“Oh God, Alex!” She came almost violently, her internal muscles milking him until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He thrust harder, nearly mindless with the need to come, grunting as he finally found his own release. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his breathing ragged. He lay half on top of her, his chest pressed against her back, trembling, holding her now sated body close to his. Her body still gripped his cock, small spasms that drew out the pleasure for both of them.
“Mmm,” she said softly a few minutes later, turning onto her back, breaking their intimate connection. She snuggled closer, resting her head on his arm. “Good morning.”
Her face was still flushed with the aftereffects of their shared orgasm, her eyes a bit unfocused. He draped one arm across her stomach, absently cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb over a still-hard nipple.
“Good morning to you too, love.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his. This was so much better than it had been just a few days ago. The sex had been great, but, as unmanly as it sounded, he’d missed the closeness of after.
She kissed him back softly at first, then hungrily, and before he even knew what was happening, he was flat on his back, and she was straddling him. Gloriously naked, looking like a wild and wanton woman, she reached up and pulled her hair out of the ponytail she usually slept in. She shook it loose, arching her back so her generous breasts thrust forward.
His hands drifted up from his sides to touch her, but Jess shook her head. She grabbed them, pushed them over his head, her breasts just inches from his mouth. He strained to catch one with his mouth, but again she shook her head. “No touching unless I say so. Put your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you you can move.”
His heart kicked up a notch. This was a side of his wife he’d never seen. He didn’t know what game she was playing, but man, his body liked it. Liked it a lot. “You’re in charge.”
“Yes, I am.” Her eyes danced with sensual delight. “You do only what I tell you to do.”
His cock jumped at her order, and he swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.” The words came out huskier than he’d expected. He reached out, grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind him, then laced his fingers behind his head.
That secret smile lit her face, that same smile he’d seen a flash of last night when she was showing him the books she’d hidden. She leaned over, nibbling the side of his jaw, running her fingers through his chest hair. He squirmed when she moved her mouth lower, running her tongue over each of his nipples. Then she bit one, hard enough to sting, and he nearly came off the bed. His cock surged to life.
“Oh, God.” He panted as she used one hand to hold him down on the bed. He could move if he really wanted to break free, but damn, he wanted to see where she was going with this. They’d just finished making love, and he was ready to go again. Right now. “Do that again.”
“Maybe later.” She climbed off him, but grasped his cock in her hand. “I’ve got other plans for you now.”
God, he hoped so.
“Open your legs.” His heart pounded triple time at the demand in her voice. She wasn’t moving her hand, just holding him, as if she was leashing a beast and calling it to heel. “And bend your knees.”
He shifted on the bed, his blood pumping as he did what Jess requested. He was more than willing to play along, even though it made him feel oddly vulnerable.
She knelt in between his legs, never letting go of his cock, staring directly into his eyes. “I’m wet. And I want you again. But first, I’m going to do what I’ve been dying to do all night.” She licked her lips, staring at his cock, and started to lower her head.
He blinked. He’d been inside her several times over the night, and he wasn’t exactly clean. “Babe, I’d love for you to do that, but let me wash up first.”
She shook her head. “No way,” she murmured. “I want to taste you. I want to taste you and me together.”
Shit, that was hot. His breath strangled in his chest as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, then sucked it into her hot, moist mouth. Her hand slipped down until she was circling just the base of his cock with two fingers. With her other hand, she cupped his balls. Her ring finger slid back and forth toward the crease of his ass, occasionally rubbing across his tight rear entrance.
Without thinking about it, he moved a hand to tangle his fingers in her hair. “Christ, that feels so good.”
Immediately she stopped, sitting back on her heels, settling her hands on her thighs.
“No, don’t stop,” he growled deep in his chest.
“Then put your hand back under your head.”
Damn it, he didn’t want to. He wanted to touch her. He did it, because he’d told her he’d leave them there, but it wasn’t easy.
“You need to understand who’s in charge here. Now, what’s the rule?” She stroked his cock lightly, flicking the slit with her fingernail, then licked the head.
“I do only what you tell me to do.” Sweat popped out across his brow as he forced the words out, and his muscles trembled with the effort of keeping his arms up and his hands under his head. He dug his heels into the bed, struggling to keep his legs open and his knees up.
She nodded and gripped his balls tightly, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. The look on her face was part his sweet Jessica, and part sultry dominatrix. “And you come only when I tell you to come.”
Jesus. He was going to come right now, all over her hand. But he forced it back, swallowing convulsively. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m so glad we have that settled,” she murmured, dipping her head once again.
So was he. Good God, her mouth was a lethal weapon. And when she sucked his balls into her mouth, swirling them around on her tongue, he came unglued. “Please, Jessica, have mercy. I’m going to come.”
“No, not yet,” she said almost absently. “I’m not done playing. But soon. Let me help you with that.” She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the small elastic band she’d used for putting her hair in a ponytail.
