“I love your ferocious groans, Bryce. They are so fucking hot.” The sound he then gave me vibrated through his chest into mine, sending waves of stimulation coursing all over. He turned around with me still attached to his waist, and made his way out the bathroom. We bumped into the wall near the doorway, making me gasp. Not because it hurt, but because it was raw and utterly hot. He held me there for a short time, looking deep into my eyes. I think he thought the bump had hurt me, because his eyes were intense and caring, so I put my finger to his lips and he gently kissed it. “I love you, Bryce Clark.” His mouth returned to mine, this time harder and heavier than before. I felt probing hardness in between my legs. Mmmm, I love feeling him grow with pleasure. He stumbled out of the bathroom and over to the bed.
“Are you ready?” He mumbled as his tongue untangled mine. Fuck yeah, I’m always ready. We fell sideways, which took me totally by surprise. I squealed and army-rolled across the mattress, managing to land on both feet on the other side. That wasn’t what I was ready for.
“Now that was skill!” I said as I straightened up. I was quite impressed with myself, and it appeared he was too, as he flashed an approving smile.
“That it was my love. So, Ms. Summers, I vaguely recall you telling me not too long ago that you would do ‘anything’. Do you remember?” Damn it, I did vaguely recall saying that as a result of his helicopter manoeuvre and subsequent threat.
“Yes, I did Mr. Clark, but that’s only because you don’t play fair.” He clenched his fist, then relaxed it again. “So, what is it that you want?”
“I want a strip tease.” Really? Shit, I’m no Jamie Lee Curtis. Crap.
“If that is what you want Mr. Clark...” I slowly began to unbutton my vest, swaying my hips to silent music. “Then that is what you’ll get.” This type of move would normally have me laughing hysterically, but when I saw the thrilled expression on his face, I subdued my typical inevitable outburst and continued to please him with my teasing moves. He stepped back to the wall, and aggressively fisted a button that made the electric blinds cover the doors and windows, giving us complete privacy. I slowly removed my vest and twirled it around my finger. My plans had been to sling it on to his head, but my twirling accuracy was a little off and it bounced off the feature wall and landed on the bed. Massive fail you idiot. I shrugged that one off and moved on to my singlet, inching it up ever so slightly a little at a time. Both his hands were now fisting then relaxing, and seeing them do this simultaneously only assured me that I was well and truly tantalising him. I pulled my singlet over my head and scrunched it into a ball. Without thinking, I threw it at him, only this time my accuracy was just fine, and it hit him in the face. Bingo! He groaned and practically tore his t-shirt off, flicking it with precision directly at me. I caught it, which shocked the shit out of us both.
“More skill,” I gloated and giggled as I shot him a seductive satisfied glare. I then tossed his t-shirt over my shoulder and continued my amatory tease, unbuttoning my shorts and wiggling my arse as I pulled them down. I felt more and more empowered as each item of clothing fell from my body. I very seductively stepped out of my shorts and kicked them towards the door. Still swaying my hips from side to side, I stood there in my white matching lace set, feeling the burning heat as his eyes set me on fire. He growled again for me, deep down from within his throat, then he adjusted his shorts, indicating the swelling of his erection was fast filling the space within them. I licked my lips at the sight of him grabbing his package. It really was mouth-watering seeing him cup the very appendage I wanted deep in between my legs. Focus Alexis.
I continued my torturous display by lifting my leg up onto the bed to unzip my ankle boot, and exposing just a small amount of the precise spot he desired the most. I slowly ran my finger along the edge of my G-string seam, lifting it away, giving him just a small glimpse of what was to come. He cracked his neck to the left and again to the right, which made me tingle all over. Fuck, he is sexy. I repeated with the other leg and dropped the boots to the floor.
“Bryce, I can’t possibly continue when you have so much clothing on you. All that material is just not doing it for me.” I raised my eyebrow at him, then looked at my fingers to indicate I was bored. He obliged and kicked his runners off. “Not good enough. You’ll have to lose more than that.” I kept swaying to the music that was not there, then provocatively ran my fingers over the top of my bra, sensitising my nipples. The look of lust he so often directed at me was the biggest turn-on, but this look trumped them all. It not only had my heart pumping, but it also had in between my legs pumping like crazy as well.
