A Beautiful Mistake

by Ashlee Price

"Wrap your arms and legs around me," he says, then he lifts me up.

  I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel him enter me again. I wrap my arms around his back and rest my chin on his shoulder to keep myself from falling.

  His hands grab my buttocks and he squeezes them before continuing with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest. His cock reaches deeply inside me and presses against spots that make my eyes water and my body shudder.

  The storm of pleasure steadily builds within me, and finally, it breaks. My nails dig into Dustin's shoulders as my shaking body clings to him with all my might. My cries spill out.

  Dustin steps back and I no longer feel the wall behind me. He takes my entire weight as he manages a few more thrusts. Then, suddenly, he pulls out and lets me down. A moment later, I feel something warm splatter on my belly.

  Only when I glance down do I realize what just happened. Only when the haze of pleasure has faded do I remember that he promised he'd use protection. Since he clearly didn't have a condom on him right now, he had to pull out.

  To think I wouldn't have minded if he hadn't.

  I place my hand behind his head as he catches his breath. I pull his face down and press my lips to his forehead.

  I almost say "I love you." Instead, I grin and say, "I never thought shower sex could be so steamy."

  Dustin, too, grins. "Do you want to go again?"

  I step beneath the water to wash away his cum from my skin. I shrug.

  "Maybe tomorrow."

  Chapter Twenty

  Dustin

  "So, where do you want to do it first?" I ask Marian with a mischievous grin as we stand at the top of the stairs. "The Blue Room? Grey Room? Citrus Room?"

  The family has left, and now Marian and I have the house all to ourselves. The dogs are outside, too. No one is going to get in our way.

  Perfect.

  Marian shrugs. "You pick. I chose the venue last time."

  Right.

  I grab her hand. "In that case, close your eyes."

  "Okay." She closes them. "You just love surprises, don't you?"

  I don't answer. I just lead her down the hall and into the Grey Room.

  "Now, you have to guess the room."

  "Okay."

  "No peeking."

  She puts her hand over her eyes.

  I place the other one over the flint grey armchair.

  "Hmm." She rubs it. "An armchair. But doesn't nearly every room have one? Except the Beach Room. That only has a rocking chair and a hammock chair. Wait. Does the Mountain Room have an armchair?"

  I don't answer. I bring her to another spot and let her wrap her fingers around a silver vase.

  "Hmm. Cool and shiny. Must be porcelain. Or metal." She runs her fingers down it. "A vase? I didn't really pay attention to the vases."

  I bring her to the window so she can touch the curtains.

  "Oh, come on. All the rooms have curtains. Wait. This isn't the Blue Room, because that has thick curtains."

  Finally, I pick her up in my arms. She gasps.

  "No peeking," I remind her before dropping her on top of the bed.

  "Hmm." Marian touches her chin. "Not a waterbed. I'm guessing there's no tent, either. So not the Beach Room or the Mountain Room. Not the Blue Room, either. That leaves me with..."

  I'm no longer listening. I'm busy staring at her, at her hair fanned out around her head like a garnet puddle, at her lips, at her collarbones stretching from beneath the V-shaped neckline of her green shirt, at the four-leaf clover pendant resting between her breasts.

  I pick it up.

  "What are you doing?" Marian asks.

  "You know, you never did tell me why a four-leaf clover."

  She laughs. "You're asking me now after you already had our wedding rings patterned after it?"

  "Well?"

  "I'll tell you if you tell me about your tattoos."

  "Deal."

  "Can I guess what room this is first and open my eyes?" she asks.

  "No."

  She snorts. "Fine. What do you think? It's for good luck, of course. It was my mother's. I didn't wear it for a long time because I thought, how lucky can something that didn't save my mother's life be? But then it did survive the accident unscathed. Plus, it reminds me of my mother, so I'm thinking maybe her spirit will become my good luck charm."

  I release the pendant.

  "And your tattoos?" Marian reminds me.

  "Most of them have no meaning."

  "Okay."

  "But the horseshoe? Guess what? It's also for good luck."

