by Lily Harlem
With me.
His desires were unleashed and his needs surfaced for satisfaction. Rather than getting used to each other, ten years of marriage had only made him hungrier.
“Ah…ah…” I panted as he dragged the tip of his tongue through my folds. “Oh, yeah…more of that.”
He gave it—circling my clit and searching out my entrance with his fingertips.
I was wet and the scent of my arousal drifted up to my nose.
He pushed into me and I tensed my stomach and harnessed that first delicious promise of a climb to orgasm.
He stopped.
He lifted up, rested back with his knees bent and studied my face.
“What the…?” I cried.
He still had two fingers in my pussy.
“How you feeling?” he asked with a tilt of his eyebrows.
His mouth was damp, his cheeks a little flushed and his shirt now disheveled and creased. But he looked calm, he looked the very essence of composed.
“Frustrated,” I said as I spread my legs wider and again pulled on the belt. It dug into my skin and the cool buckle scraped against the pad of my right thumb.
“I like seeing my powerful wife tied up, naked, hungry, demanding. Gone are the suits, the heels, the adoring minions, it’s just you, the raw bare bones of you.”
“Yes, and the raw bare bones of me are demanding.” I frowned and clenched my internal muscles around his fingers. “Demanding that you don’t stop what you were doing.”
He stroked over my G-spot.
I sucked in a breath. “Yes…”
“No.” He pulled out and stood by the bed.
“Gabe!” I whined, pressing my legs together to try to get some friction on my clit.
It was no good. It wasn’t him.
He leaned over me, put his damp fingers on my cheek and stroked down my neck. “You’ll have to wait until I’m ready.” He grinned. “I’m not one of your underlings and I told you I wanted to shower first. You just got me carried away. Now you’ll have to wait.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He placed his lips over mine and kissed me.
It was a hot, hard kiss that tasted of my sex.
“Now,” he said, straightening and undoing the cuffs on his shirt. “You stay there like a good little girl.”
Little girl!
“I can’t do much else,” I said with a frown and another tug of the belt. I’d get him back for this.
“Good,” he said. “That means you’ll still be wet and hot for me when I come back.”
Chapter Two
I tutted as he strode from the room then stared up at the ceiling and the shadows that danced there. A dust mote hung down from the crystal lightshade and swayed slightly in the barely there draught.
I huffed. Damn it. How could he leave me like this? There was moisture between my legs, my nipples were peaked and my heart was pounding.
I heard the shower come on, a steady patter at first but then disjointed drips as Gabe stepped in.
Fuck, I should have just joined him in the shower to begin with. Likely chances were I’d be getting screwed good and proper up against the tiles by now instead of being left lacking attention and tied to the bed.
But it was what I’d wanted.
I just hadn’t expected him to walk away.
Bloody tease.
Well, two could play at that game. He’d started something now. I’d find something to tease Gabe with. Have a think and get something new that would blow his mind—after a while, of course, after a good bit of tormenting.
I squirmed and shifted my ass on the covers. My robe was wide open and bunched on my arms and beneath my shoulders.
I had no idea what to tempt Gabe with. He didn’t talk about fantasies very often, but maybe that was because I hadn’t dug around for information. I hadn’t probed and explored what went on in that head of his, in the erotic corners of his mind.
Well, that was all about to change.
The water switched off and I stared at the doorway to the ensuite. I hoped he wouldn’t decide a shave was in order, or spend ages fussing around in there.
He didn’t.
Naked and glorious, he filled the doorframe. Backlit by the muted glow of the ensuite, he was a vision of the perfect male.
“How are you doing, gorgeous?” he asked, leaning casually against the jamb and crossing his arms.
“I’m not coming,” I said, banging my head on the pillow. “Get your sexy arse over here and that big cock in me, right now.”
He chuckled and straightened. “You’re so impatient, Hales.”
“Yes. I’m impatient for you.” I looked at his erection that jutted upwards from his dark pubic hair. He was ready for action; there was no need to put this off another moment.
He walked to the bed and looked down at me.
I drew up my knees, flopped my legs open and pulled at the belt. I groaned and screwed up my face.
“Shh…” he said. “All in good time.”
He curled his hand around the nape of my neck, his palm cradling my skull, and lifted my head.
“Open up,” he said.
I did as he’d asked and, mouth wide, I watched as he fisted his cock with his other hand. He smoothed up to the head then back down again, shifting the skin and exposing the taut shape of his glans.
I whimpered, the need to taste him almost driving me crazy with want.
He must have understood my agony for he tilted his hips forward and fed his cock into my mouth.
Smooth and hot, his glans popped in. He tasted clean, of the shower and soap, but also of him. Beneath any other flavor I could always find his particular tang—slightly musky, peppery and so damn sexy. He tasted of sex.
He slid in farther, still holding the back of my neck so that I had to take what he gave me. But that was okay, I could handle whatever he wanted me to have. Oral sex with Gabe was one of my most favorite things.
His shaft slipped over my tongue—so thick, so hard and so wide.
