Chapter 3
Kathy cringed as the humid air engulfed her when she stepped out of the truck.
Dean had teased her the whole way home, stroking her until she couldn’t take anymore, and then soothing the ache away. He never made her too frantic, but did just enough to keep her primed. She wanted to get inside the house and work him into the same frenzy. She knew at this point he could barely contain himself.
She looked at him across the hood of the truck. They were a miracle. Six months ago their marriage looked like it was over, but the anger that festered in her told her it wasn’t. She loved him, she just couldn’t live with him. It seemed to have gone from a small argument to her flipping through the yellow pages for lawyers.
But he'd taken the initiative after she went to the counselor and built the bridge to her heart. He went out of his way to relearn her, complimenting her, and eventually getting her into bed, where he reignited her fire. Of course it sounded easy, but they’d worked hard at it.
She smiled at him. “I’ll race you to the bed!” She took off at a dash.
“First one there gets tied!” He yelled back.
“I want to tie you!” She threw open the door and raced down the hall. His heavy footfalls came slow behind her.
“You weren’t even racing!” she said as she stood at the bedroom door.
“You tied me last night. Today is your day.”
“Oh.” She dug her toe into the carpet. “I…I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” She peeked up to see the smile on his face falter.
Disappointing him made her feel like she couldn’t be trusted to make the effort after all of his diligence in repairing their marriage. Could she trust him? How could she not?
His hands hung at his sides; the silence became thick. Three small steps closed the distance between them and she placed her palm on his chest. “I trust you,” she whispered.
“I don’t trust myself.”
“Why do you have to trust yourself?” His breath blew hot over her ear, sending prickles down her arms.
“I don’t trust myself to relax. I don’t trust myself to just enjoy you loving me. I think too much.”
Muscled arms enfolded her. “You are more enticing now then you ever were. Your body is sensual, but it’s you inside that turns me on the most. How about letting me try? You can tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“Yes.” She could barely say the word. Giving herself over to him sounded easy, until she did it. She got better at it each time, trusting him more in little bits. The muscles in her stomach trembled and ached.
A warm, calloused palm found the small of her back and propelled her into their dim bedroom. The scent of her sandalwood candle, though unlit, still carried in the warm air enveloping the room. This space was a safe haven she created to relax them. She
redecorated when they renewed their marriage vows. A new space for them to make new memories.
His hands slipped down, cupping her rear as he pushed her towards the bed. They stopped at the edge, and from behind her, he popped the button open on her skirt and smoothed the denim down over her thighs until it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the circle of fabric as he ran his hands slid over her legs and hips, palming her stomach, then cupping her breasts. His hands felt like liquid heat on her skin, making her shiver as they skimmed her body.
Releasing her breasts, he slid his hands back down, grasped the hem of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. Then he pushed her forward, lowering her gently facedown to the bed where the beaded coverlet scraped her nipples, making them pebble.
He lowered himself over her, pressing her into the mattress, spreading her legs as he did so.
Her heart pounded in her chest at feeling him covering her. She arched her hips forward and pushed against him, her wet slit grinding into the rough denim containing his bulging erection.
“You’re soaking my jeans.”
She could hear the smile in his voice, but her pussy clenched at the image.
He lifted himself slightly and she heard the rasp of his zipper. Then the head of his warm hard cock slipped into her, teasing, a mere two inches, just enough to make her mind spin with want.
She moved to push herself back on him, but his hand grabbed her hips hard, almost bruising them. “No. My turn.”
“I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you.”
“More.”
Suddenly he slammed fully into her, making her breath leave in a great whoosh. But before she could savor the feeling, he'd pulled all the way back out, leaving her vacant.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes.” Sweat gathered on her forehead, itching as it trickled onto her face. Is this what she wanted all those times when she needed more?
He pressed her hips into the coverlet, causing the beads to grind into her skin. “Move to the center of the bed, but stay on your stomach. I'm going to tie you now.”
Her muscles tightened at the order. She could come right now, just at the image of what he wanted her to do. This scene was one of her favorites from the books, but she had always been too afraid.
Envisioning those straps holding her down…in fantasy she wanted it. It had power when it became real. They were married, but she’d never given her whole self. That’s what the straps meant to her. To give herself over to him completely.
He released her hips and she complied, arranging herself spread-eagle in the middle of the bed. As she did so, he pulled four Velcro straps from under the bed at the corners.
He made it seem almost nonchalant how he opened them, strapping them around her ankles and wrists. Surprisingly, their snugness comforted. They made her feel safe.
She heard him open and close a drawer, then felt his fingers slather cool cream onto her slit. It smelled of mint and tingled as he worked it all around her clit, her lips and her tight pucker. Tingling became a slow burn. She took a mouthful of blanket and bit down. She wanted to feel his cock reach so deep.
When he'd slathered her sufficiently, he covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and walked to the other side of the room.
A switch snapped and a dull hum filled the room. Her heart filled her mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take anymore, but it would be a lie. Beneath the denial lay such a strong need that it consumed her. She wanted it all.
She trickled onto the comforter. “Dean?” Her voice sounded like she smoked a pack a day.
“What do you want Kath?”
“I want you.”
“What exactly do you want?”
The hum came closer.
“I want you in me, I want you all over.”
“All you ever need to do is ask.” The bed beside her thighs depressed.
Cold hard silicone rooted at her. It swirled and vibrated. It slithered between her lips, spreading her wide. Its bulbous head stretched her and packed her full. As she relaxed into it, he pushed it another inch, his fingers touching her rim. Rocking her in a smooth rhythm, he pulled out then pushed back in again. Slowly, inch-by-inch, building her up.
She gasped when the pad of his thumb swirled around her pucker, pressing in, slipping past the tight ring. She scrunched her rear up into the air wanting more. Her breath drew ragged against the pillows. Thoughts tumbled in her mind of her fantasies, then rambled to how he knew exactly what she wanted.
“I want to see you. I want to see your face as I make you come.”
It seemed as if he took forever to take the vibrator out, letting its circular motions spiral out of her.
His arm reached over to undo the restraints at her wrists and she felt the heaviness of his erection thump her thigh. She loved him. Every lickable, suckable inch of hardness. The second wrist came undone and she slithered under him, tantalizing his cock with her
wet cleft, stroking him between her juiced lips. She wanted him to lose it, to come all over her back in big spurts.
He pulled away and chuckled, the tear of the Velcro signaling her release. It didn’t make her as free as she thought. In a way, she wanted to have them back on.
“Can you put them back on?”
“Not tonight. I want you to love them, not fear them. I want them to tantalize you.”
Kathy turned over onto her back and looked at him, the cover sticking to her damp skin. She still thought he was the best looking guy she’d ever seen, and he loved her so much. He’d proven that with actions. “Dean, thank you.”
“What else do you want?”
“No, I mean thank you for fighting for us. For loving me that much.” She watched his features soften from stark desire to burning passion.
“You never said that before.”
“I meant to. I’m sorry. I never told you how I felt.”
He lay down alongside her, their skin sticking together. He ran his fingers down her side and her body trembled and goosebumped.
“I want the weight of you on top of me.” She curled into him and dragged the tip of her tongue around the soft swirl of his ear. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him to her. He rolled his body on top of her and kissed her like he meant it. Like all of the words he'd never spoken to her before were in those kisses. Pieces of fights came back to her, flashing like hallucinations, all the horrible things she’d said. She was so sorry. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him back with renewed passion.
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