  She chuckles. "I figured. But why the thorns?"

  "Because good luck isn't usually free. Sometimes, just when you think you're so lucky, disaster strikes. Or sometimes, when you really are lucky, someone else is down on his luck."

  Marian frowns. "That's sad."

  "Then let's stop talking about it."

  My eyes fall on the small strip of flesh peeking out between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her pants. I suddenly have the urge to bite it.

  I do that.

  "Whoa!" Marian jerks.

  She lifts herself up on her elbows and throws me an inquisitive look.

  "What are you doing?"

  I frown. "Aren't your eyes supposed to be closed?"

  She sighs. "Too late."

  She glances around.

  "The Grey Room. I knew it."

  "And now that you've seen it, why don't you close your eyes again?" I suggest.

  "What?"

  I glance at the wall, where there's a cabinet full of neckties in different shades of grey as part of the room decor. I grab the wool one which is dark grey with light grey stripes.

  Marian's eyes narrow. "What do you plan to do with that?"

  "Just close your eyes," I tell her.

  She hesitates.

  "Don't you trust me?"

  For a moment, she just looks into my eyes, searching for something there. Then she closes them.

  I use the necktie to blindfold her.

  "Too tight?" I ask as I work on the knot.

  "It's okay," she answers.

  I take my hands off it. "You can put your head down now."

  Marian obeys. "Now what?"

  "If I told you, it would ruin the fun of the blindfold," I tell her.

  I plant a kiss on her forehead.

  "Just relax, trust me and enjoy." I bring my lips over hers. "Enjoy everything thoroughly."

  I let my lips brush against hers but don't press them down. Instead, my mouth descends to the triangle of skin above her neckline. She inhales sharply.

  I drag my mouth lower to the valley between her breasts, planting a kiss on top of the cotton there, then drag it further in a straight line until I'm out of cotton to kiss.

  I proceed down to denim and kiss the spot just above her sex. Marian gives a soft gasp.

  I undo the button on the front of her jeans with my fingers and pull the zipper down with my teeth. Pale blue cotton appears before my eyes. I rub my nose against it and catch the faint scent of her arousal, but I don't proceed.

  Later.

  I roll the hem of her shirt up until it gets trapped at her armpits. I reach beneath her to unhook her bra so I can push the stiff cups out of the way. I take a moment to admire the sight of her firm breasts with their pert, rosy peaks.

  "You're looking at my breasts, aren't you?" Marian asks.

  I look at her face and find a blush coating her cheeks.

  "I can't help it," I say. "They're perfect."

  She snorts. "You and your compliments."

  "What? You want me to tell you they're not?"

  "I want you to stop staring, be quiet and continue," she barks.

  I chuckle. "How can you boss me around when your rigid, rose-colored nipples are poking up at me?"

  She turns her head to the side as she blushes even more.

  "I'm going to take this blindfold off if you say another word," she threatens me even though she's al
most out of breath.

  "Then I'm going to tie your wrists. There's plenty of neckties - fifty, to be exact."

  Marian pouts.

  I touch my chin. "Maybe I'll tie your wrists to your ankles."

  She swallows. "You wouldn't."

  But she's imagined it, and I can tell from the way her cheeks have grown even redder that she doesn't completely dislike it. Maybe next time. For now...

  I lower my face and let my lips linger above one of her breasts so she can feel my warm breath against her sensitive skin. I blow, first on that breast and then on the other. Then I drag my tongue across one of her breasts, starting from the bottom of the curve and ending in her nipple, where I let the tip of my tongue flick the stiff peak. Marian gasps.

  I do the same to the other breast before trying something else. With the tip of my tongue, I circle her nipple over and over. Then I take it between my lips and tug. As I do that repeatedly, alternating between the two, I mimic my movements with my hand on her other breast, my thumb circling her nipple before gently pinching and tugging on it.

  Through it all, louder gasps, whimpers and moans spill out past Marian's lips. She trembles. Her hands grab fistfuls of the sheet.