I hugged him with my mouth, sucking slightly too.
“Ah, yeah, take my dick, baby,” he said, tension in his voice. “Take it all the way.”
I couldn’t answer. But I arched my spine, stretched my neck and invited him deeper.
He kept on gliding in.
He was so low in my throat now. I beat down a gag and sucked in air through my nose. Excitement was spiraling within me. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste his pleasure.
He released his cock and reached for my right breast. He squeezed and pulled at my nipple. His movements were rough, rushed, not completely controlled.
I loved my nipples being compressed like that by him. The sensation rushed straight to my pussy as though they were hot wired together.
I groaned and the sound vibrated around his shaft.
“Ah…fuck,” he said.
I tasted a drip of pre-cum.
Good, he was as excited as me.
The grip of his fingers on my neck ramped up my pleasure. I adored being owned, possessed by him like this.
“Enough…” he moaned, withdrawing.
“Gabe…” I gasped, staring up at him.
“It’s too nice.” He rested my head down and gripped his cock in his right hand. He squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head to the ceiling.
His chest heaved as he sucked in air, clearly regaining control after heading so fast to the edge of ecstasy. His left hand was balled into a fist at this side.
I lay still, watching him, loving that I could make him battle with his stamina even after all of this time together and after more blowjobs than we could ever count.
He looked back down at me, desire sparkling in his eyes.
“Fuck me,” I said breathily. “Fuck me, Gabe. Fuck me and prove that I’m yours.”
He slid over me, his chest connecting with mine and his cock nudging my leg.
I pressed into him, adoring his weight on me, and his body heat radiating
onto my skin.
“You are mine,” he said. “You’re mine to do whatever I want with.”
“Yes…yes…”
“I’ve fucked your mouth,” he said. He licked the corner of my lips with the point of his tongue. “And now I’m going to fuck your cunt.”
God, I loved it when he said that forbidden word—a word that would never pass his lips in our day-to-day world.
“Please.” I wriggled and managed to get the head of his cock aligned with my entrance. “Please, now.”
He forged in. One fast, hard thrust to full depth.
I cried out, so did he.
He filled me so perfectly, so absolutely.
“Was that what you wanted?” he asked, straightening his arms and looking down at where we were joined.
“Yes, more, give it all to me…” I hooked my legs behind his thighs and squirmed so that my clit was stimulated too.
He pulled out, so just the peak of him was seated in me then he blasted back in.
I shut my eyes—the sensation of him propelling over my G-spot was exquisite.
This time he didn’t pause, he just withdrew and plunged in again.
“Gabe…” I gasped.
He lowered onto me, his mouth at my temple now and his chin butting into my cheek as he fucked me harder, faster.
The pressure was building. My orgasm preparing to detonate. His teasing had wound me up to combustion point and I was nearly there.
I struggled for breath, the air knocked out of me with each one of his forceful thrusts. I didn’t care. I could breathe later.
My clit was being bombarded relentlessly, my pussy filled over and over. The head of his cock was jolting my cervix, creating a deep, dense sensation I loved.
“I’m…I’m…coming…” I managed.
My orgasm claimed me. Gabe didn’t let up, he kept on fucking with near violent jerks of his hips. It was amazing; my climax bloomed on and on, not abating because of the way he was still going at me.
I battled with my binds, rattling the bed. My body was convulsing, the shockwaves beginning in my pussy and extending outwards in blissful tremors of pleasure.
Finally the crest waned, though I was still pulsing and shaking.
“Did I hit the spot?” Gabe asked, slowing.
“You know damn…well you did,” I panted.
He pushed up again and I unhooked my legs from behind his then flopped them to the bed.
“Good.” He propped his weight onto one hand and took my right nipple between his fingers again.
He rolled and tweaked and tugged it long and thin.
“Mmm…” I said, bowing my back. “That hurts so nice.”
He smiled, a dark, wicked smile.
I clenched my pussy around his cock.
He was still hard and thick. I’d come but he hadn’t.
“How do you want to?” I asked, pulling at my arms. Perhaps he wanted to untie me so I could ride him, or maybe he wanted my mouth again.
“How do I want to come?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, you know that’s what I meant.” I ran my right foot down his thigh, over the back of his knee then along his muscled calf. “You want me to ride you cowboy?”
The cheeky grin I’d expected didn’t appear. Instead, he frowned and his eyes narrowed.
“No,” he said.
“So tell me.” I studied his face, looking for clues.
“I want…”
“What?”
“I want your arse.”
Suddenly he was out of me and my face hit the pillow. He’d flipped me with one fast flick of his arm around my torso.
My forearms crossed, the robe tangled and he shoved the material aside.
“Gabe…”
“I want this. I want your arse,” he said, sitting again between my legs, but this time palming my ass cheeks, spreading them wide then pushing them together.
“But…” My stomach clenched with excitement. We didn’t indulge in anal sex very often but when we did it was always intimate and satisfying, though usually pre-planned.
He placed his finger over my tight pucker.
I gasped and turned my head so the opposite cheek was on the pillow.
