It’s time for her pleasure. I want to drown her in it. I want the whole house filled with the cries of it as it rings in my ears.
I turn her around and press lightly against her back between her shoulders blades motioning for her to bend over the bed.
“Bend over and spread your legs for me, love, open up to me,” I tell her and I notice my voice is rough with the need that is so evident in my raging cock.
She does and I bend over her back sliding my hands down her back, over her ass and through the slick wet folds of her pussy, grabbing it in my palm.
“I’m going to get a surprise for you love, stay just like this,” I tell her quietly next to her ear and nip her shoulder before I move away from her.
She doesn’t say anything but I can tell by her heavy breathing she’s excited.
I walk to the closet and pull out our little bag of tricks. Ah, here is what I want, the anal beads, butt plug and lube, vibrator and wrist restraints.
I stand behind her bent form admiring the vision in front of me. I put some lube in my hand closing a fist over it to warm it up, stroking her skin as I do. I massage the lube between my two hands and apply it over her tight asshole. Tonight I’m going to take it. She’s begged me enough with her actions, constantly pushing it back on me begging for more when I’m fingering her there. I’ll use the plug to get her ready first. My cock aches with the thought of it.
I begin to slide two fingers through her velvety slick wet folds, teasing her clit and sliding in and out of her sex. With the other hand I take the beads and coat them with the lube in my palm. I begin to work her back hole, circling it and teasing it with my finger, watching it pucker anticipating my entry into it. I push the tip of my finger inside as two fingers thrust into her pussy. God help me to last because this is fucking exquisite. Her ass is ready for the beads, loosening up and opening with my fingers. I begin to push them inside her one by one, pop, pop, pop, pop. When they’re all in and she’s a squirming little kitten under me I guide her to stand, turning her to face me.
I lower my mouth to hers, teasing her, licking her, sucking her lip. I feed the strap attached to Velcro restraints onto the wrought iron hook on the bedpost. I take one arm and lift it, sliding the cuff over her slender wrist as I watch her hands close over it, holding it tightly. Kissing her arm from the inside of her wrist then her elbow, and following it down, I bring her other arm up and fasten it in place. I begin my feast of her with her breasts, sucking, biting, and licking the globes and the nipples. I love the moans Elizabeth makes when I flick my tongue back and forth on the pebbled tips. Moving down to my knees I bury my face between her legs, pushing up on her clit with my nose and thrusting into her hole with my pointed tongue. I suck, lick and nibble on the whole of her pussy and her clit, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and my finger. I know she feels the beads inside her when she clenches. These aren’t as large as the ben wa balls but they don’t have the same purpose either. When I feel her walls beginning to close in on me, grasping me tighter, and I know she’s about to come, I slide one finger inside her and curve it, rubbing that spot inside. I take her clit between my lips and roll it between them. The first spasms of her orgasm hit. Now I start to pull out the beads. Pop.
“Oh God!”
Pop.
“Oh, God, oh God, oh God!”
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
“OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOOOOOOOOOOD!!”
I smile to myself. That’s right baby, let me hear you SCREAM!
“Marco!”
I chuckle with her clit still between my lips as the vibrations press into her.
“Aaaaagghhh!”
All the anal beads are out so I remove my finger from inside her, then place a soft kiss on her still pulsing sex. I want to cover her in kisses, shower her with devotion and affection. I am consumed with a need to please her, pleasure her, protect her and care for her. And suddenly I know, it is in her submission that I am her slave. On my knees, I wrap myself around her bound body, bowing my head, consumed by my burning love for her.
Even with that orgasm, she hasn’t had enough so I stand and release her arms, rubbing her wrists and kissing her deeply. She’s breathing heavily and her nails are scoring my back.
I can tell she’s hungry for more.
“I’m not finished with you yet, my love, turn around and give me your ass. Tonight it’s mine.”
My cock jumps against her torso with my words and a little smirk lifts a corner of my lips. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in nervous anticipation. I don’t give her time to think about what I’ve just said, guiding her to turn and bend so I can start to play with that ass again the right way.
Picking up the lube and the butt plug, I put some in my hand to warm it again and apply some to the plug. I think about the last time we used the butt vibrator and my cock throbs with aching need. That was absolutely incredible for each of us. We both screamed.
I lower myself to my knees behind Elizabeth and I begin to lick her with long lapping strokes of my tongue as my hands reach under her taking both of her breasts in my hands and grasping her nipples between my fingers. I roll them before putting the tip of my finger at the crest of each one and begin to flick them. Her hips begin to squirm under my tongue ever so slightly. I pull one hand away and move it to her clit to mimic the movement on her nipple there. She’s pushing her ass into my face. I take the plug and place it at the entrance of her rear hole and hold it. She begins to open up to the plug and it easily slides in. Her movements are becoming stronger and more demanding now with the plug filling her ass.
I stand behind her and pull her up.
“Sit on the bed, baby.” My voice is ragged now with lust.
She looks unsure but she does it, squirming when she sits down and her eyes shoot up to look into mine. A big smile spreads across my face when I recognize the glaze beginning to cover her eyes. Oh yes, she likes it.