  She's feeling the pleasure more now that she's been deprived of her eyesight, which in turn sends more ripples of heat and excitement under my skin all the way to my crotch. My cock rebels against my boxers.

  I ignore the pressing ache and continue, switching between breasts. Then I blow on both once more. This time, more intense shudders go through Marian.

  Still, she has the strength to speak. "You are going to touch other parts of me, aren't you?"

  I chuckle before answering. "Getting there."

  And I really am. I move backwards so that my face is level with her waist. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pull them off her legs. As I do, I see the stain on her blue underwear.

  When I press my nose against it, I smell the stronger scent of her arousal. My cock throbs.

  I lick my lips before pressing the tip of my tongue against the damp cotton. Again, she gasps. I lick that stain, making it even larger, then pull off her soaked panties.

  I throw them aside before settling between her legs. I lift her thighs and spread them. Her knees shake.

  She lifts her head. "Dustin, what are you doing?"

  "I'm going to eat you out, of course."

  "What? No way."

  She tries to remove her blindfold, but I grab both of her wrists and pin them at her sides.

  "Don't tell me no one's ever done this to you before."

  "No," she admits.

  I grin. "That's good. Then I'll be the first."

  I keep her wrists pinned down as I trace her other pair of lips with my tongue. Her knees rise even more and quiver.

  I slip my tongue inside her so I can taste more of the sweetness seeping out of her. Her back arches. Her hands turn and grip mine.

  I hold on to them as I get my fill of her, and when I have, I move up higher to where her nub is hiding. I need to get to it, so I let go of her hands. They stay at her sides.

  I part the folds of skin concealing the bud of sensitive flesh, now engorged, and coax it to bloom even more. Again, Marian writhes. Her hands become lost in my hair.

  She tugs on the strands as I rub the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue. Her moans are even louder now, some turning into cries. Then she goes silent. When I pause to look, I find her with a finger between her lips. She's biting down on it to keep more sounds from escaping.

  I'm afraid she might bite it off, so I only continue for a little more. After I stop, I grab her hand and slip the finger she's been biting past my lips. As I suck on it, I extract the box of condoms from the pocket of my jogging pants, then take off my pants and my boxers in one go. They add to the pile of discarded clothes on the carpet.

  I lift her thighs. My hands go to the back of her knees and push them back as I rub the tip of my cock against her dripping sex.

  "Aren't you done teasing me?" Marian asks breathlessly.

  I answer by putting a condom on and pushing inside her slowly. Even through the rubber, I can feel her velvety skin closing around me, swallowing me up like a second sheath. I have to clench my jaw and take deep breaths to keep my self-control.

  Once I'm halfway in, I pull out. Then I push the whole length in with one thrust. Marian cries out. I see the underside of her chin. Her nails dig into the sheets.

  I begin a steady rhythm, neither too slow nor too fast, just to get her accustomed to me. Marian's body rocks across the bed. Her head remains thrown back and the necktie gradually loosens.

  When it falls off, I meet her gaze for just a moment before her eyes squeeze shut. The plea glossed over them snaps my self-control.

  I move faster. Marian's arms rise off the bed. Her hands grip my shoulders.

  After just a few thrusts, she lets out a cry. Her body trembles and tightens around me. Her arms cling around my neck.

  When she stops shaking, she falls. Her arms drops to her sides. I continue my thrusts but manage just a few more before I bury myself deep inside her. My cock unleashes a load into its rubber sheath as the muscles of my stomach grow taut and grunts leave my lips.

  I stay inside her, above her, for a few seconds as I chase after my breath. When I've recovered, I pull out and leave Marian's side to dispose of the condom. I return, and for the first time, I pull her into my arms and cuddle with her after sex.

  I've never done this before with any woman. I can smell the scent of Marian's sweat and feel it mingling with mine. I can feel the lingering warmth of her skin, embers of the fire that burned through her just moments earlier. The best part, though, is when she turns and her eyes meet mine. What I see in them makes my racing heart stop. My chest grows tight.

  That tender gaze. It's almost like that feeling I get when my feet first touch the ground after skydiving. It's like that feeling when I paddle back to shore after surfing a wave.

