Bedtime Stories Page 5

Her face had to be red to match it. She hated blushing but no one had ever spoken that bluntly to her before and now... he wasn't even touching her... He was gone. "Luke!"

  His voice soothed her panic. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. I can't fuck you with my pants on."

  Marie relaxed, listening in the dark to the soft clink of his belt buckle and the quiet rasp of his zipper. Fabric rustled and she sensed movement as if he stepped out of his pants. There was a rustle of movement and the mattress shifted under his weight.

  "Raise your hips," he said in her ear and pushed a pillow under her as she obeyed. "Good girl." He kissed her belly. "Now I can see you better than ever. I love a cunt like yours."

  And then he touched her.

  She almost screamed with relief but it wasn't nearly enough, just a brush of his finger. But he persisted, slowly feeding her need until her hips moved in rhythm. She was close to coming but wanted him inside first. She needed him. She was desperate for him. Panting with need and longing... And he moved away.

  Bereft, she clenched her hands as her neck tightened and she all but ground her teeth in frustration. "Why did you stop?" she wailed this time.

  "You're not ready yet."

  "I am! I am!"

  "Patience."

  Marie wanted to spit. To scream. This was killing her! Gradually the tension in her body eased and her breathing slowed. Just when she relaxed, still aching but feeling calmer, he started again, this time sending a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh, stopping close enough to her clit that she could feel his breath but nothing else.

  "What do you want next?" Luke asked

  "Suck me!"

  "Where?"

  Couldn't he figure that out? Marie groaned, turning her head on the pillow and arching her hips.

  "Tell me where you want my lips," Luke persisted, "and I'll kiss you there."

  "On my clit and in my cunt." Her cheeks burned as heat flooded her face, but...

  "Of pleasure, my dear."

  And pleasure her he did. His fingers opened her. Wide. His breath came warm where she needed him and then his tongue touched her. He lapped her, the full flat of his tongue covering her. Slow, teasing all-covering licks from her ass to her clit. Each one took minutes and turned her mind to mush. But who needed to think? All she wanted was to feel. She was covered, consumed, devoured. No wonder men called it eating pussy.

  She was moaning and hanging onto the stocking for all she was worth when he paused. Before she gathered enough breath to object. His tongue plunged deep inside her. Slow, stabbing movements that sent her head back and her hips up. In and out he went, mimicking the movement of a cock... his cock. That was what she really needed. Sweat ran between her breasts and her right wrist ached. It could drop off for all she cared.

  "Come into me. Fuck me!" It was begging but no longer cared.

  "Like this?"

  His fingers penetrated her. She was filled. Stretched. It wasn't what she really wanted but she was no longer empty. Marie shuddered with satisfaction as his fingers moved in and out. Sweet friction driving her closer to coming as his thumb worked her clit slowly up and down,

  This was wonderful, incredible, fantastic. Her mind switched off as her instincts took over. She was climbing, nearing the edge, heart and breathing racing but nothing hurried Luke. The same steady movements pulled her higher and higher, like an eagle about to spread its wings, a rocket about to fire. Panting now, she arched her back and her hips rocked. She was climbing, spiraling up and up. She screamed. Her mind took off and her body soared and she came... again and again until she was a shaking heap on the bed. The stocking fell out of her hand, or was it pulled? Luke's arms surrounded her and she tasted herself on his lips.

  "You haven't come." She said between gasps.

  "Not yet. I will."

  Marie opened her eyes and blinked in the light.

  He was smiling. "So you want me to fuck you?"

  She doubted she could take any more. Her body still rippled from her orgasm, but how could she refuse after what she'd just had? "Yes."

  "Here I come." Had he chuckled? Why not? She felt like whooping. Luke entered her fast and hard, drilling her with his power and raw male sex, working his need inside her and pulling her back with him. It wasn't possible but it was happening. She was coming again... and again ... like short staccato bursts of repeating fire. In the haze of what used to be her brain, she was vaguely aware of his groans and heat inside her as he climaxed. She was limp and warm but still she came until she went light-headed and boneless under him.

  "You were superb," he whispered and tugged her left hand, untying the stocking and gently massaging her wrist. "You held this too damn tight."

