“Among other things,” Addison flirted.
“I think it’s a perfect idea.”
“And, my proposal?”
“I find your terms acceptable,” Emma replied.
Addison leaned in and kissed Emma. “Your breakfast is cold.”
“I’m not hungry anyway,” Emma said.
“Maybe you need to work up an appetite,” Addison suggested. She kissed Emma again.
“Maybe I do.”
Addison returned her lips to Emma’s. A familiar, sensual dance began. Addison heard Emma sigh into their kiss. She pulled back slowly. “Good,” she said. She pulled herself from the bed.
“Um, Addy? Did I miss something?”
“Nope. We’re going to work up an appetite. Get dressed. I hear the lake is beautiful in the morning.”
Emma sat shell-shocked.
Addison winked. “A little anticipation never hurt anyone,” she offered.
“Speak for yourself,” Emma muttered.
Addison laughed. “It’s called building tension,” she said as she left the room.
Emma looked down at her plate of cold eggs. “It’s called a few other things too,” she mused. She shook her head. “Just wait until she brings out that trivia game. We’ll see who loves tension.”
CHAPTER SIX
“Five, four, three—”
“I know it!” Addison chimed. “Just give me a second.”
“Two, one—”
“Children of a Lesser God!” Addison blurted out hurriedly.
“Nope. Sorry, Addy. You always get that one wrong. Are you having memory problems?” Emma teased.
Memory problems? Addison was lucky she remembered her name. She hadn’t played this game with Emma is almost three years. She had never been particularly good at the game. Emma’s hands on her body were distracting. Not that she was complaining, losing at movie trivia with Emma had distinct advantages. Emma loved to tease Addison, both in and out of the bedroom. They had played this game their first year together, and it had remained a favorite until Emma became pregnant with Hannah. Addison wasn’t sure why they hadn’t engaged in a match of trivia wits. She guessed it was for all the same reasons they had decided to move, and that Addison had made a formal proposal that they set time aside to be Addy and Emma. Right now, she hoped that time might include all kinds of board games.
Emma tried not to laugh. She had missed this game. She fondly, and excitedly recalled the first time they’d played in the kitchen. She cherished the playfulness in her relationship with Addison. They’d never lost the ability to laugh together. That included in the bedroom— the kitchen, living room, office, pool, or now, the cabin they shared. This trivia match reminded Emma of two teenagers exploring their sexuality with a game of strip poker. It made her giggle. This game was far more intense than strip poker. Addison sat between Emma’s legs fully clothed. Emma’s left hand rested on Addison’s stomach. If Addison answered correctly, Emma’s hand would move a few inches higher. If she missed a question or failed to answer, Emma would let her hand fall again. So far, Addison had given more wrong answers than correct ones. “Are you giving me wrong answers on purpose?” Emma questioned.
“What? No!”
“Mm. I don’t believe you. You like the teasing.”
Addison groaned. True. “I also like the relief.”
“Is that so?”
“Are you going to ask another question?”
Emma giggled. “Testy. Okay. Ready?”
“Yes!”
“Who wrote the pilot for Off Screen?”
“That’s not in the pile.”
“Five, four, three—”
“Me!”
“Very good,” Emma gave her praise.
“Em?”
“Hum?”
“You’re supposed to—”
“Oh.” Emma brushed two fingertips over Addison’s nipple.
“Next question,” Addison demanded.
“This one might not be so easy.” Emma squeezed Addison’s nipple gently.
“I’ve got it.”
“I hope so. I’d like to continue this.”
Addison gulped.
“Excluding the word “the,” what word appears in the most James Bond titles?” Emma asked. She squeezed Addison’s nipple again.
“Unfair,” Addison protested.
“Is that your answer?”
“What? No! Never.”
“What’s your answer?” Emma asked as she toyed with Addison’s nipple.
“Never. Never is the answer.”
