by Lacey Thorn
She wasn’t naïve and neither was Clint. They both understood that marriage and their relationship were something they had to work at and maintain. It wouldn’t always be easy or smooth sailing. But then, the important things in life rarely were.
She glanced up at him and smiled. Someday she hoped they had a little boy who looked just like him, all shaggy blond hair and big green eyes.
He dropped a kiss on her brow. “I love you, Mischa.”
“I love you too.”
They just stayed there for a while, content to sprawl half-dressed across one another. She wondered if Clint even realized that he continuously ran his hand over her skin, just soothing and touching. Probably not. He was just one of those people who liked to touch. He was always hugging, kissing or rubbing on her. She loved it.
“I can’t decide if I want to collapse on the bed for the rest of the night or not,” Clint said as he stretched and shifted.
“I’d say we could snuggle and watch a movie or two, but there’s the whole no-television thing.”
“So, how much trouble would I be in if I admitted that my laptop is hidden in the car?”
Mischa laughed. “Depends on why it’s hidden in the car.”
“Well, I thought it would be great to have just in case we needed it.”
“No work?”
“No work.”
“Don’t suppose you have any movies hidden with it that we might want to watch.”
“I may have bought a few newer releases that we both mentioned wanting to see and haven’t gotten around to.”
“There’s popcorn in the kitchen.”
“So I’ll go grab the laptop and movies and set it up in the loft? You make the popcorn?”
“I’m glad you thought of it. I’ll meet you up there!”
Clint kissed her softly then pushed to his feet. “Do I know my wife or what?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and made her laugh harder. Yeah, he knew her pretty well. She pushed to her feet and pulled the top of her dress up and tied it real quick. It definitely needed to go upstairs and find its way into the bag she’d brought along just for their dirty clothes. She snickered. There certainly wouldn’t be a lot of laundry to do when they got home.
She heard the door open and close and Clint yelled out as he headed toward the loft. She got the popcorn popping and opened the fridge to grab some bottles of water. After searching a few cabinets she found the perfect bowl to use for popcorn and rinsed it out. She could hear the shower as she headed up the stairs. Just the thought of all those showerheads drenching her in hot water made her sigh in anticipation.
They really needed to check into getting shower like that for home. Maybe for their next anniversary.
Chapter Eight
They spent the next day hiking all the different trails. It was fun to be out and about just exploring with no real agenda. It was so easy to get caught up in work at home and forget that there was a whole world out there that didn’t involve their jobs. They ran and played and took pictures of everything.
In lieu of a picnic basket, Clint had stuffed everything in the backpack his laptop had been in and carried that with them. They spent the entire day out and enjoyed every moment of it. By the time they got back, they were both ready for a shower and dinner. Afterward, they cuddled and talked for a bit and then fell sleep.
Mischa stretched and yawned her way into wakefulness, she couldn’t help but smile. Today was their anniversary. This was the day they’d married and committed to spending the rest of their lives together. In sickness and in health. Good times and bad. She still recalled perfectly how she’d felt looking into his eyes while they repeated their vows.
Clint was already up, and from the smells, she knew he was busy in the kitchen making breakfast. He was such a great cook. She hurried into the bathroom, eager to start this day. She had something special planned for today. They’d had a nice relaxing day yesterday, so they should both be up for playing out a fantasy today. She’d even go first.
She came out and grabbed the bag of goodies she’d brought with her and set the bed up for later. She placed a few other things on the bed. She wasn’t sure if they’d use them or not, but she’d bought them just in case. With one last look, she headed downstairs and followed her nose to the kitchen.
Clint was just setting stuff on a tray when she walked in. He was wearing the same apron and she grinned.
“I think I really need a picture of you like that to take back with me.”
“Only if I can take a few of you too,” he responded.
Mischa thought for a minute. “Okay.” She’d let him paint her first then let him take some pictures. That would be one way to get him interested in all the body paints she’d bought and brought with her.
Clint’s eyes lit up. “Have to use the digital camera, so no one else sees.”
“Absolutely,” she agreed. They still had a 35mm camera they used often. They both enjoyed taking pictures with it. That was the camera they’d used yesterday and those were the pictures they would share with their families and friends.
“Hungry?” Clint’s voice was husky and she knew that he was not just referring to the food he’d cooked.
“Starved,” she admitted. She wasn’t talking about food either.
“Grab the coffee and meet me at the table?”
She nodded and headed over to pour them both a mug before following him. The table was gorgeous. He’d gone outside and picked some of the wildflowers and placed them in a cup of water. It was a colorful hodgepodge of blooms that made her heart smile.
He took the cups from her and set them on the table before pulling her into his arms for a good morning kiss that had her toes curling.
“Happy anniversary, Mischa.”
She sighed. “Happy anniversary, Clint.”
“I was thinking this morning about how nervous I was waiting for you to walk down the aisle.”
“You were nervous?”
“Hell, yeah! There was always the chance you’d come to your senses and run away.”
