Marital Bliss (4 page)

Chapter Six

Mischa woke before Clint and slipped quietly from the bed. Her ass was sore. She’d enjoyed every minute of how it got that way though, so it was worth it. She smiled as she eased into the bathroom. Should she shower, taking the chance that she might wake him or just go downstairs and start coffee and breakfast?

Thoughts of hot water cascading over her sore muscles beat out coffee today and she pressed the buttons on the wall to start the shower. It was incredible. There was a keypad where she could even select the temperature of the water. Then she hit the
on
button and could choose if she wanted one, two, three or all four shower heads. They needed one of these puppies at home.

She was just finishing up when the door opened and Clint walked in.

“How much do you think one of these costs?”

“More than we can afford,” he answered with a laugh.

She sighed. “I know.”

“Besides you’d never get anything done because you’d be in the shower all the time. You’d get all pruney.”

She laughed then sniffed the air. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Ran down and started it brewing. Should be ready by now. I’ll just wash up while you get dressed.”

“What happened to no clothes?”

“I thought maybe we’d do some sightseeing today. The brochure says there are several nature path trails just behind the cabin.”

“That sounds great.”

“Plus the, uh, agent left a list of places in town that we might like to visit. There’s an antique store I thought we might check out. See if there’s anything your mom might like. I left the list and brochure by the coffee pot for you to look at.”

“Yeah! Maybe I can find something to take back for the girls too. I wonder if the wine was done locally.”

“I’m not sure they’ll appreciate a bottle of wine with our names and anniversary on it quite the same way we do.”

Mischa snorted and shook her head. “No, but I thought it would be cool to order some bottles for Christmas, with labels on them. Sort of a holiday present.”

“You are a great friend.”

“I am.” She kissed him softly on the lips before stepping around him to get out of the shower. She glanced back and gave a wolf whistle. “Nice ass.”

He gave it a shake that had her bursting into gales of laughter. She loved her man.

She hurried through drying off, wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped out to see he already had the suitcase opened on the bed. She grabbed a short, flirty dress and a soft pair of hip-hugger panties. Her husband loved them. Dressing, she quickly flew downstairs to grab the information and two cups of coffee.

There were several places she’d like to take a look at in town. Maybe they could plan to spend today looking around and then tomorrow or one other day this week walking the trails. That would be easier than trying to cram it all in one day. The wine and strawberries were still on the table so she headed into the bathroom and sat the coffee on the sink countertop. The wine would be fine and the strawberries would taste great this morning.

She towel dried her hair then ran a brush through it. She finally ended up pulling it up into a high ponytail. Clint was stepping out as she dusted a light powder over her face and put a little shadow on her eyes. She didn’t wear much makeup but she always felt naked if her eyes were bare.

“I love that smoky thing you do with your eyes. Looks sexy as hell.”

“Why, thank you.”

“Coffee,” he sighed, reaching for the cup she’d brought up for him. It was probably a good thing that they both loved coffee so much. It was easier in the morning when you both had that need for coffee.

She blinked on some mascara, and leaving her lips bare, turned to really greet her husband good morning. Setting his cup aside, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned in for a long, leisurely kiss. He tasted of coffee and Clint and she sighed in contentment
.

“Good morning,” she said slowly, easing her mouth from his.

“Definitely. How you feeling this morning?”

“I’m good.” When he just looked at her, she shook her head. “I’m a little sore, but in a good way.”

He grinned at her. “Yeah?”

She nodded and then he was kissing her and she could feel his happiness rising against her.

“Down boy,” she murmured. “If we start that, we’ll never leave and you promised me a day out today.”

He snickered. “It has a mind of its own. He’ll settle down if you promise him a reward for being good later.”

“I promise that what I have in mind for tonight will be more fun than you can imagine.”

“What kind of fun? Dirty? Kinky?”

She thought of the body paints and sheets she’d brought. “Yes.”

Clint lifted his brows at her and Mischa shook her head again. “I’m going to grab some shoes and head down.”