“Oh, very good, Addy.” Emma released the front clasp of Addison’s bra. Her fingertips danced from one nipple to the other and back again. She delighted in the hitch of Addison’s breathing and placed her lips behind Addison’s ear. “Mm. Keep going?”
“Please.”
Emma chuckled. “With the questions, Addy.”
“Keep going with anything you want.”
Emma brought her other hand around to Addison’s breasts and played with both.
“How are you going to grab a card?” Addison inquired through a ragged breath.
“I don’t need a card, love. Unlike you, I have these questions memorized. That’s why I always win.”
“Oh.”
Emma giggled. “Ready?”
“Mm.”
“What part of his body did Charlie Chaplin insure?”
“Uh—” Addison knew the answer. She knew that she knew it. Why couldn’t she think of it? Emma’s fingers tugged gently at both her nipples. Addison’s brain fell into a fog. She needed the answer. She was stunned when Emma’s right hand strayed lower and unbuttoned her jeans.
“Come on, Addy. I’ll give you a hint.” Emma released the button. “I’d like to continue this. What’s your answer?”
Addison was tempted to reply that as far as she knew, Charlie Chaplin did not have a vagina. That is where Emma’s hand was headed. She tried to steady her breathing. Think, Addy. Think!
“Time’s running out,” Emma warned. She slipped her hand inside Addison’s underwear and stroked Addison gently.
“Jesus!” Addison cried out.
“He did not insure Jesus. Come on.”
Oh, there will be coming if you keep this up. Addison took a shaky breath. Just guess, Addy. “Hand! His hands!” he was a mime, after all.
Emma stopped her exploration. “Sorry. No. The answer is feet, Addy.”
“What the hell kind of hint was that?” Addison complained.
“What do you mean? I let my hand travel in the general direction.”
Addison groaned. Emma was having fun.
“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” Emma acquiesced. She returned to her gentle touching.
“Screw the questions,” Addison said. She’d had enough. She tried to turn in Emma’s arms. Emma stopped her.
“That’s fine,” Emma said. “I want you where you are.”
“Em—”
“No,” Emma said. She circled Addison’s clit with a fingertip and tugged gently on Addison’s nipple with her other hand. “Move again, and I will stop everything.”
“No fair.”
“You love it. Behave, and I’ll let you ask the questions.”
“Oh, God,” Addison nearly choked on her words.
“You would like that?”
“I would love that.”
Emma bit back a laugh. Apparently, Addison forgot that Emma had memorized the questions.
“Please,” Addison begged.
“Please? Are you asking me to keep touching you, or are you asking if we can change positions?”
“Yes.”
Emma laughed. Addison’s simple reply made her heart swell. “I love you so much, Addy.”
Addison felt the mood shift. “I want to make love with you, Em. Please?”
Emma kissed the back of Addison’s neck. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”
“No,” Addison said. “Yes, but—”
“W
hat do you want, love?”
“I want to be inside you.”
Emma smiled against Addison’s neck. “Is that so?”
“Emma, please.”
Emma moved to release Addison from her grasp.
“Wait here,” Addison said.
Emma raised her brow. “And do what?” One thing Emma loved about trivia, it always made Addison grow bold.
Addison leaned over and kissed Emma passionately. “I’m sure you can think of something.”
“I can think of a lot of things,” Emma countered. “I’m asking you for your suggestion.”
“Touch yourself exactly the way you were touching me.”
Emma bit her lip. “That’s what you want?”
“Until I get back, yes.”
Emma pushed Addison away and stood. She slowly undressed, tossing each article of clothing aside carelessly. She watched as Addison unconsciously licked her lips. Her hands fell gracefully over the swell of her breasts. She teased her nipples.
Addison pushed Emma gently back onto the couch.
“I thought you were leaving,” Emma said.
“I am—in a minute.” Addison took Emma’s right hand and placed it between Emma’s legs.
“Addy—”
“Don’t stop,” Addison said. “I’ll be right back.”
