by Ann Jacobs
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The silence that hung between them in Gray’s condo was driving Andi quietly insane despite the sensual sounds of background music that surrounded them from all directions. After setting the basket of sex toys she’d bought on a table beside an overstuffed chair, she fished out several fat, fragrant candles and set them on the mantel.
She met Gray’s questioning gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
“Baby, this cozy honeymoon was your idea. You tell me.” Gray stood, his arm muscles bulging when he leaned on his forearm crutches. So far all he’d done was sink onto the sofa in front of a window that overlooked the Gulf, take off his jacket, loosen his tie, and fold back the sleeves of his pale-blue shirt. Now, though, he began a painfully slow trek across the living room floor.
“I want you to tell me what turns you on,” Andi said when he stopped and looked at her with what she hoped was longing…passion…desire for more than a physical release.
“You. Your pretty face. Your soft, soft skin. The elusive bit of lace inside your suit jacket that shows when you move in just the right direction. The curve of your ass and the dip of your waistline where a man could lift you up and…” His brows knit together, and the look on his face bespoke pure pain. “…hell, Andi, you got yourself one lousy bargain. I couldn’t carry you over the threshold if I tried.”
She wanted to throttle him for spoiling the mood with his self-pity, but she gritted her teeth and let the remark pass. When she spoke, she used a deliberately seductive tone. “Do you want to see more of this?” She unbuttoned the top button of her suit jacket to reveal more of the lace demi-bra he’d mentioned, pasting on what she hoped would pass for a sexy come-on-to-me smile.
He groaned, but his gaze held steady on her fingers as she loosened another button, then a third one. When the jacket fell open, his moan was unmistakable. “Yeah, baby. I want to see it all.”
“Then tell me. Damn it, tell me what to do.” If only he could get it through his thick head that he could turn her on as much with words as with action.
“Get rid of the jacket.” He sat, not on the sofa where they’d fucked the first time, but on a matching overstuffed chair. His crutches clattered to the floor, the sound muted by the thick, plush carpeting. “Give me a show I’ll remember when this is over and done. Be my own private stripper.”
His self-deprecating grin took the edge off. Andi chose to interpret it as the first sign that the Alpha male in him was rising up to fight the feelings of inadequacy that now lay at the forefront of his personality. “Yes, Master.” Only half teasing, she let the jacket slide down her arms and onto the floor on top of one of his crutch tips. “Help me here. What next?”
“The skirt. Unzip it slow and easy. Make me wait to see what’s underneath. Think about how hard I’m getting, just visualizing your pretty pussy. Are you getting wet, creaming that lacy green thong I bet matches your bra?”
She was now. Listening to him tell her what he wanted in that deep, mellow voice had her nipples hard and aching, her honey flowing. The thin strip of silk and lace that chafed her slit was sopping wet. Her fingers trembling, Andi unfastened her skirt and let down the zipper inch by inch. A little shimmy of her hips to the rhythm of a slow, sensual jazz piece on the stereo sent the silk shantung fabric slithering down her thighs and calves.
Gray’s sharp intake of breath hinted that he liked the garter belt she’d bought to match the bra and thong. A lot. “You shaved your pussy.”
“I promised I would.” She ran a finger under the sheer silk thong, pulled it aside to give him a better view of her pale, smooth mound that she’d had it waxed at a salon the day before yesterday for his pleasure. Andi glanced at his lap, smiled at the impressive bulge pressing against the lightweight wool of his suit pants. “Will you help me keep it smooth?”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Slide that soaked thong down your gorgeous legs and turn around. Show me your round, firm ass. Think about me putting my cock there. Or in your pussy. Imagine me ramming it down your throat. Picture me coming in you, spurting until you think it’s never going to stop.”