  "Did I?" So what? Her hand could have dropped off and she wouldn't have noticed.

  "Stockings are no damn good. Next time I'll bring proper restraints."

  "Next time?"

  "Of course. There's a lot more you need to learn about this old bed."

  A String of Pearls

  "For you."

  When Robert speaks, in his slow, deep, 'I've got a surprise for you' voice, he gets my undivided attention. Chicken with Holy Basil can't compete.

  This was our wedding anniversary and I expected a surprise. But what? A bright, red butt plug with a green ribbon round the base? A pale-as-the-inside-of-an-oystershell, vibrating egg? Quilted purple silk restraints? That had covered Christmas and Easter and my birthday.

  Our first wedding anniversary could be anything.

  He set a black, velvet jewelers' box on the table. Had Robert turned conventional? Buying me a string of pearls or perhaps an add-a-bead necklace? Possible but highly improbable.

  He nudged the box closer to my wine glass. "Open it."

  I had it opened just enough to glimpse the white satin lining in the lid when our waiter reappeared. All he wanted was reassurance our meal was perfect but I almost slammed the lid on my finger. Maybe it was matinee length pearls but you can't be too cautious in public. Not when you're married to Robert Kelly.

  Checking to make sure no solicitous waiter or maitre d' loitered, I snapped open the velvet lid. It was pearls, all right, but I'd never wear these to the opera—I hoped.

  Nestling against the velvet padding and almost reflected in the gleaming satin lining of the lid, were six large pearls: strung on a fine twisted cord, one end sporting a polished metal ring, plenty big enough for hooking and tugging with a strong middle finger.

  I did an involuntary kegel exercise imagining how they'd feel pushed one by one up my asshole. Knowing how the butt plug stretched and stimulated as Robert pulled it out, my stomach churned jasmine rice and holy basil imagining six round beads exiting my tight opening one by painful one.

  I was so wet thinking about it, I was scared I'd leave a damp patch on the upholstered seat. Wearing no panties didn't help in the least. I should be used to that by now, but I wasn't. I never crossed the street without thinking about my mother's warnings in case I got run over.

  Sitting in the Thai Pavilion, smelling my own arousal while Robert smiled promises at me across the pink linen tablecloth, I wanted to shove back my chair, grab my husband's hand and drag him home to bed. But Robert ordered mango mousse, which I ate one tiny bronze spoonful at a time and never tasted a thing.

  By the time he'd sipped the last of his decaffeinated espresso and finished signing the credit card slip, I could feel myself soaking though my skirt and I was the next best thing to panting as I settled on the spot leather upholstery of Robert's Mercedes. Only ten minutes drive, fifteen max if every light was against us, and we'd be home.

  I was ready and willing for whatever Robert had in mind, even six gleaming pearls up my asshole.

  What Robert had in mind was having me strip in the garage. I half-expected him to fuck me over the hood of the car, but no, while I was stepping out of my shoes and getting ready to roll my lace-top stockings down, he grabbed me by the waist and tossed me over his shoulder.

  Head ha
nging half-way down his back, face rubbing against his tussore silk jacket, while he held my ankles in one hand and stroked my butt with the other, I was tempted to wriggle and complain, but with my ass literally under his hand, decided against it. That part of me was going to get enough attention tonight, no point in getting it reddened as well. Besides, I was more worried about one of the neighbors seeing as Robert carried me across the breezeway into the house.

  Once inside, Robert eased me down his body. Every inch, from my shins and knees to my boobs and my face, rubbed the warm, rough surface of his jacket as he lowered me until my feet touched the cool, tiled kitchen floor.

  "Happy anniversary," he said and kissed me.

  Lord! This fucker of mine can kiss! Slow and sure, with the unhurried confidence of an expert, he pressed my lips apart and caressed then with his tongue until I let out a little sigh. He delved right in. His tongue poked, pushed, stroked, pressed and teased until I tried to push away. He's made me come with kissing before now and I wanted to last.

  "No," Robert muttered into my mouth and continued with enthusiasm. I wrapped my arms round his neck, mashed my body against his and gave as good as I got. Now, he was the one moaning. He'd been hard when we started, now his cock felt like an iron pipe inside his tropical wool slacks.