Emma watched Addison leave. She had no intention of stopping anything. She was anxious to see how long Addison’s dominant demeanor would last. It had been a while since Addison had taken complete control of their lovemaking. Emma loved it. It made her dizzy with desire. She loved to lose control with Addison, and she understood that it required more trust for Addison to take control than it did for her to submit to Emma. Addison had grown comfortable with Emma’s directness. Emma knew there were times that Addison craved Emma’s dominance. It helped her to let go of everything—all her doubt, all her fear, and all her inhibitions. Addison still failed to understand that Emma needed that same release at times—more now, than in years that had passed. It wasn’t always easy for Emma to silence the events of the day, the concerns about children, family, her competing desires to work and be home, and the reality that she did miss Addison. Emma was the family matriarch. She took care of everyone’s needs. Being everyone’s go-to for comfort, advice, support, and basic needs made it difficult for her to let go at times. She’d never told Addison. On some level, she hoped Addison would know without Emma needing to express her needs and desires. It was silly. She had always encouraged Addison to be open about everything. Lately, Emma had held back from Addison—if only slightly. Again, her thoughts began to spiral.
Addison walked into the room and pondered the expression on Emma’s face. She’d expected to find Emma close to release. Instead, she noted frustration on Emma’s face. “Em? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
Emma’s eyes flew open. Stop? No. I want you to tell me what to do, Addy.
Addison moved closer. “Tell me what you need.” Addison understood Emma’s silent plea. Emma would have loved Addison to ask the questions in their game. She smiled. “I want to watch you.” Addison placed a small bag on the floor and took a seat on the end of the couch. “Don’t stop, Emma. Let me see you.”
Emma’s face flushed with excitement. She stroked her center and circled her clit softly. She watched as Addison’s eyes followed her hand. Addison tugged at her lower lip with her teeth and squirmed in her seat. It was both adorable and arousing. Emma continued, careful not to allow herself to come too close to release.
Addison surprised Emma when she got up and pulled Emma to sit on the edge of the couch. Emma stopped everything. “No,” Addison said. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She moved to kneel in front of Emma. “Don’t stop.”
Emma was confused by Addison’s direction, but she complied. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body when Addison moved to suck her nipples. “Addy, what are you—”
“Shh. No questions, Emma. You had your turn asking the questions.”
Oh, God. This side of Addison appeared so infrequently that it sometimes unsettled Emma. It also made Emma hotter than Addison had ever been able to grasp. It wasn’t a dynamic that Emma sought regularly. When Addison did become authoritative, it set Emma ablaze.
“Don’t talk unless you want me to stop. If you want me to stop—tell me. Unless I ask you a question, don’t talk. Otherwise, I will stop.”
Oh, fuck. Be careful what you wish for, Emma.
Addison steadied her breathing. She understood Emma’s desire to lose control—all control. She’s never told Emma that sometimes she felt slightly intimidated by her wife—even now. Emma was self-assured when it came to her body and her desires. She enjoyed pleasure—giving it and receiving it. Addison envied that. Emma had taught her to let go more than she’d ever dreamed possible. Lately, Emma had been more reserved—at times, displaying an unusual timidity. Addison guessed that Emma was having a hard time tuning out the world. That was part of the reason they had made this trip. Their life together had always come with challenges. For a time, most of those challenges had been left at the bedroom door. Children changed that reality. They woke at all hours, they had fears that needed soothing, and questions that required answers. Work schedules, personalities, and daily life became more challenging to leave behind when the lights dimmed. More so for Emma than Addison. Emma needed to be relieved of her questions and her lingering thoughts of the outside world. Addison had the ability to grant her that solace now. It would come in the form of erotic play that made them both hunger for Emma’s release. “Are you wet?”
Jesus. What do you think? “Yes.”
“Mm.” Addison dropped lower and let her tongue trace Emma’s center. “Don’t stop, Em. I’m just helping.”
Oh. God. Emma swallowed the lump in her throat. Addison’s tongue followed the pattern of Emma’s fingers. Addison’s hands reached up and squeezed her nipples, and Emma moaned desperately. She wanted more. She wanted Addison to give her anything and everything Addison desired. She feared she would not be able to hold off her impending release.