No. She couldn’t be doing what he thought she was. Could she? She was. Dear God, she slid it onto his erection as if she was putting on a rubber, and then she rolled it all the way to the base of his cock. It was fairly loose, until she slipped a pinkie under it, and twisted it once.
His back arched off the bed, and he gritted his teeth. His body stayed on the razor’s edge of climax but he didn’t go over.
“Jesus, Jess.” He moaned as she took his cock in her mouth again and sucked hard, deep, swallowing him. The back of her throat worked against the head, over and over again as she swallowed, her tongue lashing against his length. The pain of arousal was almost unbearable, and he thought he might die from the burning need to come.
But what a way to go.
He let out a disbelieving groan as Jess sat back again on her heels, her finger still twisted in the elastic band. His cock was glistening wet, and about as engorged as he’d ever seen it. A steady stream of fluid leaked from the slit, but there was no relief. He didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on before, and didn’t think he could string two sentences together if he had to.
“Would you like me to let you come now?” she asked softly, cupping his balls again.
“Oh, God, yes. Please. I’m begging.”
“Begging is good,” she breathed, gasping as she slipped her hand between her legs, dipping her fingers inside her pussy. God, he wanted to be there, where she was touching. He wanted his cock there, or his mouth. But she shook her head again when he rolled his hips toward her. “No.”
When she removed her fingers, they were covered in her slick fluids, dripping with her desire. She held them up so he could see, and he swallowed hard. “Let me taste.”
“No. I want you to close your eyes. No looking, no touching, or I stop what I’m doing.”
His eyes drifted shut without his permission. She’d commanded it, he’d done it.
She rubbed her wet hand up and down his cock, and all over his balls, pressing against the tight hole of his ass with a wet finger. Then her hand disappeared, and when it came back, it was even wetter. She circled the hole, stroking lightly over it. The feelings were incredibly hot, wildly arousing, but not something he was used to.
“What are you—?” he asked, but she cut him off before he could blurt out his panic.
“Shh. Don’t think. Just feel.” She pushed harder, and his body started to open to her questing finger. As she probed gently with her finger, she took his cock back into her mouth.
He was coming apart at the seams, and she must have known it. “When I count to three, I want you to come for me, Alex. One.” She buried her finger deep in his ass, plunging it in and out as if she was fucking him there. “Two.” She loosened her grip on the elastic band and eased the constriction. “Three,” she finished, sucking him so hard he slid deep into her throat.
He came with a roar, shouting out his release. His hands came down, and he grabbed her hair tightly, pumping his hips, plunging into her mouth. Over and over and over again, until he was finished coming.
Or thought he was. He fell back against the pillow and forced his eyes open. There was a wild look on Jess’s face as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, across her clit, rubbing furiously. Moving faster than he thought he could, he flipped her onto her back, and drove into her, his cock still hard and throbbing from his release. He grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head and held them in one of his.
He stroked in and out, furiously, madly, wanting her to come as hard as he had.
She did, with a loud shout that echoed in their bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on, holding them locked together. As she contracted around his cock, he came again, once more, draining him dry.
He knew he was too heavy, but damned if he could move. He lay on top of her, buried deep inside her, boneless and exhausted. “Where the hell did you learn that trick with the hair band?” Still breathing hard from the force of the best orgasm he’d ever had, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was lying on top of him.
“Where do you think?” Her voice was both shaky and seductive at the same time. She kissed him tenderly, then lay her head on his chest. “I read it in a book.”
“Worth. Every. Fucking. Penny.” Her hesitant but honest admission made him feel like king of the world. “Remind me to get you a big gift card to the bookstore to stock up on more.”
Chapter Six
The rest of the morning was surreal, and Jessica felt as though she’d fallen into an alternate universe. They lounged in bed for about another twenty minutes, then went downstairs to make breakfast. She wore nothing but a robe, and Alex wore his birthday suit. She whipped up some eggs, microwaved some bacon, and had just popped the toast in the toaster when Alex backed her up against the counter, shoved the robe wide open and dropped to his knees in front of her. By the time he was done pleasuring her with his mouth and his hands, she was as limp as spaghetti.
And breakfast was cold.
They warmed everything back up in the microwave, took their plates back to their room, and had a naked picnic on their bed.
“Will you show me the rest of the books?” Alex asked, out of the blue.
Jessica was finishing up the last of her toast and nearly choked on the piece in her mouth. “What?”
“The books you have hidden in that box. I want to know what turned you on about them.” He cocked his head and gave her a measured look. “Are there things in them you’d like to try?”
Gulp. Plenty of them. Maybe sharing those with Alex would be easier now since he’d asked the question. Which meant he was interested in trying new things too. Right?
She hoped that was the case, but first, she wanted to be certain he knew what he was asking. “Are you sure you want to know? Yesterday morning, while you were all at baseball practice, I decided I’d rather have our sex life, and our marriage, just the way it is, and not take the chance of messing things up by making you uncomfortable. Or unhappy.”