I turned my back to him, removed my bra and held it out, then twisted my head around to catch his expression, an expression that could only be described as seriously hankering. I smiled to myself and dropped it on the floor, then hooked my thumbs into my G-string. I bent over baring my arse to him and pulled it down. He let out probably the loudest growl to date.
“Fuck Alexis, you have the sexiest arse alive.” I loved the way he spoke to me. I loved it when he was romantic and pouring his heart out, but I also loved it when he was dirty, raw and salacious. Alexis, snap out of it before the blood runs to your head. What? I was still upside-down. Again I have nothing on Jamie Lee Curtis or Demi Moore. Maybe I should watch Striptease and get some tips! Alexis, stand up. Shit! I slowly stood up and stepped out of my underwear, allowing him to stare at my ‘sexy arse’ just a little longer, but the ache in between my legs was now intense and only he could cure it, so, I spun back around, ready to give us what we wanted and what we needed. He was standing there, naked and ready, with the remainder of his attire nowhere to be seen. The sight of his full and overly stretched cock was gloriously mouth-watering and had me aching all over.
“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage to let out of my mouth. I crawled across the bed to where he was standing. He looked down at me, knowing what I had in mind, and the knowledge of his yearning and excited expectation, filled me, with even more desire. I opened my mouth and tongued the top of his erection in the hope he would growl again, sending excitement through my body. He didn’t disappoint, making me shudder with pleasure, and forcing my mouth to clamp down on him hard.
“Fuck Alexis. Your mouth, it’s, grrrr...” My smile circled his shaft at that very sound, I just couldn’t get enough of it. He placed his hands on my head, but he did not take over in guiding me up and down his luscious length, because he knew I needed no assistance whatsoever when it came to consuming him orally, especially because I was hungry, hungry to bring him undone. I continued to run my tongue up and down his smooth hardness, and forcing him into my mouth entirely, as far as he would go. When he tensed and twitched within me, I knew he was not far away from my goal. He pulled out and directed me to stand up on the bed. I followed his cue, and he lifted me on to him. Yep, there it is!
“Oh, fuck.” The feeling of my inside expanding was ecstasy, and the sensation of him holding my arse, securing me to him only added to it. He walked me over to the bench by the wall near the front door, and in one quick swipe, thoroughly cleared its contents on the floor. Shit, that was hot. It was the perfect height for him to pound me continuously, and he did, in and out, over and over. I swear the tee-pee was shaking, but I didn’t care. It would have been fitting if the whole thing collapsed on top of us. “Bryce.”
“You like this, my love?”
“Uh huh,” I moaned in pleasure. He was sensational, and the momentum he created was perfect. I couldn’t help myself, I let go, threw my head back, and cried out. “Oh fuck!” It occurred to me, that I have never had this much sex in the space of 24 hours before and I was almost certain I wasn’t done yet. We both couldn’t get enough of each other, we were insatiable. He jerked into me and released himself, expelling his fierce groan, and leaving me breathing hard and covered in sweat. Our foreheads touched, and I could finally see what he had all along. We belonged to each other, and I had to start allowing myself to believe it. It was just ev
erything had happened in such a short space of time, and it felt somewhat surreal, like a dream or a fairy-tale, and the fact it was happening to me, of all people, only made it just that much more unbelievable.
“Alexis, Hunny, what are you thinking about?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I guess I’m just waiting to be woken up from this dream slash nightmare.”
“Nightmare?” He looked shocked and a little hurt.
“No, I don’t mean it like that, not at all...” I kissed him, “I mean the nightmare of having a husband that destroyed the very sanctity of marriage. I guess I’m just feeling that what is happening to me right now is so unbelievable. I thought I was happily married, leading a somewhat of a normal life, and now I’m here in your arms and incredibly satisfied. The enormity of it all is only just starting to sink in. It’s just happening so fast, do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, Hunny, I know what you mean. But it also feels like we have been together for a very long time.” We both said that last bit simultaneously. He took a deep breath, then moved my hair away from my face.