“Yesss. Whatever you want.” Incredibly aroused at his soft-spoken order, Andi turned. Wanting to give him a show he’d never forget, she braced her feet apart—far enough apart that when she bent over, Gray couldn’t help getting a good look at her silky, dripping slit. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking his huge, pulsating cock and sucking him dry…having him invade every orifice, plunder every square inch of her body with his hands and mouth and…
“Your clit is so swollen. So wet, it glistens in the light. Take off your bra and play with your breasts for me. Pretend it’s my hands cupping them, my fingers tugging those rosy, hard nipples until they send shards of sensation straight to your hot little cunt. That’s it.” His sharp intake of breath revealed he wasn’t as detached as he wanted to appear. “Now turn around. I want to see your face.”
Andi whimpered. God but he was driving her to the edge. Driving her to forget about submitting. To take control, crawl onto his lap and impale herself on his hard, male shaft. When she turned and saw he’d freed his sex, she could barely restrain herself from ignoring his order and going on her knees. She wanted desperately to pay homage to his huge, gorgeous cock. To taste the creamy drop of lubrication lodged in its dimpled slit. She longed to roll his testicles between her palms, experience the velvety softness of his scrotum.
With one powerful hand he stroked his cock, taunting her. Making her crazy to make him take her now. “Do it. Play with your nipples. Spread your legs apart so I can watch your honey flow. But don’t come yet.”
Her pussy twitched and gushed more slick, hot liquid down the insides of her thighs to wet the tops of her silk stockings. Her cheeks grew hot—as hot as the rest of her. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. Her cock now. Yet letting her touch him now apparently wasn’t in his game plan.
His searing, one-eyed gaze enthralled her, made her pussy clench and spasm. Her clit throbbed, hardening to a painful bundle of nerves under his stoic scrutiny. She pinched her nipples harder, imagining it was his callused fingers on her flesh and welcoming the pain that took her mind off her need to come.
“I want to touch you, too,” she murmured, her mouth dry from looking…wanting…needing…
“Later, baby. Now I want to watch you come. Touch your clit and come for me.”
Mindless, she slid one hand down her body, over her belly, over the unaccustomed smoothness of her mound, to her swollen, sopping labia. Her palm brushed her pouting clit, sent undulating shock waves straight to her womb. She spread her labia, brushed her clit fully, pinched it gently between her thumb and finger while she tugged at first one aching nipple then the other.
“Let go. You’re on the edge. That’s right. Pretend it’s my fingers stroking you. My tongue brushing your clit. Imagine it’s my tongue fucking your cunt, priming it for my cock. Jesus, I’m about to burst and I haven’t even touched you. I want you shaking like a leaf before you come here and let me feed you my cock.” His husky, breathy voice hinted at the effort it took him to hold back.
“Yesss. Ohmigod, I’m coming.” The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and wave after wave of sensation washed over her and…oh, yesss. Her pussy spasmed wildly. Her clit twitched and swelled and fed her climax.
“Do you have any idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you come?”
Chapter Seven
Gray’s cock throbbed and his balls felt as though they’d explode. Watching Andi sway on her spike-heeled pumps, her quivering legs encased in pale stockings held up by mint-green suspenders that framed her satiny cunt had him shaking with the effort of holding back. God, she looked like an ancient fertility goddess, with her eyes closed and mouth slack as she cupped her smooth-shaven mound with one hand and reached out to him with the other.
God, but his wife was one hot woman. Yeah. Andi was his wife now. All he could do was pray she wasn’t too hot for him to handle.
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nbsp; The smell of sex surrounded him, made him want to taste her, bury his face between her firm, strong legs and drink his fill of her honey. Just imagining those full, sensual lips surrounding his cock, her tongue licking his cockhead had him rock-hard. Dripping lubrication onto his belly, moistening his hand when he stroked the length of his aching shaft.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Had to touch her, taste her. Shove his cock up to the balls in her tight, creamy cunt, fuck her until he couldn’t fuck her any longer, forget for a little while that he wasn’t the man he used to be. “Come here, baby.”
She took a few effortless steps and stood before him, legs braced on either side of his knees as though in invitation. The smell of her come filled his nostrils, made him crazy. Gray bent forward and lowered his head, licking the baby-soft skin of her mound before finding her swollen clit and worrying it between his teeth before grasping her rounded butt cheeks, drawing her closer, and blowing gently on her slick, swollen labia.