“Good girl. Suck me, Elizabeth.” It comes out almost as a plea, my cock is aching, it’s so hard.
Her mouth begins to work its magic on my hard-on but her sucking me off is not my intention. I focus on her face and her body to see how she’s feeling with that plug pushing around on her hole. I can see she is beginning to ride that plug in her ass, writhing and squirming around in circles. She’s sucking me hard and deep and I know I have to stop her now or we’re both going to come. I want my cock inside her when we do.
Pulling my cock from her oh-so-wonderful, lips, I guide her to her feet telling her through gritted teeth, “Get on the bed, all fours, chest down.”
How the fuck I have the willpower to stop is beyond me.
After applying some lube to my shaft, I follow her onto the bed and position myself between her legs behind her, putting the vibrator within arm’s reach. I begin to slide my cock over her pussy, rocking us back and forth, titillating that electric nub with the head of my cock. I slowly ease the plug from her ass and watch in fascination as the hole stays open as if waiting for my cock. With the last amount of lube on my hand I rub it around the rim of her hole and place the head of my hard shaft at its entrance. Fuck, I can almost blow my load now with the anticipation of her tight, tight ass. I begin to tease her pussy, sliding my finger in and out, twisting and turning it, rubbing her walls. Her hole begins to open up more for me and I ease in slowly as it does. A little farther, a little farther, the head is in.
Fuck yes!
“Oh, God, Marco, it hurts,” she moans underneath me.
“I know, baby, but I’m in and it’s going to stop hurting now and feel so good. Hold on, my love.”
My head is back and the drunken stupor is beginning to flow through my body with the beginning of my orgasm. She doesn’t realize it but she’s pulling me into her and I feel like I’m falling into bliss. I look down and she’s taken almost all of me and I’m shocked. I hold still letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her. The moment the ple
asure starts to take over her I know it, I see it, I hear it, and I feel it. I begin to move slowly in her tight grip. It won’t be long. I know it. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I reach around and pinch her clit between my fingers making her ride that wave with me, rocking back and forth. I reach down and pick up the vibrator, turn it on and put it on her clit, then hold tightly against her.
“Oh God, Marco!”
Her movements are stronger, pushing back on me making me fuck her harder and faster. I’ve got one hand on her hip and the other holding the vibrator on her clit and she’s starting to buck against me.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!”
She slams back on me grinding her ass into me as she comes.
“OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!”
I keep thrusting and holding the vibrator right there. I am not letting her stop any time soon.
“Oh, God, please, Marco!”
“Not yet, baby, you’re not done!”
“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!”
I feel the first trickle of wetness and I fucking explode.
“ELIZABETH!”
My hand is dripping from her squirting on me, and I fucking love it! She doesn’t exactly squirt. It doesn’t come shooting out, but she just leaks a lot.
I throw the vibrator on the floor and pull her down to the bed with me, we’re both completely sated and spent.
But there is one thing more, one thing I haven’t given to her. I’m not done yet.
I turn her in my arms and cover her face with little kisses.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Her eyes slowly open. They are the most beautiful shade of hazel, just like a cat’s eyes, and I can’t help but stare into their depths getting lost in them.
“I love you, Elizabeth, with everything in me.”
The first teardrop falls from her eye, then another.
“I love you, Marco, so much.”
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Elizabeth
It’s Christmas Eve, my absolute favorite day and night of the year! You would never guess it by the weather though. The sky is a soft blue with gentle puffs of clouds floating slowly past and the sounds of birds fill the sixty-five-degree air. Even a hawk can be heard close by.
“Marco, don’t let them do that! It’s too dangerous for them yet!” I holler from the porch.
That man is going to be the death of me. He is more of a child than the children. They’re three, and it’s him I’ve got to keep an eye on. The twins at least think about what they shouldn’t do. Marco just does it. He’s got both of them on the four-wheeler right now and I can hear their peals of laughter as he drives through the fields. I wonder who was responsible enough to remember to put on the helmets, him or the children. I’m the more uptight one of course. I’m the mom.
We moved into this house four years ago. It’s a new two-story white plantation style house on a fifteen-acre horse ranch with wraparound porches with rocking chairs, porch swings, fans and screened-in areas. There was an older home on the property, which we did some renovations to, and the property manager and his family live there now. There’s also a barn, stables, work sheds, gazebo, pool house and pool, and now a playhouse. Marco has his work shed which he dabbles in sometimes. He had his grandfather’s antique hand tools professionally matted and hung so they hang in the family room with all of our family photos and memorabilia.
