9781631051500RekindlingtheFlameLeFoy (2 page)

For the millionth time, she reached for her cell phone in her pocket and then remembered.
It’s not there.
She felt naked without it, lost. In her heart she worried about her business, her customers needing her to straighten out their accounting problems. But she kept her mouth shut and went along with Paul’s plan, eager to see where he’d take her.

After hiking a few miles through trees and mud and ferns, he spread out the blanket in a nice soft, secluded spot, laid her on it and plopped down next to her. Rolling onto his side, he kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She locked her lips around his tongue and sucked. Down below, her panties grew moist as Paul speared her mouth repeatedly and moaned. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer. God, she’d missed this.

Seconds later, he pulled his lips from hers. “Take your shirt off.”

She gasped “Here? What if somebody sees us?”

Paul raised one eyebrow. “We didn’t see one person on the way in, and besides, I don’t care. I want you. Here, now.” His dark fingers went to work on the buttons of her shirt. When he had them all undone, he spread the material wide. His hands slid below the fabric of her bra to palm her ample breasts.

Marcy was already embarrassed, but somehow the daylight and the unusual circumstance had her sweating bullets. How long had it been since they’d made love with the lights on, much less au natural? She desperately wished she was skinnier. Paul’s hands slid her bra down and she laid her own hands over his, stopping him. “Paul, I’m not sure about this.”

“Shh. I love your breasts this big. Let me see them.” He reached behind, unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Her creamy, large breasts spilled out, the nipples semi-hard. She felt naked, exposed. But when his large hands covered them and squeezed, some of her nervousness ebbed.

He lowered his mouth and sucked on one, then gave it a little bite. The scrape of his teeth tightened the bud and sent tingles from her breast to her pussy. He nibbled again, then gave the other nipple the same attention.

“Paul.” Oh God, her pussy was already wet. She opened her legs and writhed underneath his possessive caress.

“Yes, baby. I want you to touch your breasts. Hold them, squeeze them while I get us undressed.”

She gulped and put her hands on her breasts. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Pinch the nipples. Harder.” Paul took his shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing a taut six-pack stomach. How the hell he kept in such great shape while on the road she didn’t know. Her man was as gorgeous today as the day she’d married him. The sight of his naked body had her fingernails digging into the swell of her breasts.

“Yeah, baby. Oh fuck, that’s hot. Do it some more.”

She keyed on the rough sound of Paul’s voice and dug her painted pink nails deep into her flesh. The sensation tightened her nipples even more, until they wanted to be sucked hard. She swept a finger over the top of one and moaned, arching her back.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Paul slid her jeans and panties down then unzipped his own. As he shoved his boxers down, his cock sprang free, the end of it moist with pre-cum.

Her husband had the longest, thickest prick she’d ever seen. Already, her walls clenched at the thought of having him inside her. Still, she worried her thighs were too fat. She tensed when he touched them.

“I love these too, baby. Love to see them part so my dick can enter you.” With both hands, he pushed her knees toward her chest and splayed her legs wide. Cool air rushed against her cunt. He traced a finger along her folds and dipped it inside her dripping wet core.

She shuddered around his thick digit, forgetting about her thighs and eager for more.

“Marcy. Fuck, I want you.” He pushed his pants off the rest of the way and positioned the swollen bulb of his cock at her entrance. With one push he plowed inside, spearing her open.

Her walls clenched around the invasion. Everything about Paul felt so right. His girth stretched her, but didn’t hurt. In fact, he filled her more completely than any other man ever had. On his third drive he buried himself deep, his tip bumping her cervix. Her body gripped his solid length, then relaxed around it.

“Marcy, fuck.” His fingers dug into her ass as he rocked against her, exploring and filling every crevice within her cunt. “Touch your breasts some more. Harder.”

She didn’t hesitate this time. Watching the muscles of her husband’s chest, abs and arms flex and ripple heated her desire. The fire in his eyes held her captive. She was white-hot for him now, and would do anything he asked—her own body issues no longer important. Digging her nails into her breasts hard enough to leave marks, she watched for Paul’s reaction.

