You didn’t jump on the black diamond after years of only sliding down the bunny slope.

  I watched as her eyes took in the room. The vanilla-scented candle flickering on the dresser. The rose petals on the bedspread. The red satin strip lying across the bed.

  When she looked back at me over her shoulder, I was still standing in the doorway.

  “What’s the ribbon for?” she questioned, walking toward the bed.

  I made my way to her and picked up the piece of material. I stepped behind her and raised the strip over her head, then across her eyes.

  “This,” I explained as I tied it into a knot behind her head.

  She sucked in a quick breath. “And what are you planning to do while I’m blindfolded?”

  Her voice was still shaky, but if her nipples were any indication, the blindfold turned her on. I could see the stiff peaks standing at attention under her thin top.

  I leaned down, kissing her neck first. I made my way to her ear and whispered, “Whatever I want.”

  My name fell from her lips like a prayer.

  Her shirt had a little tie in the front just above her breasts. I pulled the string, and it opened, giving me enough room to slip a hand in. My fingers slid under the lace of her bra, and I found her pebbled nipple just begging for my touch. Her body jerked against mine as I pinched the nub between my index and middle finger like it was a cigarette. Her breathing sped up when I released it and traced the skin around it

  “Do you like that?”

  “You know I do.” And I did. I knew she liked her nipples played with.

  I pulled my hand from her shirt, wanting to get my mouth on them instead. Gently, but with a bit of urgency, I tugged her shirt from the waist of her pants and pulled it up over her head, careful not to knock off her blindfold. She looked sexy as sin with the red blindfold a stark contrast to her fair skin and the white lace covering her breasts.

  It all needed to go. The need to have her bare before me consumed me like a wildfire, her already bared skin the sparks taking off in the wind, spreading the flames over more ground. I needed to see all of her. Her shoes went first, followed by her pants. They fell nicely down her legs, leaving her standing before me in ju
st her panties and bra and the blindfold.

  She stood stock still, letting me dictate each move, each step. What was going through her mind? Was she wondering if I had a stroke and my brain was malfunctioning? I didn’t know if there had ever been a point when I really took my time with her body. We were kids when we first started dating, discovering, fumbling, and having fun. Then the kids were born, and life swept us away. We treasured every moment we got to have sex. I knew I cherished the intimacy, but I couldn’t really remember us necessarily appreciating each other’s bodies.

  “God, you’re stunning,” I praised when I finally had her bra and panties off and she stood before me completely bare, her long waves of hair hanging over her shoulders. Her cheeks pinked, making me question when the last time I truly complimented my wife was. I often told her I loved her. That her butt looked great in her pants. I noticed when she changed her hairstyle. But I couldn’t remember the last time I made her feel like a wanted woman. Like the beautiful woman she was. And I had to ask why she didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me that things sucked in the sack?

  Kneeling, I picked up her left leg. “I don’t tell you that enough, do I?” I asked before I leaned down and placed my lips on her ankle. She squeaked but said nothing as I continued up her leg to her hip then paused at her navel. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Natalie. You were fourteen years ago, and you are now.”

  She whispered my name, her voice laced with thick emotion.

  Continuing my ascent, I kissed the soft flesh of her stomach and then each breast. Her skin was smooth under my lips and smelled like the jasmine lotion she loved to use. Finding the hollow of her neck, I pressed my lips into the little divot before dragging my tongue up to her ear. “The sight of you when you first wake up, when you’ve just gotten home from a long day at work, when you’re all dolled up for the company Christmas party, every single version of you makes my dick hard.”

  To prove my point, I took her hand and placed it on the bulge that was making my pants snug. My dick jerked and practically begged for me to let him inside her.

  Dropping her hand, I swung mine back and slapped her ass. Not too hard, but hard enough. “Now, get your fine ass on the bed. On all fours. I want to see all of your pretty pussy before I eat it for my dessert.”

  When this idea of making her fantasies a reality first started to take root, I didn’t truly know how I felt about it. I wasn’t much of a dirty talker. I hadn’t been much of a take-charge man. I was always subdued and respectful. I didn’t know if I could step into the role of a dominant man, but I enjoyed the way the deeper tone of my voice made goose bumps dance across Natalie’s skin. The way her movements were eager, and her breathing was faster than it had been in a while. I was getting off on exciting my wife, and we hadn’t started the fun stuff yet.

  Natalie on her hands and knees on the bed was a vision. The red splotch of color in the middle of her right ass cheek sent a zing straight to my dick. Damn, it was erotic as hell seeing my mark on her like that. I climbed onto the bed behind her and rubbed my hand down the curve of her ass.

  She fidgeted, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She really was enjoying herself.

  My fingers itched to touch her lower, to feel if she liked this as much as I thought she did. Pressing my lips to the handprint on her skin, I dipped my fingers down and ran one through her slit.

  Nat moaned as her back arched a bit. “You’re wet, love.” She was soaked. My finger slipped right through her. I dragged it back up and then down again, sweeping through the evidence of her pleasure as she continued her soft moans. Moans that were the sweetest music to my ears.

  Her body trembled as she waited for my next move. Gripping both of her cheeks in my hands, I pulled them apart and leaned down, running my tongue from her clit to her entrance. The taste of her arousal filled my mouth, making me ravenous. I licked and sucked until Natalie’s elbows gave out and her body shook with her release.