“I know it’s not a birthday or anniversary but I just can’t stop thinking about fucking your arse.”
“Ahh…” I jerked a little as he slid his finger into my anus, its way eased by my own juices.
“So hot, so tight…” he said. “I want my cock in here, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered, relaxing and accommodating another finger he was pressing into me.
My mind was spinning. What had brought this on?
He gently fucked me with two fingers, getting me pliant and used to him being there.
I moaned and shut my eyes. This was a new turn of events on how I thought the evening would go, but then that was one of the things I loved about Gabe—he still surprised me.
He slipped out and I watched him lean to the bedside drawer and grab a tube of lubrication.
My heart was thudding and my skin tingled.
The bed shifted as he slicked himself up, ready to enter my darkest, most private place.
I closed my eyes, parted my lips and stretched my legs wider.
“Here, like this,” he said, hoisting my hips up and shoving a pillow beneath them. “I want to see where I’m going.”
This position made me so open, so vulnerable to him. But I knew he’d never hurt me, not in a bad way, only in a sexy, pleasurable way.
He was touching my hole again, spreading cool lube around my wrinkled pucker.
“Gabe.”
“I’m here, it’s okay.”
There was excitement in his voice. He was soothing, yes, but also there was a big bolt of eager anticipation there too.
“You’re ready,” he said, leaning over me, his chest coming into contact with my back. “Let me in.”
The head of his cock nudged at my hole. I tried to relax, discard the tension, but it wasn’t easy when I was so wound up and turned on. Damn, he’d fucked my mouth, my pussy and now he was claiming my ass. I loved Gabe, I loved being his. I loved him fucking every inch of me, taking everything I had to give.
He pushed in, just a little bit, slowly, so slowly, allowing my sphincter to ease apart and accommodate his width.
I clenched my fists—my hands tingled from being bound and high—and raised my head. My breath was lodged low down in my chest.
My crown rested against his face and he spoke into my ear.
“Can you feel that?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes, of course.”
“What does it feel like? Tell me.”
“Big.”
“What else?” He gained another inch.
The rim of his glans popped in past my sphincter.
I groaned.
“Baby, tell me.”
“Wide, and hot, so hot. Not just your cock, but my hole, the stretched skin, it’s on fire.”
His breaths were warm and fast by my ear, storm-like. “Now, how does it feel now?”
As he’d spoken he’d driven in farther. It felt like I had him all now, or at least I hoped I did because I couldn’t take much more.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“What’s it like?” he asked again, more urgently.
What was it with the questions? “I…I’m so full. It’s like you’re part of me. So deep inside me.”
He groaned. “I am. I’m so damn high up in your pretty arse, my arse—I own you, don’t I?”
“Yes. I’m yours, Gabe…”
“So take all of me.” He eased in some more.
Just when I didn’t think I could take another inch of his cock he gave it to me. His balls pushed at my pussy and the root of his shaft stretched my anus so damn wide. Darts of arousal shot to my clit and my pussy trembled for him.
It had been so long since we’d indulged in this. Why did we leave it so many months?
And what ha
d made Gabe yearn for it tonight?
“Are you handling me?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes…”
“Good, because I’m going to come now. In your arse.”
“I want that…oh, Gabe…”
He withdrew, not far, then slid back in.
We both grunted; mine muffled in the pillow, his in my hair.
“I can’t last…” he said.
“So come. Come in me.” I didn’t think I’d orgasm again, the last one was so fresh. But I loved coming first then hearing, seeing, feeling Gabe’s climax without being distracted.
“I’m going to,” he moaned. “Fuck, it’s here…already.”
He shoved into me.
His pubic hair tickled my buttocks and my breasts dragged on the bedcovers.
I splayed my fingers wide, curled my toes and allowed my body to be a vessel for my husband’s pleasure.
“Oh, God, oh, God…” he gasped. “That’s it. Right, high…in you…”
His cock was pulsing, small throbs that my sensitive sphincter absorbed. Warmth seeped inside me, mixing with the lube.
I committed it all to memory. Every groan, jerk and judder. Later, or tomorrow, I’d find that corner of my mind where I’d stored this moment and smile, hug myself and think of Gabe orgasming with his beautiful cock in my ass.
“Ah, Hales, that’s so good…” he said breathlessly and stilling his twitching hips. “So fucking good.” He flopped harder onto me.
“Lift up a bit,” I puffed. “Can’t…breathe.”
“Fuck, sorry.” He pulled away and slid his cock out.
“You didn’t have to…” I felt bereft without him.
“I did.” He reached for my wrists and quickly undid the belt. “You’ve been trussed up like that for too long. I hope you haven’t lost feeling in your hands.”
“No, they’re okay,” I said. That wasn’t quite the truth, they were a little numb and pins and needles jabbed at my fingertips.
He discarded the belt and it slithered to the floor. The bunched-up robe was also abandoned.
“Come here,” he said, scooping me close to his chest.
I pressed my hands between us and linked my fingers, relieved to have my shoulders back in a more natural position.