Satisfaction Guaranteed (27 page)

Emma looked at him, then up at the stars. "Beautiful."

"Like you." He moved his hand down to cup her breast.

"You haven't given up," she said.

"No." He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, then toyed with her nipple.

"I did tell you I couldn't go through with it," Emma reminded him.

"You said no to actual sex. That leaves some room to maneuver," Gage pointed out. "Foreplay. Manual stimulation. Hands. Mouths."

"I don't know."

Gage pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. It was a position that made it very easy for him to touch her, and he communicated his intent by placing one hand over her breast and the other low on her belly, his fingertips brushing her pubic curls. She hesitated a moment or two and then opened her thighs enough to let him settle his hand fully over her sex.

"I'll make it easy for you," he whispered into her ear. "You belong to me, and I refuse to let you go. I have you naked for my pleasure. I'm going to touch you the way I want to. I'm going to fill you with my hands the way I want to fill you with my cock. And do you know what else, Emma?" He squeezed her mons, then ground his hand against her soft flesh. "I'm going to make you like it. I'm going to make you come."

He felt her shudder in his arms. Her breathing accelerated, but she didn't move away from him or protest. She stayed still, and when he worked a finger into her, he found her hot and tight and so slick that he felt equal parts triumph and lust rush through him.

He wanted to scoot her forward on his legs, position his cock, and thrust into her while he pulled her back down, filling her with every hard inch of his shaft. And then he wanted
her to ride him, her round ass slapping against him as she took him, bouncing in his lap as he penetrated her again and again.

Since he couldn't do that, Gage told her what he wanted to do to her in explicit detail while he reached around to find her clit with one hand. He stroked the sensitive nub while he added a second finger to the one buried in her wet heat. His hands established a rhythm that he gradually increased until her hips began to rock in time. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she rode his fingers, giving in to him, to the pleasure of the moment and her need.

"That's it," he grated out in a harsh whisper. Her pelvis rocked into his hand faster, her movements growing frenzied. "You want to come, don't you? You feel so hot, so wet, and it feels so good having my hands between your thighs."

"Yes." Her voice sounded choked.

"Then come for me, Emma. Come for my fingers or I'll fuck you."

The erotic threat made her moan, and Gage felt her grow even slicker as he plunged his fingers rhythmically into her. "I'll do it," he whispered. She was so close. He had her right on the edge, and he was determined to push her over. "I'll fill you with my cock again and again while I bounce your beautiful ass up and down on my lap."

She made a low sound, and then he felt her body go tight as her back arched and her hips bucked. Her inner muscles clamped down on his invading finger as she broke and came for him.

Gage kept his hands where they were as she shuddered and finally grew still. "Wow," she said finally.

"Wow is good. I like wow." He kissed her shoulder as she relaxed back against him.

"It sounded so sexy. Like a lap dance, but the real thing."

Gage thumbed her nipple and wondered how much longer he could continue this conversation without having to stop and give himself some relief. "You can dance on my pole, too."

She laughed, a soft sound magnified just slightly by the water. "You want me."

"I think you can feel just how much." No point in being subtle when the hard ridge of his cock was pressed against her.

"I want it like that," Emma said. She wiggled in his lap, pressing the soft flesh of her ass into him. "Please."

It might be a mistake. But he'd been without her for too long and wanted her too badly. And she'd asked him for it. He could deny himself, but he was powerless to deny her.

"Please," she said again, and that settled it. Gage placed his hands on her hips, raised her up, and angled her slightly forward. That let him guide her slick opening to the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and pulled her downward as he thrust up simultaneously, seating himself fully inside her welcoming flesh as he held her on his lap.

"Oh." She made a sound of half surprise, half pleasure, and Gage fought the urge to come instantly as her inner muscles squeezed around his cock.

"This won't last long," he informed her. Emma was hot and slick around him, his balls were aching, and he didn't think he'd ever been so hard. Her round ass felt soft and giving as she squirmed in his lap.

He used his grip on her to help her ride him as he rocked his hips into her, and she rocked with him in a
rhythm that made his heart thunder. The water added buoyancy and softened his strokes. She arched her back to take him deeper, grinding her bottom into his lap, and Gage reached around her to search out her clit. He stroked the sensitive nub while he drove into her. Emma was breathing hard and making little sounds that told him just how much she liked this position.

"You love bouncing up and down in my lap, getting fucked good and hard, don't you?"

"Yes," she moaned in response. "Yes, God, yes. Don't stop."

"I won't stop." He thrust harder. "I'm going to make you come for me again, and then I'm going to empty my balls into you."

He felt her inner muscles fluttering, and the knowledge that she was on the verge of orgasm triggered his. He held her tight as he pumped himself into her while she came with him.

"That felt so good." Her voice was a soft sigh in the semidarkness. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. "I may not be able to move again, though. I won't be able to walk back to bed."

"I'll help you." He cupped his hands over her breasts, loving the shape and feel of them.

"Mmm. I like that." She sprawled in his lap looking utterly abandoned, her legs spread, her back arching to push her breasts into his hands.

"I do, too." Gage stayed inside her, holding her, and wished he could freeze this moment in time. What did it mean that she'd said yes to him after looking at him in the
starlight? What sort of change of heart had she had? How could he build on this fragile connection to repair the damage to their marriage?

After a few minutes, Emma sighed and shifted in his lap. "I guess we should climb out before we turn into prunes."