When he reached around her hip and slipped his hand between her legs, he found her ass was slick with her cream. The puckered opening drew up when he applied pressure with his finger, the way he remembered from so long ago. “You’ve still got a horny little ass, don’t you?” Gently he inserted a finger, working it slowly past her tight anal sphincter until it gave way and let him in. “Want more?”
She whimpered, but the way she wiggled her ass encouraged him to sink another finger inside her.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with her cunt dripping its slick, fragrant honey on his arm. Had to fuck her now or it would be too late. “Sit on my lap and ease my cock inside your hot little pussy.” God, how he wished he could toss her down on the carpet, wrap her legs around his neck and take her.
He’d give anything if he could take her, the way she was taking him, only harder. She moved carefully, taking his hand with her as she impaled herself. Her wet heat scalded his balls once she’d taken his full length inside her slick, hot cunt, stretching her. He wiggled his fingers inside her ass, setting off vibrations through the thin tissue barrier that separated the two tight holes.
“It feels so good. God I’ve never felt so full.”
He lifted his hips, arched to give her more. Frustrated by the limited range of motion afforded by his position as well as the heavy braces on his legs, he felt like screaming. Instead, he finger-fucked her ass harder, bit down on the tender spot where her throat met her shoulder. “Fuck me, baby. Ride me. Come again for me. Damn it, make me forget I can’t do it for you.”
“You did it for me. You’re doing it now.” Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Andi levered herself up, then sank back on his cock, over and over. The tight walls of her cunt surrounded him, sucked him in deeper with each stroke.
Jesus, he’d never expected to feel so good again. “Like that. Yeah. Don’t stop.” He cupped her ass with his free hand, lent his upper body strength. “Harder. Faster. Come with me, baby, I’m about to come.”
The spasms in her pussy, the gush of honey over his balls, the hard, shallow breaths she took all told him she was close. He let go the rigid control that had him aching and panting, and let the feelings take him…
Up…higher and higher. Every contraction of her pussy sent shock waves through his cock. His balls. To all the muscles that still took orders from his nerves. The familiar feelings. Tightness akin to pain, and release so sudden, so intense he damn near blacked out. He heard himself shout, then moan in concert with her sexy little groans and whimpers.
In that fleeting moment, Gray felt whole. Invincible.
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Too bad the feeling didn’t last for long. Gray could think of nothing more telling than lying in bed, trying to struggle out of clothes and braces before one’s bride ran out of things to do in the bathroom, nothing more illustrative of his very real vulnerability.
Or rifling through the basket of sex toys Andi had assembled. Before, when he’d had no doubt about his own ability to satisfy a lover, he’d like playing with them…enhancing what Nature had given him in such abundance. Vibrators and butt plugs, ben-wa balls, and nipple clamps like the rubber-clad ones he’d noticed on top of the stack. He’d even bought that same brand of erotic oil, smeared it over Andi’s nipples and clit. Sucked it off her while she’d moaned and whimpered and come with the second stroke of his cock inside her incredibly sensitive cunt.
The vibrator she’d chosen looked amazingly like a detached penis, or would have if it hadn’t been made out of violet-colored gel with metallic spangles embedded in its impressively proportioned head. Shit, the thing would probably make her come as well if not better than he could with his cock. Oiling it and a neon green gel mushroom, he slipped both under the pillow. He’d use them on her later on. When he put the other toys back in the basket, he tried not to compare himself with the sparkling, whirring dildo.
More than anything, Gray wanted to be whole again. Failing that, he wanted to satisfy his bride, give her some of the hot, imaginative sex they’d shared so long ago. His cock hardened, as if it hadn’t yet learned its role now was passive. Submissive.
He had the mind of a dominant male but the practically helpless body of a sub. What a fucking lousy combination! Gray grabbed onto the trapeze above his head, pulled himself into a sitting position, then flopped over onto his belly.