“I’m sure.” He took her plate and put it on the nightstand with his, then clasped her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Honey, I love you. The thing that makes me unhappy is you hiding things from me. As for uncomfortable, I won’t know until you tell me what you want. Like this morning, when you took control. That’s something you wanted to try, wasn’t it?”
Thank God, he’d started with a relatively easy one, although she felt a blush warm her face. “Yes. I really wanted you tied to the bed but this was good too.”
“Damn, babe. Did you think I wouldn’t like being at your mercy? Sweetheart, that was, bar none, the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Spots of color rose in his cheeks, making them a matched set. “Never in a million years did I think a finger up my ass would make me come, but between that and you swallowing my cock, it felt damn good. I’m not so sure about being tied up, but I’m willing to give it a try. Especially if it means another five-star orgasm.”
He blew out a long breath, then laughed self-consciously, waving a hand in the general direction of his semi-erect penis. “Jesus, I’m already getting turned on. Again. I’m thirty-six years old, and I’ve been hard more times in one day than I was as a teenager. And you’re afraid to share this kind of stuff with me.” He smiled wryly. “Hell, no. Bring it on.” He lifted her hand and placed a lingering kiss on her palm. “What else have you been imagining?”
The fire in his eyes seared her, and his voice, raw with need, gave her the courage to continue. Rather than answering, she climbed onto her knees and straddled him, rubbing her mound against his erection, wetting him with her arousal. She leaned forward and kissed him, openmouthed, loving the taste of him. He kissed her back, tangling his tongue with hers. But when he grabbed her hips and held her down against his body, she twisted out of his grasp and climbed off his lap.
“Hey,” he complained. “Where are you going?”
She grinned over her shoulder at him. “I just needed to get to this side of the bed. To the books.”
“Tease.” He gave her a mock scowl but the light in his eyes gave him away. “I ought to punish you for that.”
“Promise?” She kept a close eye on his reaction as she forced herself to respond. This was one of the more extreme—and therefore harder—things to share with him. “That’s something I want you to do to me. I want you to tie me up, and I want you to spank me.”
The look on his face was priceless, and she seemed to have rendered him speechless.
“Alex?” She turned back to face him fully. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
It took as long for him to answer as it did for him to move to the edge of the bed and plant his feet solidly on the floor, less than a foot away from her. “Once my heart starts beating again, yeah.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, frowned. “I don’t know if I can hit you, sweetheart. Are you sure?”
His concern seemed to be about her welfare, not about how kinky the request was, and that was a relief. “Sure I want to try it? Yes. Sure I’ll like it and want to do it again? No.” She shrugged. “It’s not like I want to be whipped with a belt. I’m talking about using your hand, or a soft flogger. It’s not abuse, Alex. It’s foreplay.”
“I know I keep saying this, but damn.” He shook his head, looking a little dazed. “Is this something you fantasized about?”
“Yeah.” She dropped to her knees, pulled the box out from under the bed and found the book she’d bought online. The cover was wild, with a woman on her knees, her hands bound behind her back. The man behind her was holding a leather flogger. The woman’s ass was pink, as if it had just been kissed by the flogger’s tails.
She handed it to him, staying on her knees in front of him. Striking a submissive pose, she clasped her hands behind her back, spread her knees, lowered her gaze—although she could still see Alex’s face—and waited. Just like the woman on the cover. He’d understand th
e significance of it, if he looked at the book.
He read the back cover, then flipped it over, staring at the photograph. Then he looked at her, his eyes wide. “Babe,” he said softly.
She lifted her eyes to his. “I want to submit to you. In the bedroom only, and maybe only once, but I want to try. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you think will make my pleasure greater, whatever you think I can handle. I want to put myself completely in your hands. That’s what this book is all about. He’s a dominant, looking for a new submissive. She’s never tried it before, but she’s wondered and fantasized and hoped to find someone open enough to help her find out if that’s what she wants. It’s all mutual. He takes his pleasure from hers. He doesn’t want to hurt her, except in ways that will increase her pleasure. Like flogging, or tying her up. He wants her mindless with need, but he wants to make her beg to be allowed to come.”
Alex gaped at her. “Like you did with me this morning. You wanted to play the dominant, and now you want to try the submissive role?”
Jessica nodded, but then frowned. “And don’t ask me—I don’t know why I want it. Part of me thinks it’s sick and twisted.”
He started to interrupt, but she cut him off.
“The other part of me says screw it. I don’t know why it turns me on, why I want it, but I don’t care. The fantasies of submission are driving me mad.” She laughed self-consciously. “I’m so drenched right now, I’m going to leave a puddle on the floor.”
Yeah, join the club, Alex thought. Jesus Christ. Who was this wild woman on the floor—on her fucking knees in front of him—and what had she done with his reserved, sweet wife? He could barely wrap his head around it. The mere thought of dominating Jess in the bedroom—tying her up, making her beg, hell, even spanking her sexy ass—made him want to get started. Right now.
Truth be told, their sex life had become more routine, less spontaneous in these past few years. He hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t realized he needed more until she’d started with the insatiable routine three months ago.
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