“Present them for me. Please.”

She cupped her hands underneath them, the nipples pointing straight up and savored his pained groan.

“Oh fuck. I’m not going to last.” Sweat beaded on his forehead. “I’m sorry babe. It’s been too long.” He pulsed inside her again, and his cock seemed to swell and throb. Gaze glued to her breasts, he pumped into her one more time and then keened his release.

Hot semen shot into her, coating her channel. She spasmed around his solid length, the extra heat almost pushing her over the edge.

Panting, Paul pulled his glistening cock out and lowered down. He kissed her breasts one by one, then nibbled on the swollen tips. While working his way down her belly he reached under her ass and pushed it up.

Excitement skittered through her. They hadn’t done this in a long time. When Paul’s mouth reached her mound, she laid her thighs open wide and cried out. His strong, manly tongue pressed on her already primed clit and held. Then he began to move it back and forth, swirling in a circular fashion he knew she liked best. Her orgasm fluttered, then pounded into her when Paul pressed his entire mouth to her mound and used it to circle. Screaming into the treetops, she came hard, not caring who heard her.

Using his fingers and his tongue, Paul wrung every last bit of pleasure from her quivering body until her legs trembled. When her orgasm had finally waned, he traced a finger up and down her wet slit, murmuring approval. He raised his head and when she caught sight of his face wet with their mingled juices a tremor wracked her, and she nearly came again. Paul grinned like a happy fox. She didn’t need to see his cock to know he was hard again and would soon be back inside her where she needed him most.

He continued to play with her slit, dipping his fingers in and out, and then traveling up to tease her clit. As she writhed beneath him, he watched her with dark hooded eyes. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”

Oh God
. Her womb rippled with pleasure. She and Paul had always loved that position. It drove him deeper inside her than any other, giving her the most intense orgasms. Without hesitation she did as he asked, pushing her big butt up into the air unashamedly.

“Yes, baby.” He stroked and licked her exposed pussy until her toes curled and her fingers clenched the blanket so hard she feared she’d rip it. “Come on. Come for me.”

When she didn’t immediately comply, he slapped her left ass cheek. Then he gently bit it as he continued to stroke her moist flesh. He then slapped the right cheek, and bit it too.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, wishing it was his cock.

“Come for me, and I’ll fuck you hard and fast, just like you want it.” He slapped again.

This time, she roared into orgasm, her desire for his cock inside her swelling her channel in anticipation. To her surprise, Paul immediately removed his fingers and drove his cock into her vibrating core.

Marcy screamed with shock and relief. Her orgasm changed, deepening, as his length filled her already quivering pussy.

In a few quick thrusts, he joined her, roaring her name, his voice so raw and tortured she could see his contorted face in her mind’s eye. From the sound of his orgasm, he’d given her everything he’d been holding back. She wanted to weep with relief.

She bowed her head and back, savoring the moment as he continued to plunder every inch of her cunt, letting him take her where they both needed to go. Where they hadn’t been in so long. Her heart ached. They’d both been so busy they hadn’t made time for this. For making love, the way they used to. She’d been missing it so badly. Missing him. A tear worked its way out of her eye as he pulled out and laid them both on the blanket.

His low voice rumbled in his chest. “Mmmm. God, I needed to feel you.”

“I know.” She sniffled, her finger playing in his dark chest hair.

His hand cupped the back of her head, holding it close to his body and kissed her forehead. “Don’t cry, Marcy. It’s okay.”

“But I miss you so much.”

Paul sighed heavily, the motion making his massive, muscle-hardened chest rise and fall. “I know. And I’m going to be gone for two weeks.”

She stifled the urge to scream and rip the sun out of the sky. Instead, she swallowed and tried to control her roiling emotions. “When do you leave?”

“Monday.”

This time she did cry out. “Monday! God. That’s not fair, Paul. That’s so not fair.” She bit her lip, trying not to cry but knowing far too well the toll the upcoming lonely nights would have on her. On them. On their marriage. She worried their marriage would eventually slip away if they kept on like this, be lost on a plane somewhere between here and Dallas, or Eugene, or New York, just like a wayward piece of luggage.

