Zane 2 (Pleasure Extraordinaire: Part 2)

by Liv Bennett

  Sliding out of my flimsy night gown, I examine my belly. My hands cover it instinctively as thoughts of my son growing start relaxing me. I shouldn’t allow the disturbing thoughts about my body image to turn a miraculous happening into a sorrowful one. My husband loves me. We both have come a long way to have each other. He won’t run to the first woman in his way because of the few pounds I’ve gained due to our son. Well, a few isn’t exactly the right term for thirty pounds, but, oh well.

  I let the water run while I pee and then get in the shower. The drops of lukewarm water rolling down my skin make me forget about my earlier frustration as they wash away the sweat. I leather my body with a coconut-scented soap, picturing my husband’s hands spreading the foam down my neck and all over my breasts.

  My hands become gentle when I rub my belly, feeling the subtle moves of my son, perhaps turning or kicking inside it. But, when it’s time to soap my hips, my frustration returns full force. Their width can compete with the horizon. No wonder Zane isn’t as enthusiastic as he used to be when it comes to having sex doggy style. I wouldn’t want to watch my butt from a close-up angle either.

  I hurry to shampoo my hair before stepping out. Water dripping down my body, I reach for the towel.

  Just then, the bathroom door opens and a sleepy Zane steps in. “There is my beautiful bride!” He stops for a brief moment to drink me in with half-hooded eyes.

  Not wanting him to see me completely naked, I quickly wrap the towel around my body. “Good morning, baby.”

  His eyelids remain only half-open, his cock swaying left and right, as he walks to the toilet bowl and pees. He’s always naked during bedtime and I envy him that. I used to be the same during the first few months of our relationship, when I looked good.

  I take the opportunity to dry my hair and shoulders and run a comb through my hair. Our eyes find each other through our reflections in the mirror and his smile grows. I realize I’m patting my inner thighs with the towel and the look in his eyes is proof he’s noticed it too.

  “Need help to reach the unreachable spots?” He winks with a smile.

  I’m not a prude by any means. In fact, his deep voice ignites flames in my core, but his question is the exact reason for my fears. I’m so wide and inflated, there are points on my body that I can’t reach. If I’d known I’d end up estranging my husband with my pregnancy weight, I’d have become a fitness guru before getting knocked up.

  I force myself to smile and turn my back to him to gain a little more privacy. Still, I can sense his eyes on me, studying my body. My skin burns, new beads of sweat forming on my forehead, chest and armpits. God, if only weight gain was my sole problem.

  He moves toward me, his hand touching my back, tugging at my towel from behind. Panic rises inside me. I want to run and hide myself in the darkest corner of my home where he can’t see the beast I’ve become.

  “You’re so fucking tempting.” He leans in, his lips touching the moist skin of my neck. Despite my attempt at squeezing the towel with my elbows to keep it tucked in under my arms for a little longer, he yanks it away and tosses it on the floor, leaving me buck naked before him.

  For a moment when his cock slides over my butt, I forget that my body isn’t in optimal shape, and that I carry a life inside me. I go back to being his bride, the woman who has no reservations when it comes to sex.

  God, the things I’ve done with him sexually…

  I chuckle when I remember the days I thought anal sex was something I’d never even experiment with. Now it has become a part of our sex routine, together with office sex, car sex, public fingering, and blow jobs in the movies…the list goes on. I can’t help but jump my husband’s bones whenever I get a chance.

  A mixture of melancholy and sadness engulfs me. Will we be able to go back to those reckless days? The feeling dissolves into thin air when he grinds his cock against my ass and the hard grip of his fingers around my forearms turns on my inner switch.

  Desire to have him inside me sets my skin aflame. My nipples stand to attention, and Zane sneaks his hand under my arm to run his palm over my aching breasts.

  “You know what happens when I get you naked and wet.” He growls as he presses his hand against my breasts until pain surfaces, his cock thick and hot against my skin, the animalistic want deep in his voice.

  I sure as hell know. My body trembles at the audible threat in his words. I suck in a deep breath of air, knowing all too well he’ll have me panting and screaming in a matter of minutes.