Clint groaned. “You have to use a phrase like ‘head down’ now?” He glanced at his cock.

She just snickered and snagging her cup of coffee, skirted around him and out of the bathroom. “I promise the wait will be worth it.”

Clint followed her out into the loft bedroom. “I know it will.”

“Breakfast here or grab something in town?”

“You want to head to town first?”

“I thought maybe we’d spend today checking out some of the places she listed and then another day walking the trails. Sound okay?”

“Whatever you want, honey,” he said, pulling on boxer briefs and then shorts. “As long as I’m with you, I’m good.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” He smiled at her. “Feeling adventurous today?”

She looked up from buckling her shoe. “What’s on your mind?”

“I brought a few things with me too,” he told her. “Like the vibrator we used in the shower.”

“Oh really,” she grinned.

“I have a little something maybe we could try out today.”

“Okay.”

He took out a bag she didn’t remember seeing in their suitcase and revealed something. “It’s a mini vibrator that you insert. It has an attachment that slips up between your lips and rests on your clit.”

She took it from him. “It looks like a butterfly.” It went off in her hand and she jumped and almost dropped it. Her gaze flew to him and he held up his hand with a remote. “Oh my god.”

“The key to the kingdom, so to speak. I can make the vibrator go off or just the butterfly dance, or both at the same time.” He demonstrated the toy for her. “The key is that you never know what’s coming. Or when.”

She swallowed, eying the device in a different light now.

“Game?”

She glanced at him then back down at the toy in her hand before nodding her head. He slipped the remote in his pocket.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She nodded again and headed back into the bathroom to put the toy in. She wasn’t surprised that her panties were already damp with excitement.

He kept her on edge all day. They’d gone to the antiques store first and by the time they left she’d forgotten about the toy. Well, not forgotten, so much as just become accustomed to it there. She’d just forgotten the part where he held the “key to the kingdom”. Her mistake.

As they’d left the store they’d run into the agent who had left them the gift and caught the “show” they provided. Mischa knew she was blushing but played it off as best she could. She’d thanked her for the basket, the lists and brochures, the plate of strawberries and lastly the wine. Turned out there was a place here in town that would personalize just about anything you could think of as a gift.

Mischa saw the woman casually throw a couple of glances at Clint but he was being quiet and letting her do all the talking. Mischa mentioned that she’d really like to recommend the cabin to her friends and, just like that, they were headed back to the office to pick up some brochures to take home.

She should have paid more attention to her quiet husband. As soon as she stepped through the door and into the air-conditioned office, the first flutter hit her clit. She squeaked. Like a damn mouse, she squeaked. She saw Clint’s shoulders shake a little out of the corner of her eye and did her best not to look at him. If she did she had no doubt they’d both be laughing.

“Are you all right?”

Ever the helpful agent, the woman looked at Mischa. And Clint turned the vibrator on. It rolled and moved inside her. It was quiet, thank god, but she was having a hard time keeping from moaning herself.

“The cold just hit me and blew a shiver down my spine,” Mischa lied, but at least it might explain her hard nipples at the moment. She was going to kill her husband.

By the time they left the office she was a quivering mess. As soon as they stepped out the door he turned them off and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“That was just on low,” he casually mentioned as they walked.

She groaned. “I thought I was going to lose it in there.”

“My dick’s so hard. I’m not sure which of us this is supposed to prime.”

She glanced down and noticed the bulge at her husband’s crotch. That might explain some of those glances the agent was throwing his way. Mischa laughed.

“Maybe you should be more careful with your toy,” she snickered. “Don’t want to accidently have it go off at the wrong moment.”

The flutter started again and in seconds increased in tempo. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Medium,” he said.

“Shit,” she groaned. If he decided to put it on high she was toast. She’d have an orgasm in front of God and everybody. She glanced at his hard cock just visible under his shorts. Of course, she had little doubt he’d come just watching her. It might be worth it.