“Alexis, sometimes it’s wise not to dwell on the incomprehensible, for if you do, you waste those precious moments of actually accepting it for what it is.” He was right. Geez he’s good at clarifying things! Okay, no more wasting time thinking this is all a dream. It’s not, It has happened—is happening— and I’m going to accept it. I shook my head as if to shake the nonsense away.
“I’m sorry, I’m being an idiot.”
“You are my idiot.”
“Thanks, you can put me down now.”
“No.” I felt him come to life again inside me.
“Mr. Clark, you couldn’t possibly go again.”
He moved his head back. “Is that a dare, my love?” No, because I know you’ll win. Before I could answer his challenge, there was a knock at the door.
“Ha ha,” I poked my tongue out. He responded by continuing to hold me on the bench and tease me with his twitching dick. “Put me down,” I whispered.
“Why? Don’t you want to answer the door like this?”
I giggled, “No, Bryce Edward Clark, put me down now.” I pursed my lips at him briefly. “Just a minute.” I called out as innocently as possible. He surrendered and let me go. I dashed to the bathroom leaving him in his naked glory, and evidence of our fornicating scattered throughout the room.
***
We ate our dinner on the balcony next to the pool, the temperature was still quite humid, and apart from the horrid winged devils that are mosquitos, it was lovely. I decided, I enjoyed watching him eat too. Maybe it had something to do with his tongue moving in and out of his mouth, or the way he licked his lips when some sauce or juices escaped. Whatever it was, I now relished it.
“Do I have something on my face?” He asked, amused.
“Do you want something on your face?” I offered while raising my eyebrow, and still in a teasing mood. Sadly, my phone started ringing, disturbing my new challenge. I dashed to the bedroom to retrieve it, and the irritation I’d felt disappeared when I realised who it was.
“Hello, little man.”
“Hi, Mum.”
“I missed you this morning while you were out on the tractor.”
“Yeah, Poppa and I had to move some hay bales for the cattle.” He loved helping his Poppa do things on the farm.
“Good work, my little farmer. So, how was the drive to Nanny and Poppa’s yesterday?” I figured I’d find out if he had picked up on anything.
“Yeah, all right, except Dad was in a bad mood.”
“Oh, was he? Did he say why?” He better not have.
“No, he just didn’t want to talk to us much, so I played my DS and Charlotte listened to the iPod.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Hey Mum, I saw you on TV with Mr Clark. You looked very pretty, and you looked like you were married. Is that why Dad is mad?” Oh Shit, um what do I say?
“No, I don’t think so mate.” Crap, change the subject. “Hey, Mr Clark said he will take you for a ride in the Crow soon, if you’d like?” Oh Alexis, of all the things you could have said you chose that.
“Yeah? Sick, how soon?” Ah, fuck.
“Maybe next week. Okay, sweetheart, it’s getting late. Is Charlotte still awake?”
“No, she’s already in bed.”
“Okay, I love you ratbag, have a nice sleep okay? I’ll speak to you in a couple of days.”
“Okay Mum, love you too. Bye.” My chest panged as I hung up. He wasn’t stupid and had already pieced a few things together. How was I going to explain to my children that Mummy and Daddy were breaking up? How was I going to explain to Nate in a way that he wouldn’t hate his father or me for that matter? I sat there momentarily with my head in my hands. What am I going to do? The thought of having to explain any of this, without actually explaining it, was just too much. I couldn’t even attempt to figure it out right now, so I walked back out to the balcony.
“Nate?” Bryce asked.
“Yeah,” I responded. “He knows something is wrong.”
“He’s a smart kid, Alexis. I’m guessing he takes after you.”
“Sometimes too smart.” I sat down and put my head back into my hands. “What have I done?”
“There’s nothing you can do right now, so stop torturing yourself.” He sounded angry, so I looked up, a little shocked and offended by his tone. “I don’t like seeing you do this to yourself, you have done nothing wrong. None of this is your fault, Alexis. So give yourself a fucking break.” He got up and started clearing the plates from dinner. At first I didn’t know what to think, everything was going so well, and now I had pissed him off.