  His hips moving in a slow rhythm, he lets his hand glide down my belly until his fingertips reach my mound. The heat of his soft breathing is an undeniable tease on my sensitive skin. If it wasn’t for his other hand holding me steady, I’d stumble to the floor when he runs his finger between the lips of my sex, delving through the aching folds.

  “Already wet? Baby, what am I going to do with you?” He leans in to dig his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. His bite, bordering on painful, has my clit trembling on the spot.

  When the tip of his finger softly brushes my clit, only as a tease, rather than soothing out its unbearable throbs, I mumble, “Zane!” through my loud heartbeats.

  “Easy.” He drags his finger up until it reaches my mound, keeping me at the edge for a little longer as he indulges in his favorite type of torture. And then, ever so slowly, he slides it back down, through the lips of my sex until his whole hand is cupping me.

  My knees go loose and I quickly hold on to his arm as a support. Yet, sexual tension thickens inside me, desperately searching for relief. I buck my hips up and rub my clit against his long, thick finger, already feeling the first bursts of explosion approaching.

  “So eager. My beautiful bride can’t get enough of me.” His whisper is restrained, so is his cock plastered between our bodies. When he thrusts his finger into me, swirling around to tease my delicate flesh, the temptation to beg him to end my misery becomes too strong.

  His name rumbles in my throat through my loud moans as he strokes me with just the right amount of pressure to keep me on edge, but not trigger that explosion. Damn man!

  My palm covers his hand between my legs to push his fingers deeper inside me. “Please! I can’t take it anymore.” I know my pleas will go unheard. When he has the chance, he’d rather feel my climax with his cock buried deep inside me. That’s why when at home, his fingers are only used for foreplay.

  He laughs, growling. “That’s nothing. You’ll have something bigger to take. I was just getting you lubricated enough for the onslaught.” As expected, he pulls out of me, leaving me only inches away from the wild explosion he has prepared me for all this time. “Place your hands on the counter.”

  I frown, possibly pouting too, as I don’t want to be facing the mirror while having him inside me.

  “Be a good wife and do as I say.” He glares at me for having to repeat himself as he likes total surrender during sex.

  “I don’t like it when…” Words stick in my throat, and I start to cross my arms over my large boobs.

  He yanks my hands away before my hands reach for my arms and flips me around toward the sink, the abrupt move making me dizzy.

  Suddenly, his hand splayed on my back pushes me down to the counter top of the sink, arranging my body so he can take me from behind. Why the hell did I think he didn’t enjoy doggy style?

  “Why so shy, baby? It’s not like we’re fucking for the first time.” His sultry voice eases my earlier tension, and lust darkens his eyes as they glide down the curves of my back. “You don’t like watching yourself getting fucked? How pink your cheeks flush when I bury myself deep inside of your wet pussy? Is that the reason why you can’t watch yourself in the mirror?”

  I grin in the midst of my panting. Can someone be so clueless of their spouse’s insecurities? The kind of shyness Zane imagines me having is way sexier than the lack of self-confidence that is the real reason for my hesitation. That’s why I don’t correct him. Still, I close my eyes to avo
id the sight of my enormous body manhandled by my very attractive husband.

  He nudges my legs open with his knee while I firmly press my hands on the counter top and stand on the tip of my toes to reach the height of his cock.

  I hear him chuckle when a shiver runs down my body at the touch of his cock on my buttocks. My ass is for him to take whenever he wants, but I’m desperate to have him inside my sex first to get that first round of climax I’m craving.

  His hands land on me to spread my butt cheeks wide open for him. I can feel warm juices leaking down my sex to my inner thighs. He must have noticed them too, because he slides a finger through my folds to wipe the juices up and spread them around my back entrance. His thumb rubs around the tight muscles circling my anus, warming them up and creating one more spot of lust and desire for me to struggle with.

  I moan.

  “Goddamn it, woman! Open your eyes and watch me fuck you. Enjoying your husband’s cock is nothing to be ashamed of.” Anger unmistakable in his voice, he plunges into me with one hard stroke, not caring if I’m pregnant or the floor might be slippery.