Chapter Seven

Mischa’s legs were shaking when they got in the car. She’d been close to orgasm six times today before he’d backed off and let her come down. She wished he’d just let her come. They were silent until they hit the road out of town that would lead them to the cabin.

“Why don’t you pull your skirt up and slip your panties off?”

Mischa licked her lips and looked at him. The remote was out and in his hand. It would be guiding her while his other hand guided the car. She lifted her hips off the seat and shimmied her panties down over her thighs and off her ankles, leaving them on the floor. Then she slowly lifted her dress until her pussy was in clear view.

The folds were flushed and swollen, damp with her juices.

“Open your legs a little more for me,” he crooned and she shifted them wider. She reached over to the side and eased the seat down into a reclined position. She lifted the skirt of her dress a little higher and spread her thighs more. The flutter started.

She moaned and wiggled her hips on the seat. She was so primed and ready to go. The vibrator started and she flung her head back and tried to focus on breathing. It was wicked, so incredibly wicked.

“I see how tight and hard those nipples are.” His voice was a silken caress over her inflamed skin.

She reached back and loosened the halter top of her dress and let it drop so that her dress was a pool of material around her waist. She glanced his way and then took her nipples between her fingers and began pinching and tugging on them. He groaned and she knew he was imagining the same thing she was. His hands, his mouth, manipulating her nipples instead.

He moved the setting to medium. She cried out and her hips rocked on the seat. He turned the car onto the road that led them straight to the cabin. His eyes kept bouncing between her and the path ahead. Her stomach was a coil of nerves ready to burst at the last provocation.

“Unzip your shorts and let me see your cock,” she panted. She wanted to see how hard he was, how excited it made him to see her this way.

He pushed the brake and slid the car into park then made quick work of sliding his shorts and boxers down. His cock popped free, a hard, thick rod she wanted to taste and feel.

“Drive,” she demanded. She needed to get to the cabin, wanted the toy gone, replaced by him.

He shoved the car back in drive and drove a hell of a lot faster toward the top. She was whimpering and gyrating her hips, pinching and tugging her nipples. Her body was screaming for release. She glanced at the remote in his hand. He could give it to her. With one push of the button he could send her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut fighting to hold on, to keep from tumbling over the edge into the lake of pleasure.

The car stopped and the motor turned off. She fluttered her eyes open. Clint had the door open and was on his knees on the seat beside her. His cock was in his fist. The remote in his other hand.

“What do you want?” His voice was as strained as hers and she knew he was just as ready as she was.

She licked her lips. His cock was so close. She could almost taste it. She slid her seat belt free, almost laughing as her hands fumbled pressing the release. He’d obviously had no trouble freeing his belt. Her eyes locked on his.

“I want you to jack off on me. My face, my tits, wherever you want to.” He groaned and pumped his cock faster. “And when you’re close to coming, when you can feel it. I want you to rev me up to high.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. His hand pumped his cock faster and faster.

She was moaning and wiggling. Pinching her nipples, she licked her lips again and flicked her tongue at him. “Give it to me. Give me all your come.”

The toy ramped up to high and Mischa screamed as orgasm rocked through her. She felt the hot splash of his cum on her chest, her chin and then her pussy. It drove her higher. She used her fingers to bring the taste of him from her chin to her mouth. So good. She loved the taste of him, loved knowing that it was all for her.

She moaned again. “Off,” she mumbled, panting and writhing as the toy continued stroking her.

“Shit,” she heard Clint mutter before the toy finally stilled. She continued to twitch and moan, feeling the phantom strokes over her already-screaming nerve endings.

Clint took his shirt off and used it to clean her up. He gently removed the toy from her, making her cry out again as a tiny wave triggered through her once more.

“Shhh,” he crooned as he used his shirt to wrap the toy up. He gave a weak laugh. “I think I might need a minute before I carry you into the house.”

She remained sprawled out in the passenger seat. “Holy shit! Where did you find that?”

“Jonas,” Clint answered. “He and Jacey have one.”