“Here, I’ll do that.” I started picking up the rest of the dishes. I seriously felt quite lazy, I hadn’t done a single thing since the Sunday night I drove into his garage resembling a Panda.
“No, I’ve got it.” He stacked them all up and went inside. Shit, well done Alexis. You’ve pissed him off with your constant worrying, lulling and toing and froing. He has organised this dream getaway for us both, has thought of absolutely everything right down to a single rose, and all you have done is feel sorry for yourself. You’re a selfish bitch, no wonder he is shitty. I watched him angrily move about in the kitchen, I felt awful. I need to make it up to him, what can I do?
An idea popped into my head. It wasn’t a grand gesture like he was capable of, but it was an idea, and a good one. I got up and headed to the bedroom. I opened the free standing wardrobe. Excellent! I grabbed the blanket and put it on the bed, then headed to the bathroom and snatched up the candles that were placed around the bath. I need these and some matches. Shit, I need matches. I walked back into the kitchen where Bryce was finishing up. He looked at me strangely, but didn’t say anything.
“Excuse me.” I slipped past him. The cupboard under the sink: good place to start. I crouched down and opened it, but there were no matches. Shit. Crap. Balls. I need matches or this won’t work. Dorothy, yes, surely she’ll have some. I stood back up, walked past him again and went back to the bedroom. I scooped up the blanket and candles then headed out the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I shut it and took off. Please don’t follow.
I made a quick getaway to the Reception office and opened the door. Dorothy was sitting behind the counter.
“Hello, Mrs. Clark.”
I smiled at the sound of it again. “Actually, Dorothy, we aren’t married.”
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you were on your honeymoon. You both look like honeymooners.” We are acting like it too!
“That’s okay. Look, I was wondering if you could help me. I want to set up a romantic picnic out near the helipad. You see, Mr. Clark is a keen astronomer and seeing as it is an incredibly clear night tonight, I was hoping to surprise him with a bit of stargazing.”
She smiled, which then turned into a sneaky grin. “Ah, yes. I almost certainly can help you.” She looked at my items. “No, they won’t do, co
me with me.” Dorothy led me out the back of reception and into a store room. She grabbed a large flat trolley then dragged out two sunlounge mattresses and placed them on top. “Put your blanket on here too.” I did what I was told. “Okay, just in here we have some heavy-duty big pillar candles, in case of a black out.” She opened the box and pulled out six enormous cylinder candles. “And over here are the binoculars.” Oh, even better.
“Excellent, thank you. Oh, I need matches too.”
“Yes, not a problem.” I followed as she pushed the trolley out of the room. “Wait here just a minute Mrs Cla...” She stopped and looked at me for an alternative.
“Alexis, you can call me Alexis.”
“I’ll be back in a second Alexis.” She sounded very excited, I think she liked the whole organising a ‘mission’ thing. I liked the thought of it too. It felt nice being able to do something for him for a change. Dorothy returned to the room with a box of matches, a bottle of champagne, and a bowl of strawberries. “Here you go.”
“Oh, Dorothy, this is just wonderful, thank you.”
“Take this flashlight, Alexis. I know just the place to set up your picnic.” I followed her out past the helipad, and down a small mound, stopping at just the perfect spot. She helped me set up the candles in a large circle, then we dragged the mattresses into position.
“Thank you so much, Dorothy, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. He is going to love it.” I looked at our handy work again, satisfied with our efforts.
“You’re welcome my dear, anything for young love. Now, when you are done, give me a buzz and I’ll come and pack it up for you.” She touched my shoulder and headed back up the mound. I surveyed the area and it was perfect, the sunlounge mattresses now looked like a bed surrounded by a circle of candles, the champagne, and strawberries were in an ice bucket, the binoculars were neatly placed in the middle of the bed, and most importantly, the stars were out and shining brightly. I clapped my hands and headed toward the tee-pee. When I opened the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking as pale as a ghost. He shot up, and at first, I thought something terrible had happened.
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