  His unrestrained thrusts immediately reignite the fire he set off in my core with his fingers. Despite his fury, I keep my eyes firmly closed. I just want to enjoy the incredible sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me without any visual interference with my enjoyment.

  Hungrier with each thrust, I push my hips against him, desperately wanting to reach the point of no return. He digs his fingertips into my waist to hold me steady while accelerating his already unforgiving speed of pumping, clearly mad at me for not following his wish.

  Shallow and irregular, his breath glides down the sweaty skin of my back, its subtle tickles deepening my need for relief. My legs start trembling and I’m afraid my toes will give way under my heavy weight. My core throbs as I feel his cock getting harder inside me. He must be close to climaxing, too. I can tell by the painful tightening of his grip around my waist, and the faster and harder thrusts of his cock, ramming into me with a feeling of finality.

  “Zane,” I hiss, needing his touch on my clit to unleash the first of the orgasms I should be getting from our wild fucking. “Please, I’m so close.”

  It’s strange that he hasn’t already stimulated my clit while inside me, because he gets extra pleasure from leaving me breathless with multiple orgasms.

  Realization suddenly hits me and my eyes snap open at that very instant. The only thing I can spot in the mist-filled room is his glare at me through the mirror.

  Oh, no! He won’t?

  With a sly grin, he pumps his last thrusts into me before loading me with his release. Drops of sweat roll down his beautifully sculpted body, the muscles of his chest and biceps flexing as he pulls out of me. He spanks my butt and dives his hand between my legs to smear his leaking load all around my pussy and ass, spreading the uncontrollable fire of lust all over my throbbing flesh with no prospect of release in sight.

  The desire is so heavy, the release is so close, my loins hurt. His mouth opens to take in deep breaths, and he takes a step away from me, still gazing at me through the mirror. It’s obvious he’s punishing me for not wanting to watch us fuck.

  Still, there’s a way out. Although not as satisfying as his cock, my fingers can give me the relief I crave. As if reading my mind, he grabs my hand before I can reach down to touch myself and flips me around, looking as if he can barely restrain himself.

  “You’re not allowed to,” he growls at me, startling me with his renewed wave of anger.

  I groan in dismay and hold on to the sink behind me to keep from slipping and falling on the floor.

  My body feels too hot. I’m sweating, strands of hair sticking to my face. My cheeks burn, possibly tomato-red from all the physical exertion and the hot desire still rolling inside me. I must look hideous whereas he stands tall and handsome before me, like an Adonis, his spine straight, his shoulders wide, his chest and abs creating the perfect image. His skin is flawless and glowing with a hint of pink spreading across it. Even his hair looks perfect and makes me want to run my fingers through it to ruffle it.

  God, I don’t deserve this man. My lust trickles down to nothing as my mind compares and contrasts my beautiful husband to my unattractive exterior. We might be deeply bonded in our hearts, but the physical attraction between us makes up an undeniable part of our love.

  With such a huge disparity in our looks, I’m afraid ours will be a short-lived affair, even with our marriage vows.

  What will happen is, I’ll give birth to our child and we’ll fall into a routine family life, where we’ll enjoy our kids, but each other, not so much. Eventually, an office fling will take my place in his bed and fill his needs in the passion department.

  Tears sting my eyes as the pain of watching him go to another woman fills my heart. It’s a different pain, one that can break me completely. Perhaps it was a mistake to give myself to him. I wasn’t exactly happy without him in my life but I could survive. Now, though, survival is out of the question if I lose his love.

  “You’ll have to wait until this evening,” he smirks, not having the slightest idea about the tornado of emotions going on inside me. “Make no mistake though, you’ll need to do something special to show me you’re sorry if you want me to forgive you.”

  I force myself to nod and instinctively my eyes fall down to my belly. Maybe it’s the hormones causing me to doubt my marriage. It’s probably a good idea to go see my family doctor. She should know why I’ve suddenly become a bundle of emotions and fears.