Mischa laughed. “Never.”
“You were the most beautiful bride in the world. The way you piled your hair up in loose curls that surrounded your face.”
“I didn’t know you paid attention to my hair.”
“I pay attention to everything about you. The way you nip your bottom lip when you’re worried or thinking. The way you tilt your head to the right when you’re really listening intently to something. The sound you make when I hit just the right spot when we make love.”
“You hear that sound a lot.”
“That sound’s important to me.” He stepped back and tilted her head up to look at him. “I know I’m not perfect. I make mistakes. I forget things, and, sometimes, I get so wrapped up in a project at work that I forget anything else exists.”
“I’m just as bad.”
“Think that’s what makes us so perfect for each other?”
“I think it helps.”
“You’re more than just my wife, Mischa. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re mine too.”
He pulled her in and kissed her again, softly, and then just hugged her close. It felt perfect.
“Let’s eat before it gets cold,” he murmured and held a chair out for her. “I have to say that I may demand we eat naked from now on.”
She smiled. “I’m not sure we could do this at home. Not with the way the backdoor looks right into our table. Not with the way people show up out of the blue.”
“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed with a sigh. He looked seriously disappointed, which made her laugh again.
“Did you have anything planned for today?” She hoped he didn’t. She really wanted to spend the day in bed with him.
He looked at her for a long moment and finally shook his head. “What do you have in mind?”
“I might have a plan or two,” she admitted.
“Any hints?”
“I thoug
ht we might play out another fantasy and see how it goes.”
He shifted in his seat. “No hints?”
“I’ll let you see for yourself when we go back upstairs. I’ve got it all set up for us.”
He grinned at her and dug into breakfast with more gusto. She did too. If things went as she planned they would be needing all the energy they could get.
She was on pins and needles by the time they started up the stairs. She couldn’t wait to see his face. This was one of the sex fantasies they talked about most. They both desired it in some fashion.
She heard Clint catch his breath when the bed came into view. She looked at it with a critical eye, taking notice of how he was seeing it. The velvet cuffs were already attached to the four posts of the bed just waiting to embrace someone. She had a blindfold, both a slip on and a silk cloth they could tie as well, at the top of the bed on a pillow. Then she had a ball gag, a vibrator, a feather and some honey dust. She still wasn’t certain on the gag but it had come with the beginner’s bondage set she’d purchased.
“What do you think?” she asked when he just stood there and looked.
“Are you sure about this?”
She nodded her head. “I thought maybe we’d take turns.”
He swallowed audibly and nodded.
“I’ll go first,” she said and moved to sit on the bed. She gestured to the stuff just lying in the middle. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like to use or not. Some of it came with the cuffs.”
He finally unglued his feet from the floor and moved toward the bed. He picked up the ball gag and tossed it aside. “Although there are times I’ve wanted to gag you, it’s never been during sex.”
Mischa laughed. “Hey!”
Clint grinned as he picked up the feather and dust. “Now these are definitely required. This too,” he added as he picked the vibrator up.
She scooted up the bed and picked a blindfold up in each hand. “These?”
“You okay with being blindfolded?”
She nodded. “I wouldn’t have bought them if I wasn’t okay with trying.”
“Which totally makes me rethink the whole gag thing,” he said, glancing to where he’d dropped it.
She laughed again and threw a pillow at him. “Very funny, Mr. Comedian.”
He moved over to set the things he wanted to use on the table beside the bed and then slid onto it next to her. “Which one do you want?” he asked as he took the blindfolds from her and looked at them.
“Why don’t we try the one that just slides into place for now?” she offered.
He pulled the other one through his fingers and wiggled his brows at the easy glide of the silk. “I might have another use for this one anyways.”
He pushed her onto her back on the bed and came over her. His kiss was electric, bringing every nerve in her body alive. He took her hands in his and extended them over her head then out to the sides before letting go. She watched his face as he reached for the first cuff and brought it toward her arm.
“Just slip it over my hand and pull it snug at the wrist,” she whispered.
He slid the first cuff into place and wrapped it securely around her wrist, adjusting the Velcro several times before he was satisfied. Then he did the same to her other wrist. His cock was hard and ready and it brushed her several times as he moved around her. She wanted to taste it, to suck it and lick it. She knew he could see it in her eyes.
He shifted so that he was kneeling up by her head and leaned in letting his cock graze her cheek. She was splayed out on top, her hands unable to grip him and bring him to her lips. She moved her head trying to get him in the position she wanted but he evaded her. He toyed and played rubbing over her lips but not letting her take him between them and suck him deep as she wanted.
“If I let you do that, this will end a lot quicker than I want it to.”
“Or it could just take the edge off and give you more time to play,” she shot back.
He smiled and moved off the bed. She watched him walk to the foot of the bed and held her leg out to him when he picked up the cuff. He secured her quickly then moved to the last post where she held out the other leg for him.