  "I'm almost coming," I managed to get out between groans.

  "Good," Robert replied, bringing his hand to my breast.

  I gave up thinking, forgot speech. His fingers tweaked and pulled and rolled one nipple then the other until he stirred me into a frenzy of need and wanting and... his mouth clamped down on mine as he gave my nipple one hard twist and I came with a shout that resounded in my head, echoing like the spasms of heat that radiated from my cunt. I'd have collapsed on the Mexican tile floor if two strong arms hadn't held me. As it was my cries sent the dog off in a yapping frenzy.

  "He's upset because he isn't getting any," Robert said, holding me with one arm, as he reached for a doggie treat to keep the mutt quiet. While Hercules chewed on his milk bone, Robert dipped into his pocket and brought out my anniversary pearls, his finger through the loop as they dangled right in my line of vision. "Hold them," he said and dropped them in my hand, "while I carry you." He scooped me up in his arms, head against his chest instead of down his back this time and carried me across the house to our bedroom.

  "Don't go anywhere," he said as he plonked me on the bed.

  As if I would when I had the chance to watch the best striptease in town. Robert played soccer in college and he still moved with the almost balletic grace of a world-class player. Even mundane things like hanging his jacket up or unbuttoning his shirt he performs with grace, and as for unbuckling his belt or sliding down his zipper with a slow scritch—riveting might be a good word. But the ultimate exhibition is what I wait for, his wonderful, hard cock jutting out for me to hang my hopes on. Looks are great but taste is better and I was licking my lips as Robert came towards me. I needed to taste that beautiful cock, my beautiful cock, and feel it between my lips.

  Robert paused by the nightstand for a tube of jelly, (should have expected that, given what I was still clutching in my hot, little hand) and a bottle of massage oil. "You're looking tense," he said. "Roll over and I'll help you relax."

  After that climax I was about as tense as a marshmallow. But who'd turn down an offer like that? I rolled onto my belly and closed my eyes as Robert poured warm oil between my shoulder blades.

  It trickled down my spine in a slow stream and he was pouring more. It ran down the side of my waist and pooled in the hollow of my back. Then my husband got busy. Hands flat, he spread that spicy scented oil all over me, anointing me from my shoulders to my thighs. His practiced fingers found tension in my shoulders and the top of my neck where it met my skull. He gently stroked and smoothed until all I wanted was to spend the rest of my life in bed under Robert's expert hands.

  Then he blew on me! He'd used the Kama Sutra oil! Heated trails flowed over my skin in the wake of his breath. Was it possible to be utterly relaxed and aroused? You bet! I swear he huffed and puffed over every square centimeter from the back of my knees to the nape of my neck and while my skin still glowed, his hands began again.

  Fingertips at first, five on each butt cheek, tracing ever-widening circles on my ass. Soothing and stimulating at one and the same time. His hands gently flattened, pressing and opening my cheeks apart. His fingers stroked my crack and then dipped between my legs.

  "You're sopping wet," he whispered against my skin, starting another warm shiver with his breath. "Now, what am I going to do about that?"

  "You could fuck me," I suggested. "Fill me up with your lovely, hard cock." Saying it aloud had me soaking,

  "Oh, I will, my love, later. Right now..." he paused and I gave a little gasp as cool lubricant oozed between my ass cheeks.

  It didn't warm as he breathed, but as he rubbed it into my asshole my body accepted the cool. He held my cheeks apart, opening me wider. The metal tip of the tube kissed my opening as a rush of gel surged inside. Robert's finger followed, gently pushing, circling, stretching and opening until my sphincter relaxed. I was passive, anticipating the intrusion, while my mind whirled. Would it hurt? How tight would it feel? Would it, heck, they, stretch more than the Christmas butt plug or Robert's cock? Would it...

  One soft gasp as my butt hole stretched and I felt... not much different but one pearl nestled inside me. I exhaled.

  "How's that feel?" Robert asked.

  "Okay." I'd barely spoken when the second slipped inside.