“Figures Jacey would have it first,” Mischa snorted, making Clint laugh.

She watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his boxers and shorts back up, zipping them but leaving the button undone. She should probably pull her dress up but she didn’t have the energy and, if they were sticking to their naked rule, then it would just be undone again as soon as they reached the house.

She smiled when he bent to lift her into his arms and shut the door for him. She snuggled up, letting her head rest in the groove of his neck and sighed. Most of their trip so far had been spent either sleeping or having sex, with a few meals thrown in here and there. All in all, it was the best vacation she’d ever had.

He slid her onto her feet on the porch so that he could unlock and open the door. Her legs were still wobbly and she let the cabin wall hold her up.

“Want me to pick you up again?” Clint asked.

Smiling, she shook her head. “As long as I don’t have far to go, I’m good.”

Clint nodded his head. “I think we should relax for the rest of the day. Much more at this pace and I think I might have a heart attack.”

Mischa giggled. She totally agreed. Sex was amazing, but then it always was with Clint. He’d been her first and, hopefully, he would be her only. It seemed so many couples were getting divorced. The statistics often scared her. Especially when it happened to people they knew.

They made it inside and collapsed on the couch. She lay there for a long moment just breathing him in. He was so solid, her rock in life. They fought and had arguments just like everyone else, but they never went to bed mad. Never. They had time together and time separate where they could hang out with friends. They respected each other and had agreed from day one that they would always listen and hear the other person out when it came to the big stuff.

The little stuff was different. When they couldn’t agree on a movie or a place to eat or even what television show to watch, they had a system. It was pretty simple. They took turns, which meant sometimes he won and sometimes she did. And if things ever got heated, they had a code word. This was to signal to the other person that things were going a little far and that they both might need a time out. So far all this worked.

She wasn’t naïve and neither was Clint. They both understood that marriage and their relationship were something they had to work at and maintain. It wouldn’t always be easy or smooth sailing. But then, the important things in life rarely were.

She glanced up at him and smiled. Someday she hoped they had a little boy who looked just like him, all shaggy blond hair and big green eyes.

He dropped a kiss on her brow. “I love you, Mischa.”

“I love you too.”

They just stayed there for a while, content to sprawl half-dressed across one another. She wondered if Clint even realized that he continuously ran his hand over her skin, just soothing and touching. Probably not. He was just one of those people who liked to touch. He was always hugging, kissing or rubbing on her. She loved it.

“I can’t decide if I want to collapse on the bed for the rest of the night or not,” Clint said as he stretched and shifted.

“I’d say we could snuggle and watch a movie or two, but there’s the whole no-television thing.”

“So, how much trouble would I be in if I admitted that my laptop is hidden in the car?”

Mischa laughed. “Depends on why it’s hidden in the car.”

“Well, I thought it would be great to have just in case we needed it.”

“No work?”

“No work.”

“Don’t suppose you have any movies hidden with it that we might want to watch.”

“I may have bought a few newer releases that we both mentioned wanting to see and haven’t gotten around to.”

“There’s popcorn in the kitchen.”

“So I’ll go grab the laptop and movies and set it up in the loft? You make the popcorn?”

“I’m glad you thought of it. I’ll meet you up there!”

Clint kissed her softly then pushed to his feet. “Do I know my wife or what?”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her and made her laugh harder. Yeah, he knew her pretty well. She pushed to her feet and pulled the top of her dress up and tied it real quick. It definitely needed to go upstairs and find its way into the bag she’d brought along just for their dirty clothes. She snickered. There certainly wouldn’t be a lot of laundry to do when they got home.

She heard the door open and close and Clint yelled out as he headed toward the loft. She got the popcorn popping and opened the fridge to grab some bottles of water. After searching a few cabinets she found the perfect bowl to use for popcorn and rinsed it out. She could hear the shower as she headed up the stairs. Just the thought of all those showerheads drenching her in hot water made her sigh in anticipation.

They really needed to check into getting shower like that for home. Maybe for their next anniversary.