  He leans in and presses his lips to my sweaty forehead, possibly wincing at the saltiness. Stop it! I mentally yell at myself, feeling angry for ruining what could have been a perfect moment of intimacy with my husband.

  Hesitantly, I lift my arms to hug him. “I’m sorry.”

  His arms move around my shoulders and he caresses my hair, kissing the top of my head. “That’s a good start on your way to forgiveness. If you couple it with a juicy BJ, you’re all set for a round of mind-blowing orgasms. But, you’ll have to wait until this evening.”

  He pulls back to tap my nose before turning around and heading out of the bathroom. I watch after him for a minute, then hop into the shower to wash the sweat off my body.

  CH 26 - JULIE

  ~

  Dressed in a green, low-cut summer dress and a brown blazer, I walk downstairs to the kitchen with Preston in my arms and hear Zane working out in the gym.

  I place the baby on a blanket over the hardwood floor so he can play while I fix us breakfast. He’s learned to pull himself up just recently and now dedicates most of his energy to practicing grabbing onto any furniture of his height. As expected, he spots the drawers below the counter tops and starts crawling toward them.

  He’s a baby boy every mother would wish for. He cries only when he is hungry or needs a diaper change and more often than not sports a sweet smile on his cute face.

  Zane hired a thirty-six-year-old mother of two, who gave birth to her second child around the time of Preston’s birth as Preston’s nanny and breastmilk supply. She brings her kids to our home every day while Zane and I go to work. So far, Preston seems to like the kids’ company and thrive on her milk.

  While keeping an eye out for Preston who already has his hands on the drawer handles, I warm up his breakfast and start fixing eggs and breakfast sausages for Zane and me. The water from the gym bathroom tells me Zane will join us for breakfast. Piling two plates with eggs and sausage, I put Preston in his high chair and settle on the chair next to him at the breakfast island, feeding him and me at the same time.

  Zane walks in half-naked with a towel wrapped around his hips, the crisp white of it creating a heart-melting contrast with his sun-kissed skin. He kisses Preston’s head and then my cheek before taking his seat next to me and gobbling up his eggs. Not touching his sausages, he pushes the plate in front of me. “You need more protein than I do. Eat these too.”

  I frown. Isn’t he a
ware I’m trying to keep my weight in check?

  “I swear it’s not because I don’t like your sausages,” he says when he glances at my frowning face. He lifts his hands against his chest, palms facing me as if defending himself. “I love them, I swear, but I don’t need a big breakfast. I’m taking the new assistant to the Cranberry Steak House as a part of her welcome package.”

  My mouth pops open in surprise, my mind quickly forgetting about my weight problems. “A new assistant? But, I am your assistant.”

  “As of today, no. You’re only my wife.”

  Only his wife. Only!

  “But…but…” My breathing quickens, my lungs already squeezed behind my placenta. “When did you hire her? Why didn’t you tell me? Does she have any administrative experience? This is an important position. The company’s future depends on it.”

  Of course, the one and only question I want ask him is if she’s hot, but it’ll take probably a decade or two of marriage before I reveal to him my insecurities. Even so, it’s not certain whether he will run for the hills or not.

  “She’s good,” Zane starts. “Came highly recommended. Has an Economics degree from UCLA, worked as a director of an online grocery store for three years.”

  Is she pretty? Come on, spill it out already!

  “Is your decision final?” I sip from my tea, hoping the herbs in it will help calm my raging heartbeats. The baby has already started kicking inside me—the poor thing must have felt my stress.

  “Yes, well, almost. She has a six-month probation period like any other employee, but other than that she’s good to go.” He stands and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “I love you, baby. I’ll see you later.”

  When he lifts Preston to give him a hug, I catch his hand to make him turn to me. “Wait, don’t go just yet. Can I meet her? I have nothing to do right now, and Franny should arrive in a couple of minutes.”

  “You didn’t get much sleep last night. I thought you’d want to rest and take it easy for the day.” His bicep muscles inflate as he holds Preston close to his chest. He’s already an irresistible man, but with Preston in his arms, his looks ascend to a whole new level of attractiveness.