  I hardly felt it once it was in. It was pushing past the muscle that wrought wild sensations. The third seemed bigger, tighter. They were nestling inside me, and the fourth nudged them deeper. How big was I in there? How far would they go? What if they got stuck?

  "Easy, easy," Robert's hands stroked my head and shoulders. "It's okay. We're half way. I wish I had a camera handy. If you could see these beads disappearing up your ass." With that another popped inside.

  Robert ran kisses up and down my spine, awakening the last traces of heat in the oil drying on my skin. As I murmured my contentment, the last two pushed inside. I knew they were there. Stretching, filling, pushing.. warming. The cool of the gel faded and all I felt was heat that sent my cunt flowing and little soft groans rising from deep in my belly.

  Robert rolled me on my back and reminded me what a great mouth he had. He licked from fore to aft with tantalizing slowness until my hips moved of their own accord and little groans became big ones.

  He stopped, damn him! Sitting back on his heels and grinning. "Okay, love, now it's my turn to lie back and enjoy it."

  Turn about is fair play, and heck, sucking Robert's cock isn't my idea of hardship... hardness ...but not hardship. He leaned back, a pillow behind his back and I went to it between his legs, softly circling the smooth head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Taking him between my lips, fluttering his hard muscle with my tongue until he ran his hands through my hair, pushing me lower. I took most of him in, running my tongue up and down the warm skin at the side of his cock. Lifting back a little to flicker round his ridge again and again until he groaned. I let up a little—but not much. Down and up I went in a smooth rhythm, enjoying the taste of him and the magnificent scent of aroused male. Nothing like knowing your own power.

  "Easy!" he said at last and pulled my head away. "Let's fuck!'

  I grinned up at him. "Brilliant idea." I didn't wait to be asked twice. Shifting to kneeling, I scooted up the bed until I was squatting over his thighs. As Robert's hands on my waist steadied me, I impaled myself on his wondrous erection.

  And gasped. I'd married a big cock but not this big! I was stuffed, packed tight with solid erection and hard round beads. As I rocked gently, I felt Robert press inside until he rubbed the beads through my cunt walls. I took a deep breath and rocked again.. and again... Incredible! Wonderful! I gave up thinking adjectives and concentrated on sensation as I worked my cunt up and down R
obert's cock.

  I watched him. Saw the pleasure soften his face and the heat glimmering deep in his eyes. I wasn't the only one spiraling to the outer galaxy. I leaned forward so my clit felt more of the pressure and rocked up and down until Robert moaned. I was close to coming now, breathing hard as sensation built and grew and...

  "Nearly there?" Robert gasped.

  I nodded. Groaning as passion turned my brain chemicals to boiling pitch. I let out a long, slow moan as the nerve endings in my cunt drew up for the leap into joy. The first waves of orgasm rippled through me as Robert pulled out the first bead. A wild yell of delight burst in my chest. My whole body roared and the next one came, and the next. My body awash, my mind drowning, I shouted and groaned and sang the wildness that flooded me. I lost balance, collapsing on Robert just as he came, his heated spunk bursting into me as my last vibrations slowed and calmed.

  I lay on top of him, as his warm jism oozed out of my cunt and the last sweet spasms of pleasure faded to gentle ripples. I rolled off him, nestling beside him, my head on his chest. The beads in his hand glistened with lubricant and I still throbbed deep inside.

  Robert opened his eyes and grinned. "Happy anniversary."

  I can't wait for Halloween.

  The Kiss of the Blade

  "You're not sure about this are you?"

  Alicia all but glared at Pete. "You're damn right!"

  He gave her a hard kiss, before she swore again. "No sweat, love. You call the shots on this." Resisting the temptation to nudge her along, he wanted her to need this as much as he did. "Mind bringing out the salad? Dinner's almost ready."

  She walked into the house and Pete turned the lamb chops one last time, wishing he could season them with some magic herb to induce compliance. He made do with rosemary and garlic. If the food tasted half as good as it smelled, he'd win her over. Women had a tendency to weaken when faced with a man who cooked, and Alicia hadn't refused outright. His last two girlfriends had disappeared over the horizon when he'd asked to shave their pussies.