“Just one more thing,” he said and moved back onto the bed with her. He leaned in close and traced his lips softly over hers. The next thing she knew he’d slipped the blindfold into place and adjusted the back so that it wouldn’t roll up or down.
“Is that okay? Does it pull your hair?”
“It’s fine,” she said. She couldn’t see anything. It was completely dark.
“Can you see anything?” His voice sounded as if it was coming from the side of the bed. The side where all the stuff he planned to use was.
She shook her head.
“Good,” he whispered and she could tell he’d moved. She was breathing faster, not with fear but with anticipation, and it was making it difficult for her to follow the sound of his movement. She had no idea when or where he would touch her. Her nipples were hard points and she could feel her juices coating her pussy.
A finger trailed through her sprawled thighs and she moaned and tried to follow it with her hips.
“I’m guessing this really turns you on.”
She heard him suck his fingers and knew he tasted her on his tongue. The thought made her even wetter.
“How about this?” he whispered the question just before she felt something else slide between her thighs. It was the silk cloth that had been the other option for a blindfold. He ran it between her legs, tracing a path along her inner and outer thighs, across her abdomen, around her breasts, grazed her nipples and then slipped between her wet folds. Then he traced the same pattern again.
She moaned and tugged at her bonds. Clint’s laugh was a husky wash over her skin. She could feel his breath on her nipple and tried to lean toward him. She really wanted to feel him sucking on her nipples, wanted the graze of his teeth there. But he wasn’t cooperating.
She groaned and let her body sink back down on the mattress. That’s when he struck. He gripped her nipple between his teeth and tugged softly before sucking her just the way she liked. She could feel his body next to hers on the bed, the hard rise of his cock along her hip. Then he was gone and she was left moaning for more.
She felt the tickle of the feather over her stomach. It had her quivering and catching her breath. He ran it along her thighs, across her nipples, and up over her cheek. He trailed it down the inside of her arms and had her squirming at the ticklish feel. Then it was gone.
She strained her ears, trying to hear what he was doing. Was he getting the vibrator next? She was so wet and ready. His hands cradled one of her feet and massaged over it. She groaned and flexed her toes in his grip. She felt his breath and then he was sucking her big toe into his mouth. Her nipples were tingling, remembering how that felt.
He moved to the other foot and treated it equally. His mouth moved away and she felt the bed shift between her legs. She could feel him there, the brush of his skin against hers and he ran a hand up the inside of her legs, forging a path for his wicked tongue to follow.
She was moaning and wiggling, desperate to feel him between her legs. She needed to feel him inside her. Her pussy was so ready to be fucked. But he didn’t touch it, skirting around it and moving up over her stomach to play there. She could feel the heat of his chest pressing her sex and ground her hips up into him as best as her confinement would allow.
He moved up farther, licking under her breasts and around the sides. His hard abdomen now pressed tight against her pussy.
“Clint,” she moaned his name. She was vibrating with need.
“Shhhh,” he whispered softly and licked over first one nipple then the other before pushing her breasts together and blowing across them both. He shifted above her and straddled her chest.
He pushed her breasts tighter together and his cock fucked up between her cleavage. They both moaned. He stroked his cock there, using his thumbs to rub over her nipples and urge t
hem to impossibly tighter points. She buried her chin down in her chest and flicked her tongue out searching for him.
He groaned and on the next stroke of his cock the head just nudged her tongue before sliding back down. She strained harder, matching the flick of her tongue to when she could feel it rising out of the top of her breasts. This time she was able to flick it all the way over the head, tasting a bit of pre-cum.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
He released her breasts and shifted again, sliding his legs between hers and coming down on top of her. His chest crushed her to the bed and he took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. She could feel his cock pressing along the lips of her pussy and pressed up into him, coating him with her cream.
She broke from the kiss, panting. “I need you.”
He groaned and ground his hips down into hers. “There’s more I want to do.”
“Please, Clint. I can’t wait much longer. I need to feel your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Ride me hard until we both can’t take any more.”
He groaned again and moved. Mischa cried out, pulling at all four of her bonds. Then she felt Clint at her feet. He made short work of releasing her legs. Then he was back on the bed moving into her. He took her feet and slid them up onto his shoulders then leaned down into her.
“Like this.” She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but it didn’t matter. She loved it like that, loved how deeply he filled her in that position. She nodded her head vigorously, “yes” a mantra that spilled from her lips.
He shifted his hips and let his cock spear through her folds, butting against her clit before sliding lower again. He stroked her that way several times before he finally slid low enough to allow the head to lodge at her opening on his next upward movement. He held still for what felt like forever.
“Fuck me,” she cried. Then cried out again as he slammed inside.
It was as hard and fast as she wanted it, as she needed it. He forged so deeply that she swore she could feel him right at her womb. He was relentless. He kept the strokes coming. Hard, fast and so incredibly deep. She was screaming and begging incoherently. Her hands fisted and tugged at the bonds and her feet flexed against his shoulders as she tried to lift her hips into his thrusts.