“I know.” He hugged her tighter. “I’m sorry. It’s this job, Marcy. Traveling is part of the work.”

“You’re gone so much, I’ve always wondered if you’re having an affair.” The bitter words passed her lips before she could call them back.

He vaulted to sitting. “Never. I wouldn’t do that to you, Marcy.” His dark bushy eyebrows turned down as he frowned. “I miss you all the time, every night we’re apart.”

“Then why do you have to leave again?” Guilt burned her chest. “I feel so miserable when you’re gone, I just sit and eat.” There, she’d said it. Admitted her problem. With him gone she became a lonely wreck. “That’s why I’m so fat.”

“Baby.” He caressed the swell of her breasts then down her belly. “I love you at any size. But you knew when I took this position that travel was part of it. Are you saying you want me to quit? That you’ve changed your mind?”

She curled both her lips around her teeth, unsure what to say. They’d never had a discussion about this. About work and how it was affecting their marriage. New territory frightened her, but she could see from Paul’s expression he was determined to hash this out right here, right now. A thrill shot through her at Paul taking command.

“You were the one that wanted me take this job for the money.” He sighed. “The only other position open to me right now is going back to the college and that means a huge cut in pay. Can you live with that?”

She thought about it for two whole seconds. Did they need the extra money? Could they still make the house payment? Did it matter if Paul was home with her every night where he belonged? “Yes.” She nodded. No way was she going to pass up this chance with the offer on the table.

He nodded and then lay back down on his side. “Okay. What are we going to do about your job?”

“My job?” Her back immediately stiffened. “I don’t travel. I’m always home.”

“Yes, you are, but you work all night now, and never take a break. Even when I am home, you seem to be hiding behind a mountain of work. You never want to spend time with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? Marcy, I don’t even feel like we have a marriage anymore. You seem to be telling me to go away. Is that what you really want? For our marriage to be over?”

She sucked in a long breath and realized in a sudden flash he was right. She’d used her job to keep a distance between them so she didn’t have to confront his frequent departures, her weight or her loneliness. “Oh, Paul. I’m sorry. That’s not what I want.  I’ll change too. I promise.” For the first time since they’d left the house, she didn’t miss her cell phone and wished her clients would give her some space. If it came down to a choice between her clients and her marriage, she’d choose Paul. Every time.

He lay on top of her, the head of his cock lined up with her entrance. “Okay then. We’re gonna do this. As reward, let’s go somewhere nice as soon as we can. Hawaii maybe. Let’s make this a new start for us. Agreed?”

Oh yes. She’d agree to that. Seeing Paul practically naked on a beach was a welcome idea. As he slowly slid once more inside her, the deal was sealed.

* * * *

Sunday Morning

Neah Bay, Washington

Paul buttered his toast and spread some strawberry preserves over it. “Just so we’re clear, no business calls or work after five p.m. weeknights and no work on weekends?”

“Yes. I’ll agree to that. You’re calling the university Monday?”

He nodded. “I’ll call from Tampa. Tell them I want my old job back. See if I can interview as soon as I return.”

“Paul that would be so wonderful.” No more empty nights. More time for being a couple. Maybe after patching up their relationship, they could finally work on a baby.

He chuckled. “Tell me that when you see my first paycheck.”

She squinted her eyes at him, a move he didn’t miss. “Paul, you did all this to remind us we need to be a couple. If we don’t make any changes, I don’t see how our marriage will survive.” She sniffled, tears threatening again. The thought of divorce crumpled her heart.

“Baby.” Paul put down his toast and laid a hand over hers. “Don’t.”

“I can’t help it. I just…” She picked up a napkin and swiped at a tear that managed to leak down her cheek. Hating looking like a big cry baby didn’t diminish the fact that the hidden emotional toll from all those lonely nights was coming back home to roost now that Paul was leaving again—tomorrow morning. Already she felt the ache of his absence.

“Hey.” Paul stood over her chair and cupped her cheek. “It’s all right. Tell me. What can I do?”

She pulled his hand off her face and onto her breast. “Touch me again. Please. I need you to.”