  The sex was the thrill, but this - this makes me feel safe and happy. This makes me feel like everything is right with the world.

  I close my eyes as I plant a kiss on her forehead.

  "Why the Grey Room?" Marian breaks the silence when she finds her voice.

  I shrug. "Because no one's slept in this bed yet."

  "Hmm." Marian sniffs the sheets. "No wonder the sheets smell new."

  "Not anymore." I brush a wayward strand of hair from her cheek. "Now they smell of sex."

  She looks at me like I'm crazy and I chuckle.

  I think she is driving me crazy. By the time a year is over, I might be out of my mind.

  "By the way, before Candace left, she said she already went through the trouble of hiring staff for the house," I inform Marian. "They'll arrive tomorrow."

  "She's always in control, isn't she?"

  "You mean bossy."

  "That too, but I do envy her confidence and how much she cares about everyone without seeming soft at all. She reminds me of a good queen, the one who runs the kingdom from the sidelines, loved by her people and feared by her enemies."

  "Did you tell her that?"

  "No."

  I grin. "Anyway, you know what this means, right?"

  Marian's eyebrows furrow. "You mean the staff? Wait, are we paying for them?"

  I grasp her chin. "What I'm trying to say is that tomorrow, there will be strangers here. There will be people in the house, so we've only got today to have every room in this house all to ourselves."

  Her eyes narrow. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying. Are you trying to kill me?"

  "Fine, then." I stroke her cheek. "Just all the guest rooms."

  Marian snorts. "I have work tomorrow, remember?"

  I give her a wider grin. "All the more reason to make the most of today."

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Marian

  I sink amid the pillows on the new couch in the residents' lounge.

  I'm tired a
nd aching, and not just from work. This past week, Dustin has been insatiable. Even after the maids arrived, we kept going at it like rabbits behind locked doors. And not just in the bedrooms.

  We've done it in the large dining room, the small dining room, the basement, the library.

  My shoulders ache. My back aches. My legs ache. Oh, and my vagina aches.

  I shift my legs and let out a sigh. How much more of this can I take?

  The door opens and Kim comes in.

  "Are you alright?" she asks me with her painted eyebrows furrowed in concern.

  "No," I answer.

  She sits beside me. Ever since she apologized for thinking I was the Director's whore, she's been a friend to me.

  "Want to tell me about it?" she asks.

  I'm about to answer, but the door opens again and Kelly comes in. She glances at me before going straight to her locker without uttering a word.

  I close my mouth as I watch her. I think of going over to her, of trying to talk to her. It's been a long while since we started fighting, after all. Surely she's ready to hear me out now? Surely she's getting tired of all these nonexistent conversations?

  I am. More than that, I miss my friend. My best friend.

  But the seconds tick by and I don't get off the couch. Finally, Kelly leaves the room, this time without so much as glancing in my direction.

  I hug a pillow to my chest, rest my head against the back of the couch and let out another sigh.

  What's wrong with me? She used to be my best friend. In my mind, she still is. So why can't I come up with enough courage to talk to her?

  "Still want to tell me about it?" Kim asks.

  I'd forgotten she's sitting right next to me.

  "Just work," I find myself saying. "How much longer do we have to keep working like slaves at this hospital?"

  Kim shrugs. "Forever."

  "That's what I thought."

  She pats my thigh. I try not to wince, because her palm goes right over the spot where Dustin tried to take a bite out of me.

  "Hang in there, Doctor."

  I give her a weak smile. "Thanks."

  She gives my thigh a squeeze. I purse my lips to hold back a curse. Then she leaves the room.

  Once she's gone, I rub the bruised spot on my thigh.

  Damn it, Dustin. Why'd you have to bite me?

  He was about to leave a mark on my neck, actually, but I warned him not to, so he left one on my thigh instead. I don't understand why he needed to leave a mark at all. Isn't the ring on my finger - I lift my finger, only to realize that both the ring and the necklace are in my locker - enough? It's not like someone else is going to take me away.