Breaking Perfect (5 page)

Playing sounded lovely. The piano
was therapy. He suggested it, not because he wanted her to play for him, but
because he wanted her to play for herself. Pounding her frustration out on
those black and white keys until they transformed into something beautiful had
a soothing effect on her nerves. Mason would’ve much rather swam, she guessed,
but was grateful for his concession. “Yes, I can do that for you.”

He kissed her nose. “Good. Call me
if you need anything. Try to sleep. I’ll see you in one hour.”

* * * *

Mason quietly shut the door and
returned to his study. Gazing down at the message he’d been mindlessly staring
at for twenty-five minutes while his wife fell to pieces in his absence, he
cursed. What a prick he was.

“
Fuck
!” he hissed as he
swept a pile of papers angrily off the small table in front of him.

It had been almost a year and he
fucked it all up. How could he have been so absentminded? Maybe because he was
a goddamn bastard! He picked the crumpled message up off the floor.

Perhaps it was a good thing he
fucked up today. He knew what the message meant. Old man O’Malley had finally
died. But what just happened to his wife was exactly why he had no time to even
think on what the other man’s passing signified. Her episode was a reminder of
where his head should be. His duty was to Liberty and she would break if he
told her what was running through his head.

Mason stood and walked over to the
empty fireplace. Spotting the crumpled note in his hand, he refused to let
himself even glance at the number. He sighed and tossed the sheet of paper into
the hearth and left the room. The temptation of his past was unwelcome in his
present.

* * * *

Sunday morning went a lot better
than Saturday morning. By mid-afternoon Mason had Libby laughing and playing in
the indoor pool and Mason was wishing he didn’t have to go into work in a few
hours. It was moments like this that he recognized how lucky he was. Liberty’s
vivaciousness kept him young and her kindness never failed to keep him honest.
She humbled him with her trust, sometimes to the point of speechlessness.
 

He dove underwater and swam
directly to where Libby’s legs dangled under the surface. He reached for her
ankle and tugged her under, hearing her yelp just before the dunk. When she
broke the surface she immediately tackled him and tried to force him back down.
Her flesh, slick like a seal’s pelt, slid softly down his chest. They laughed
and wrestled for a few minutes longer until they were both out of breath.

Mason swam them over to the lower
end, towing Libby by her narrow waist. Once he was standing she wrapped her
slick legs around his torso and smiled at up at him. Her eyes were huge with
her hair smoothed back from the water, leaving her face without the usual frame
of curls. They were easily the prettiest blue that ever existed.

There was a longing in those blue
eyes. What did his little lady Liberty want? “If you could ask for one thing
right now and, no matter what it was, no matter how much the cost, I promised
to give it to you, what would you ask for?”

“A kiss.”

He laughed long and hard. She was
such a girl. “A kiss? Anything in the world and you would ask for a kiss? Not a
new designer bag or jewelry or a new car?”

“No. Those bags are ridiculous. Do
you know the one you bought me last month cost eight hundred dollars,
Mason?”
 
Of course he knew the price.
What he’d like to know is who told
her
.

“So?”

“So that could be eight weeks of
groceries for a small family or a much needed medical treatment for someone
suffering.”

At that he did kiss her, and he
kissed her well and good. His tongue pressed between soft lips and reached deep
inside her warm mouth as if searching for her soul. His body stirred when she
suddenly wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal or
perhaps more passion than he intended. What had gotten into her? She was
curiously stepping out of the shy and reserved persona she maintained for so
long. Her diffidence seemed to be fading and he liked it.

Her thighs tightened over his hips
and his body grew hard in response to the way she fit the crease of her cunt
against his cock. Although they were wearing their swimsuits, the material was
thin enough that every cleft and curve was evident.

Libby’s tongue pierced past his
lips as if she were on a mission. So unlike the other night, she now met him
with vigor. Perhaps this change had been long overdue and his Liberty realized
it before him. She had been drenched when he touched her the previous evening,
yet somehow he suspected he had missed his mark.

Libby always reacted to his sexual
overtures in a gentle, feminine way. He was satisfied with that. She was his
wife, he had to be, and he would never pressure her to do anything that could
make her uncomfortable. But, perhaps she
wanted
to be pressured.

She was suddenly like a woman
possessed. This was a side of his submissive little Libby he had never seen. It
was as if she had just thrown off a mask. He wondered how far he could push
this side of her and was delighted that he discovered it.

Mason’s fingers forked into Liberty’s
wet hair from the base of her neck. Spiked lashes closed over crystal blue
eyes. She clung to him with little effort in the waist deep water. His hand
coasted up her back and found the threads at the back of her bathing suit top.
He tugged. She didn’t seem to notice so he found the tie behind her neck and
did the same.

Taking control of the kiss he
ushered her to the wide stairs of the pool and rested her little bottom on the
second step down. Holding her at the waist, he broke the kiss and eased away
from her. As the space between them grew her top slithered into the water and
fell away leaving two perfectly pink tipped nipples.

His handling of Liberty suddenly
baffled him. He was a moron.
Why do I fuck her in the dark?
 
Potent want filled his gut and tunneled
through his cock.
Will she let me fuck her here?
 
Now?

She gasped, realizing he’d undone her
top and moved to cover her body. He caught her delicate wrists and stilled her
attempt. “No, let me see you.”

She didn’t relax in his grip, nor
did she struggle. She simply dropped each arm to her side and bared herself
just as he asked. Dear God, she was a wet dream. “You’re incredible, Lib. I
don’t know how an old guy like me got so lucky.”