"True." Gage shifted her forward and withdrew from her, then helped her to her feet. They climbed out of the sunken tub together. He pulled down thick towels and handed one to her. Emma took it and dried herself off, then wrapped it around her body sarong style. Gage dried off and decided to let her set the tone. He wrapped the towel around his waist before he reached for her hand. He led her to the bedroom, and they climbed into bed together.

"Do you feel more comfortable with the towels?" Gage asked. "Or do you trust me not to ravish you against your will if we take them off?"

"I suppose we'll get the sheets damp if we don't." Which answered the question only indirectly, but Gage watched as she unwrapped herself, tugged the towel free, and then looked around as if uncertain what to do with it.

"I'll hang them up." He took it from her and kept his own towel around his waist until he reached the bathroom. Then he hung them to dry and walked back to her naked.

The bedroom was dim, too. The curtains were open, so the only illumination came from the moon and the city lights outside. Light enough that she could see. Dark enough that she could pretend he was a stranger named Adam if she wanted to avoid dealing with too much at once.

Gage knew that the two of them sharing a bed tonight was a long ways from reconciliation, but a part of him had
relaxed with the knowledge that he could still make her want him.

"I missed you," she said when he rejoined her in the bed. Gage drew her into his arms and settled her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you, too," he murmured, not sure if she meant the past weeks apart, the gradual distance over the years, or the time it had taken him to hang towels to dry. For him, it was true for all three.

"Tell me something." Her voice was soft, a little uncertain.

Gage gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Anything."

"How was it? For you? In the tub?"

"Life altering." That was the plain truth, although maybe not how she needed to hear him say that she'd pleased him. He tried again. "Nothing else compares. How was it for you?" He knew she'd enjoyed herself, but how did she feel otherwise?

"The same, but not the same." She traced a pattern over his heart with her fingers. "Like the first time all over again, but different."

The first time had been in the backseat of a base-model compact car. This time he had a luxury penthouse suite to offer her, with all the romantic touches he hadn't been able to give her then. He'd wanted to give her more, had known full well how much more she deserved, and he'd burned with the need to be able to give her everything.

"Better?" Gage asked.

"Different." She stretched against him, and he felt his body react to the slide of her breasts and her bare legs. "I think we should try it in bed next."

Her hand moved down his chest, followed the faint trail of hair that arrowed down to his groin, and touched his rapidly hardening shaft. Her soft hand closed around him and moved up and down in a testing stroke that undid him.

"Emma . . ." He rolled her onto her back and brought his head down to kiss her for the first time in over a month. He'd been careful not to do that when she was blindfolded, certain it would give the game away too soon. He'd taught her to kiss him, coaxed her into giving him her tongue in the first of many sessions in his car, where they'd gradually progressed from deep kissing to petting to the first time she'd let him unzip her jeans and touch her through her panties.

And now he needed to kiss her while he made love to her this time.

Emma's lips parted for his, and the taste of her filled his senses. He filled his hands with her, wild to touch all of her, to claim what was his. Her hand tightened around his shaft, and she continued to work him from base to head, and he cupped her mons in return, stimulating her with the palm of his hand, rubbing a slow circle over the sensitive nub of her clit in an indirect touch that made her moan into his mouth.

She was hot and ready and his. Gage caught her wrists again and pulled them above her head, pinning her down while he settled his body over hers. He wedged his knee between her legs and broke the kiss to say, "Spread wide for me."

Emma shifted under him, opening her thighs, making a cradle for him with her hips. He teased her with his shaft, riding it along her slick labia while she moaned and arched up under him in reaction.

"Want that?" He stroked himself against her slick sex once more. "Do you want my cock inside you again, Emma?"

"Yes." She rocked her hips into him, trying to get more of him.

He positioned his head at her opening and thrust in, slowly, drawing it out, making her wait for it. She felt so good under him, wrapped around him, enclosing him in her tight sheath. When he'd pushed his way in as far as he could go, he ground his pelvis against hers, making her feel the pressure deep inside. "Like that?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I'm glad, because you're mine, Emma." He held her down and took her in a steady, driving rhythm. "And I will never let you go."

He kept his pace just slow enough that it would keep her from peaking too quickly. He wanted it to build until the intensity overwhelmed her. He took her mouth while he took her body, and when he felt her trembling on the brink, he increased his pace and altered the angle to press deep inside against the sweet spot that would send her off every time.

Emma arched up under him as the orgasm hit. "Gage!"

He felt his cock jerk inside her as he began to spill himself into her depths while her inner muscles clenched around his shaft and milked him dry.

Emma floated back to earth in stages and knew she'd landed when she felt herself stiffen. Now she would have to face reality and repercussions and decisions.

"I love you," he breathed against her ear, still covering her with his body. "I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, and I'll love you until the day I die."

She felt tears spill from her eyes and hated herself for the weakness. "You have an odd way of showing it."

"I've made mistakes." He raised his head to look down at her face, dimly visible in the glow of city lights. "Although cheating on you wasn't one of them. I fired Tanya when I found out what she'd done."

Emma felt her stomach clench at the sound of that name. "You're saying she lied?"

"Yes, Emma. She lied." Gage rested his forehead against hers. "But if I hadn't already screwed up, you never would have believed her, so as convenient as it would be to blame our separation on her, it wouldn't be honest. I thought I was doing the right things to be the husband you needed.
Maybe instead of creating and following my own master plan all these years, I should have made one with you."