When the children were babies I’d bring their bassinettes out on the porch and sing to them, read to them, and just talk to them and watch them sleep. As much as I love the babies, Marco adores them, he worships the ground they walk on but Carmela has him wrapped around her little finger. He was lost to her the second he looked into those same deep dark eyes as his with her thick curly brown hair. Her brother Marco, who is older by fifteen minutes, is one of the sweetest, naughtiest, most loving and witty boys in the whole world. He will get caught doing something but charm his way out of it with those big hazel eyes of his and those beautiful long lashes. The pregnancy was a very difficult one. When I was three months along I lost my plug. I was so afraid I was going to lose the babies. The doctors ordered me on bed rest for the duration of the pregnancy, which I did under the guard dog Marco’s threats. He was always at my side. When he couldn’t be there he enlisted the help of Elsie, Janie and Christine along with some other wonderful people Marco hired. I was already a high-risk pregnancy because of my age and we knew that going in. I was a beached whale when I was pregnant, with twins growing inside me, and ordered to be on bed rest, along with my love affair with Snickers and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, all this did not amount to minimal weight gain. The babies were two weeks premature which isn’t much, but enough that their lungs were not fully developed. They had to stay in the hospital a little bit longer and it was the worst two weeks of my life. Marco and I were at the hospital around the clock. One of us was always there, if not both. This was when I missed my mom the most, when I sat next to the incubator watching my children with breathing tubes shoved down their throats and needles stuck all over their skin.
When the babies were finally able to come home, Marco’s parents came down for a week to help out and I was extremely grateful for that. His mother and father accepted me as one of their own children, always making me feel appreciated. When they were here last year we discussed building a cottage for them on the property since they’ve been talking about moving from the Northeast. They’re finally sick of the snow storms, high taxes and congestion.
I think it would be great having them here. I don’t have either of my parents and Marco has finally laid all of his past demons to rest. He has come to terms with everything, embracing both his past and the future of our family, making today the best it can be. I also think that seeing me without my parents has brought him the realization that his parents won’t be around for much longer. I believe he doesn’t want to have the same guilt I do once they’re gone. My family was very close growing up, my brother and I still are, and the kids having their grandparents here to spoil them and to save them from those dinners they hate would be great for all of us.
“Mommy!” Carmela calls to me as they speed by, her little arm waving in the air, and she’s smiling from ear to ear. I am going to kill that man, I swear it. Her brother is more the strong silent type, but to be honest I don’t think he gets a chance to speak, she’s always doing the talking for both of them. He’s the thinker, the introvert, the one who wonders why and how instead of where and when. Right now he’s also got the Cheshire Cat’s grin on his handsome little face, loving the joy ride. But the biggest grin has definitely got to be Marco’s. He is living his second childhood with the kids and he is having a hell of a blast.
As I stand here watching my family my heart wants to burst with the love and happiness I feel and I wonder every day, how did I get this lucky? Marco has made every single day the best day of my life. My God, I remember the day I told him I was pregnant. He held me as I cried tears of joy, my beautiful strong, powerful, controlling husband. I think he wanted to cry as well. He didn’t say a word for a few minutes, I think because he had such a huge lump in his throat and he didn’t trust his voice to keep from cracking. He called his parents and they cried, then I called my brother and I think he wanted to cry. Then we invited our friends over, Elsie, Janie, John and Brian and broke the news to all of them over dinner. These four people turned out to be completely invaluable during my pregnancy and the dearest and kindest individuals in the world, taking turns babysitting and waiting on me, and the babies really, while I was forced to lie on my big fat ass for almost seven months.
Another loud screech and that’s it, I can’t watch anymore so I decide to go inside to make lunch for the four-wheeling maniacs.
“You stay here, Zeus, and watch them. Call me if anything happens.” I look down at the faithful white pit bull sitting beside me on the porch. I think he’s actually smiling at me while thumping his tail on the wooden planks as if he’s answering me, I
got this, you go ahead.
“I know you do, big boy, that’s why I love you so much,” I tell him, scratching him on his head between his ears. His smile just got bigger as his tongue falls out the side of his mouth. “Crazy mutt,” I mutter as I go inside letting the screen door slam behind.
After I finish everyone’s lunch, I walk out the back door to call in my crew and Zeus is right where I left him, turning his head to look at me with his tongue hanging out panting away. I just hope they can hear me over the roar of the engine of the four wheeler.
Ding ding ding!!!
Nothing.
I climb down the steps with Zeus at my heels trudging across the yard although it looks more like a football field than a yard. Half way across they see me, thank God, and I start waving to them to come on in. When they signal to me that they understand I turn and head back towards the house.
About half way there, they pass me and all three of them yell, “We’re gonna beat you!!” followed by the cackling of the three kids in the race they decided we’re in.
I yell to the backs of their heads, “Wash your hands!!”
When I reach the house the kids have already gotten half their lunch finished, which is a pleasant surprise, I don’t have to goad them today, but Marco’s at the sink cleaning up the dishes.
I come up behind him sliding my hands around his waist and ask, “So Mr. Bond, what’s the secret weapon you used to get them to eat so well?” laying my cheek against the warmth of his back, squeezing him tightly. I love this man so much. Still.
He turns in my arms and looks down into my face wrapping me in his arms and with that million dollar smile on his face, he kisses me lightly.
“Who’s Mr. Bond?” Marco Jr.’s voice cuts into our moment. We both can’t hold back our laughter at the innocence of his question.
Pulling away from Marco I take his hand and lead him to the table so that we can sit and eat lunch with our children. In our house, meal time is family time.
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