“You aren’t old, Mason.
Thirty-eight is younger than it used to be.”

“This, from the wise twenty-eight
year old.”

“Well, you don’t look or act old to
me. I think you’re in better shape and more handsome than any twenty-something
guy I have ever met. Besides, with you I not only get a hot husband I get all
of your wisdom and experiences to learn from. You’re one of the smartest men I
know.”

“Again, I wonder how I got so
lucky.”

Something lurched between them in
that moment. A secret weighing a million pounds in emotions that could never be
fully purged, and he sensed he wasn’t the only one hiding something. His worry
never ended where his wife was concerned. He was the provider, the decision
maker, had the final say in their relationship, but she was the soul of
everything. He wanted the soul to be happy and unafraid, always, but eternal
content was a fairytale and Liberty’s entire existence was saturated in
internal disquiet. Her disorder left him impotent at times, a useless extension
of herself, unable to protect her and sometimes he hated the hell out of what she
had.

He looked at Libby curiously and
she bashfully lowered her lashes. “It’s almost time for you to get ready for
work,” she whispered.

He tipped her chin up so she looked
at him. “What would you give me, Liberty? If you could give me anything in the
world, no matter the cost, what would you allow me to have?”

A slow smile touched her mouth.
“All of it. Whatever you asked for, I would stop at nothing to make you happy.
I would give you my soul.”

She might’ve had more to say, but
he needed to kiss her again. He kissed her hard and was delighted when she
kissed him back with equal vigor. Mason moved to the step and pulled her onto
his lap. She went easily and the new position lifted her body so that her
breasts were displayed before him as she straddled his hips.

Wrapping his hands around the tops
of her spread thighs, he pulled her close. His cock found a snug crevice, past
her pussy, at the cleft of her ass and his mouth found those berry tipped
nipples. He sucked one than the other into his mouth, releasing each one with a
short popping sound. Chlorine slightly altered the natural flavor of her flesh.
Leaning back he admired his work. Each pink peak wore his kiss, bore his mark.
They were
his
tits.

His hand coasted over her hip and
down to her bikini bottom. She trembled above him and his barely contained
desire swelled inside of him as a spattering of goose bumps prickled her tender
skin. “Are you turned on right now, Liberty?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Would you let me make love to you
right here on these steps if I asked it of you?” She breathed a little harder
at the suggestion. Interesting. Perhaps it was time to enrich their intimate
relationship. Mason always tried to keep a bead on Liberty’s limits, but
perhaps they were changing. “Answer me.”

She moaned. “Yes.”

He didn’t know if she realized that
his position beneath her allowed him to feel every twitch and clench of her
pelvic muscles. She was excited. Highly excited and fighting to keep still.
What caused this? He wanted to see if he could push her farther out of her
typically cautious self.

“And what if I told you I didn’t
want to make love? What if I told you I wanted to fuck my wife?” His words were
out before he considered that they might not get the desired reaction.

A chill visibly traveled up her
body causing her to tremble and sigh. Her pupils dilated, as she looked at him
with denim blue irises, dark with arousal. Oh, something was definitely going
on with her.

His shock at his audacious words
disappeared. Calmly, softly, he asked, “Liberty, what if I told you I want to
yank this suit aside and shove my cock so far up your pussy you scream with
pleasure?” And the most incredible thing happened. He could swear her body
tightened so much over him that she may very well have had a mini-orgasm. They were
each full of surprises today. “Well, I guess that’s my answer then.”

In one quick move he had his swim
trunks shucked below his balls and kicked them off under the water as he yanked
her suit bottom aside and aligned his engorged cock with her tight little
pussy. Jesus H. Christ! He froze when he felt more than saw what she had done.
He looked down at her.

The expression of drunken lust on
her face morphed into panic. She shook her head. “It’ll grow back. I’m sorry. I
thought you would like it. I should have asked first.”

He pressed a finger to her lips to
shush her as he looked back down to see her bare lips again. “Stand up for me,”
he instructed in a hoarse voice.

She timidly climbed off of his lap
and stood on the third step. The absence of her body’s heat against the weeping
head of his cock was now in second place to his curiosity and need to inspect
his wife’s shaved flesh. Her suit folded back over the naked delta of her pussy
as she stood, utopia just a mere inch above the water.

“Take it off.”

She swallowed and removed the suit
bottom. Her blue gaze avoided his as she quickly folded it and placed it on the
side of the pool. Jesus Christ, had she gotten more beautiful. How long had it
been since he allowed himself to look at her in her naked glory like this? He
was a fucking moron for not looking at her like this every day. Fuck that,
every hour. He knew if he asked her she would do it too. If he said he thought
that would be something he would like she would undress like clockwork for him.

He cleared his dry throat. “Sit on
the edge of the pool.” She complied. Amazing. More turned on than the first
time he discovered an erotic picture of a nude in his father's desk drawer, he
instructed, “Spread your legs, Libby.”

She hesitated a moment, but then
slowly did as he asked. Her gaze remained hidden from him. When her creamy
thighs parted so did her outer labia. Like little pink petals of a flower, her
inner lips peeked out. Liberty had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. His
possessiveness of her body nearly toppled him.

An aura of purity had always
surrounded her and he coveted that quality, always careful not to corrupt her
innocence, yet, at this moment, he wanted to do very naughty things. He wanted
to make his sweet wife scream.

A trickle of white nectar gathered
at the seam of her slit. Without thinking he ran his finger over her opening.
Once he breached the small entry, his finger slid right in to the third
knuckle. Smooth, hot, thick honey coated his skin.