Addison pulled away and looked at Emma. “So close,” she breathed. “Not yet. Lie back.”
Emma did as she was told.
Addison placed Emma’s hands over Emma’s head. “Leave them there.”
Emma stared at Addison.
“No touching, Emma. No talking.” Addison straddled Emma’s hips and started touching herself.
“Yes,” Emma hissed.
Addison stopped. “No talking.”
Emma bit her bottom lip—hard.
Addison resumed her touching. She held Emma’s gaze. “This is what you wanted?”
Emma remained silent.
“Tell me. I asked.”
“Yes.”
“You like to watch me.”
Emma made no reply.
“You do,” Addison said. “Do you want me to make myself come, Emma?”
Sweet Jesus! “Yes,” Emma answered truthfully.
“Mm. I could.” Addison was tempted to give Emma the full show she desired. She had other plans. Emma had delivered Addison a similar form of torment many times. “Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
Addison peeled one of Emma’s hands from the arm of the couch and placed it on her breast.
Emma tugged Addison’s nipple tenderly.
“Like that,” Addison said. “Just like that, Em.”
Emma watched Addison writhe above her. Addison was about to orgasm. Emma was sure of it. She squeezed Addison’s nipple and felt Addison begin to shudder.
Addison pulled away abruptly. “Tempting,” she admitted. She put Emma’s hand back over her head, and kissed Emma hungrily. “Not. Yet.” Addison nipped at Emma’s neck and trailed kisses over her throat until she reached Emma’s breasts. She repeated her earlier teasing until Emma’s moans came in a constant hum. She stopped. She heard Emma groan. Addison got up with a simple instruction. “Stay the way you are,” she said. Addison retrieve
d something from the bag and grinned at Emma. A second later, Emma’s eyes flew open at the sound of a low hum and a persistent tingling between her legs. Addison pressed her weight against Emma and kissed her tenderly. “You think you’re the only one with surprises, huh?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
Addison sat back up and revealed the toy. She nearly laughed at Emma’s reaction. Yes, you do, Em. “I told you that I have fantasies too,” Addison said. She directed Emma to sit and handed her the strap on. “Put it on me.”
The only thing that surpassed Emma’s shock was the steady throb that increased between her legs. Addison had purchased and brought a surprise for their weekend. Emma knew that Addison loved to make love to her with a strap-on. This one would penetrate Addison at the same time. The thought made Emma dizzy with desire. She looked at Addison.
“Go ahead,” Addison said. “You can touch me now.”
Emma gently slid two fingers inside Addison. Addison sighed. Emma pumped softly for a moment, then stroked Addison’s clit, and repeated it all again. She took the phallus and rubbed it against Addison’s center, gradually entering her until Addison moaned. Emma reached around Addison’s waist and secured the harness. She heard Addison mumble, “Oh, God,” and pushed the phallus deeper.
Addison pulled away and raised her brow. She pushed Emma back onto the couch and kissed her. She let the toy glide against Emma’s center. Emma tried to grind against her, and Addison pulled back again. She took her time entering Emma—tenderly and lovingly she began to move her hips. “Is that good?” she asked Emma.
“So good,” Emma replied.
Addison continued sensually until she felt Emma demand more. She slowed her pace, looked at Emma, and took a deep breath.
Sensing the first sign of hesitation from Addison, Emma spoke. “What?” she inquired.
Addison took another deep breath. She wants you to take her, Addy. “I want you on your knees in front of me.”
Emma’s heart hammered in her chest. She moved as Addison requested and groaned when Addison entered her again. Addison pushed deeper. Emma could no longer hold back. “Harder, Addy. Please.”
The harder Addison pushed into Emma, the deeper she felt the weight inside her. It urged her on. She turned a dial, and both she and Emma cried out. The game was over. Emma could say anything she wanted.
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