  “Oh, god,” she cried out with abandon. It made me want to beat my fists against my chest like Tarzan. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d made Natalie moan like that before, and I realized how much I had been missing out in our sex life as well. The urge to make her come again took over, and I kept licking Nat through her release.

  She squirmed forward, pulling her pussy away from my mouth, and I let her. I could bring her orgasms with my tongue again later. I just stashed that idea in the back of my mind with all the others living there.

  I ran my hand along her back and leaned down to kiss the center. “That was only round one, love.”

  Her breathing still hadn’t calmed, so I gave her a minute.

  But only one.

  The metal of my belt clinked as I unfastened it. I didn’t bother passed pulling myself free before I ran the head of my dick through Natalie’s slick core.

  If I thought I had been hard before, that was nothing compared to how hard I throbbed when I felt the proof of just how turned on my wife was. I couldn’t remember the last time Natalie had been this wet.

  “Jesus, Nat,” I murmured as I pushed in just the tip, reveling in the warmth.

  Natalie let out what sounded like a mewl before whispering, “More, Matteo, more.”

  She asked; I delivered. I thrust in the rest of my length, groaning at how tightly her body gripped me. Like a fist. A hot, wet fist.

  The walls of her core quaked around the invasion as she gasped. “Christ.”

  I pull back and shoved in again . . . and again. “God, love, you feel so good.”

  Nat pushed her hips into me and bowed her back. Her head snapped back, and she let out a loud cry. “I’m going to come.”

  And she did. She came so hard I was afraid my dick would snap with the force her body clamped on to mine. It had felt as if it had been forever since I felt her come like this.

  “Yes,” I cooed. “Please, love. Come on my cock.”

  I rode her hard as she climaxed. I gripped her hips tighter and rocked into her, waiting for her to finish. As soon as she did, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Hooking her legs over my forearms, I slid back in, missing her heat.

  “I can’t—I can’t,” she protested, but I didn’t let up. Instead, I reached out and pinched one of her nipples between my fingers, twisting with a little more bite than I usually would.

  “Yes, you can,” I coaxed. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”

  I didn’t mention that I felt like I would explode any second. I would do whatever I needed to make sure she came again, even if it meant thinking about anything other than how good she felt or how gorgeous her full breasts looked jiggling up and down with each pump.

  “Matt—” She didn’t get to finish crying out my name before her third orgasm of the night wrecked her body.

  Her neck strained. Her fingernails clawed my arms. Her back arched off the bed, and her legs tightened around my hips.

  I relished it all. Seeing Natalie go off like that was more than I needed to drive off the edge into the bliss of climax.

  Chapter Five

  Natalie

  A light touch skirted down my arm, stirring me from sleep. Warmth surrounded me, pulling me to nestle into it. Wanting to claim just a few more moments of rest, I shifted my hips to try to get comfortable and a delicious ache emanated from my core. The naughtiness of the night before flashed in my mind like a smutty graphic novel.

  The blindfold.

  The authoritative commands.

  The orgasms

  Matteo’s arm wrapped around my waist as he lowered his mouth to my ear, and his breath whispered over my jaw to my neck as he spoke, “Good morning, beautiful.”

  I shivered.

  His arm tightened, pulling my body flush against his. His hand inched down to the apex of my thighs where my legs were still closed, curled up almost to my chest.

  He tapped the side of my leg. “Open.” His voice was gruff, but it wasn’t still heavy with sleep like mine as if he had be
en awake for a while.

  My legs begun unfurling on their own as if they took their orders directly from Matteo. A chill ghosted down my back as he shifted away from me. A moment later I was on my back and Matt was settled on top of me. His fingers played between my thighs, and his mouth lowered to my exposed nipple. He added pressure with his teeth and pulled the hard nub of flesh just the way he knew would make me moan.

  “Matteo.” His name was like a sigh, a plea. I didn’t really know for what. More, perhaps. It felt as though it’d been a lifetime since our intimacy felt intimate, and I yearned for it. I craved this connection with him, even though I had no idea where and why it started. I was a junkie jonesing for her next fix.

  His lips moved from my nipple down my belly to my core. “Natalie.” His breath fanned over the sensitive skin between my folds as he spread them apart. Looking down my body, I sucked in a quick breath at the sight of Matteo and his tousled hair, black-rimmed glasses instead of his usual contacts staring at the center of my body as though it were the fountain of youth.

  Our eyes locked for a moment and then his tongue was on my clit. The pads of his fingers were soft on my swollen flesh as he held me open, devouring me. I tried to remember the last time he had taken his time playing with me. Foreplay had become a means to an end, a step to check off on the instruction manual of sex. There was always just enough to get some juices flowing, but there was never an indulgence of it.

  That wasn’t the case last night nor at the moment. The juices were more like a broken faucet that wouldn’t turn off. Everything was on overload.

  My body was on fire as zaps and jolts coursed through me like lightening during a summer storm.

  Matteo’s goal seemed to be to elicit as much pleasure from my body with his fingers and mouth as he could. My back arched, my shoulder stiffening as he thrust his tongue into me. My hips ground on his mouth, relishing the feel of his assault as I trapped his head between my thighs.