Thankfully therapy had put some strength back into his upper body. Enough so that he could support his weight on his outstretched arms without trembling too much. Tentatively, he moved his hips, rotated them. Took a couple of shots at straight-arm pushups. Sweat rolled down his forehead, into his good eye and under the eye patch, irritating the shit out of him while serving as a reminder that he was far from the fit, athletic guy Andi had once wanted to follow sexually, anywhere he’d led her.
Letting down his weight, he sank face down on the bed, lay there a minute until he found the strength to twist himself onto his side. He was lying that way when Andi sat cross-legged beside him on the bed and proceeded to stroke his wrung-out body back to life.
“Tell me what you want.” She swept her hands up the length of his arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. Her fingers traced the muscular plane of his belly, making him glad he’d kept up with the rehab, tortured at least part of his body into some semblance of its former fitness. She slid them down, tangled them in his pubic hair, smiled. “You used to keep this shaved off.”
“Yeah.” He used to do lots of things he couldn’t manage anymore. Like scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom, ordering her to shave and oil his body the way he used to do for himself when he was about to go undercover. Like balancing on his knees and feeding her his cock while he bent over and ate her pussy. Hell, he couldn’t even roll over and pin her to the bed without planning how he’d manage to fuck her without suffocating her. “I want…lots of things I used to have. Things I don’t have anymore. Tonight, though, I’ll settle for tonguing your pretty, naked pussy. Come up here and let me play.”
He rolled onto his back, then reached under the pillow and found the toys. The musky fragrance of the oil on them combined with Andi’s own scent, made his mouth water in anticipation of the feast to come. Opening his eye, he looked up at her glistening pink labia.
Her puckered asshole looked like a dew-struck rosebud, invited his exploration. Invited the psychedelic neon mushroom he now rubbed slowly over the entrance to her rear passage. When he pushed it against the opening, she whimpered, altering the angle of her hips as if to give him a better angle to insert the plug.
“Oh, yesss.” Her ass sucked in the plug, and she shuddered. Hot cream gushed from her pussy, scalded his chin. Her hard little clit poked out from lips as smooth as silk, invited him to lift his head and flail it with his tongue. She moaned when he backed off and worked the glittering lavender dildo into her empty, dripping cunt.
“Suck my cock, baby. Suck it the way you want me to suck your clit.”
Warm, wet, inviting. The slurp
ing sounds she made when she took his cockhead and ringed it with her tongue harmonized with the deeper tones that came from his throat when he sucked her tiny rocklike clit, and the slow buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy. Her hands made tiny rasping noises in his body hair as she stroked his inner thighs…his balls…the base of his cock that was more than she could swallow.
The sounds and smells. The sweet-salty taste of her come and his. Even the firm round cheeks of her ass and the stem of that ‘shroom, all he could see while he feasted in the slick, pink folds of her sex, assaulted his senses. They enhanced the delicious feel of her lips and tongue as they traveled the length of his straining cock.
But she wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t even the sexy redhead who’d figured in his fantasies during the seven years he spent in hell. She was Andi. The mother of his son. His wife. The woman he’d love to love… if only he were worthy to be the object of her adoration.
With one hand he moved the dildo, almost withdrawing it, then sliding it deep inside her dripping cunt. Her little whimpers and moans reverberated on his cock, increased the aching in his balls. Resolutely he ignored the building urgency, replaced the dildo with his tongue.
Until she swallowed his cock, took almost all of him down her convulsing throat. “Stop, lie on your back, and spread these gorgeous legs. I’ve got to fuck you. Now.”
If it took his last breath, he had to take control. Take her. Like a whole man would. Levering himself over her, bracing his upper body on one arm when he’d positioned himself between her legs, he drove home. His balls bounced against the plug in her ass, while his cock throbbed wildly inside her wet, welcoming cunt. “God, baby, you feel so good.”
“I feel stuffed. Deliciously stuffed. Fuck me. Oh, yesss.” Her breathless tone made him want to fuck her hard and fast, make her come and come and come before he let go and spurted out his seed.
But all he could manage was slow and easy. His legs cramped with every thrust of his hips, reminding him that no matter what he wanted, he’d have to compromise. “Sorry, baby,” he growled when he had to stop and wait out another painful muscle spasm.