Unwrapped (2 page)

"Let
me make you come this time," he murmured against her ear. Shivers raised
across her skin, warring with the heat from the shower.

Spinning
her around, Tim put her hands on the wall of the shower. He wedged his legs
between hers and used his feet to press hers against the edges of the tub. Abby
felt him hard and ready, and she arched back into him.

"Don’t
move."
The command in his voice started delicious
tremors low in her belly.

           
He stepped back, still blocking the shower, and she felt cold and vulnerable
and more excited than she’d been in a very long time. She stifled a
giggle. This was so much better than showering alone. He shifted slightly and
the hot spray hit her back, a glorious contrast to the chill. The scent of
peaches filled the cloud of steam, and she felt him move in behind her,
stroking soapy hands down her back and sides.

"God,
you are so beautiful," he said as his hands slid over her skin in long
smooth strokes.

Every
inch of her skin felt alive and tingling. She could barely breathe let alone
speak. She was a quivering pile of need and would have turned toward him.
Before she could, he stepped against her and slid his soapy hands around to cup
her breasts and tease her nipples to hard peaks. He rubbed his palms against
the tight points, before kneading gently while he licked and bit along her
neck. His five o’clock shadow tickled and scratched, adding to the sensations
overwhelming her body.

"Please,"
she begged, pressing back against him. Need made her weak. She wasn’t
sure how she was still standing.

"Not
yet." His voice was a low, throaty growl, and the force in it had her
shaking in place. He pulled back a bit, holding her still with one arm while
his other hand slipped between them, stroking her, letting his slick fingers
press against the tight ring of her ass before sliding between her legs. His
thumb slid inside her, curling to stroke her while his fingers played across
her aching flesh. Only his arm wrapped around her waist kept her standing while
the pressure built.

"I
love you, Abby." He spoke the words with his lips playing along her neck
and his hand stroking deep inside her.

"Love
you, too," she said, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

He
shifted, letting the hand around her waist dip to stroke her sensitive clit.
She arched, trying to rub his cock against her swollen lips, but he pulled his
hips back. "You first, baby. I won’t last once I’m inside
you." Using two fingers, he slid them deep inside her. Her breath
whooshed out in pleasure and she arched, lifting her ass and giving him better
access to her. As he continued to thrust his fingers inside her, he pressed his
soapy thumb against her tight rosebud.  When she pushed back against him,
he groaned and pressed his thumb past the ring of muscles.

"God,
Tim," she panted, lost in her own pleasure.

Taking
her breathless cries as acceptance, he thrust with his hand, his fingers
sliding deep in her cunt while his thumb glided in and out of her ass. He felt
her start to tighten under his hand and picked up his pace.  Watching the
way her tight ass swallowed his thumb had his cock so hard it practically
bounced in front of him. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

"Come
for me," he whispered against her ear. He bit down on her shoulder, and
she did, clamping down on his hand and calling his name.

Before
her body finished pulsing, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with the
thick hard length of him. She stretched up on tiptoes, gasping as he filled her
and even more when she felt his fingers slide into her ass. While he fucked her
with his hand and his cock, she braced herself against the tile shower wall,
trembling with pleasure. The spray from the shower washed down over both of
them, driving away a chill she hadn’t known she felt.

Surrounded
with peach scented steam and the man she loved, she lost herself again. She
surrendered to the sensation of him moving inside her and shattered as one
orgasm stretched into two. He slid his fingers out of her and she reached up to
wrap her arms around his neck. His hands gripped her hips tight enough to leave
bruises, and she felt him shudder inside her. Tipping her head back, she kissed
him wrapped in the warmth of the water and his arms.

"Happy
anniversary," she murmured against his mouth.

~~~~~

He
was pulling take-out containers out of the microwave when she padded into the
kitchen wearing her white terry cloth robe.

She
stepped behind him, sliding her arms around his t-shirt clad chest. He
wasn’t sporting a six pack, but at least his belly didn’t lap his
belt. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Can
I help?" she asked, kissing between his shoulder blades.

"Go
sit down. I’ve got this. Are you sure you’re not disappointed
we’re staying in tonight?"

"Absolutely not.
I’d rather stay here."

She
perched on a stool at the counter to watch him. Her robe slid open, revealing
her smooth tan legs. He’d always loved her legs, shapely, strong and long
enough to wrap around his ass while he fucked her. God, he started to get hard
thinking about it. 

Of
course, it was nothing compared to how hard he’d gotten when he finger
fucked her ass in the shower. Watching her tight little asshole swallow his
fingers one knuckle at a time had him hard as rock, his cock bobbing like it
had a mind of its own.

And
Abby had liked it. He could tell by the way she’d backed into his hand,
letting him go deeper stretching the tight ring of muscles. When she’d
come, she’d practically screamed and he felt her cunt milking his cock
while that tight rosebud of muscles clamped down on his fingers.

All
he had to do was convince her to let him replace his fingers with his cock.

She’d
said no before, but they had more time to explore now. Given her reaction in
the shower, he was sure she’d like it. He knew he would. He looked down
at the tent in his pajama pants and shook his head.

He
popped the cork on a bottle of
Proseco
and poured a
glass for each of them. Carrying the bottle and glasses, he went to the counter
where Abby waited.

"I’ve
got something for you." He set the bottle and a glass in front of her and
gave her his best leer.

"I
can see that." Her gaze went straight to the erection straining the flannel
of his pants. She licked her lips, and his cock twitched in response.
"I’m hungry. Maybe we could eat and then have dessert
upstairs." She reached for him, pulling him close and resting her head on
his chest.

"I
love that idea." The microwave dinged and he leaned back and smiled at
her. "Let me get that. The sooner we eat…" He let the thought
drift as he turned to get the food and plates.

When
he was back sitting across from her, a plate of antipasto and steaming
containers of pasta and bolognaise in front of them, he raised his glass.
"To us and fifteen more years."

"Just
fifteen?" she asked, sipping her wine.

"I
think
it’s
better not to get cocky," he
teased.

"Really."
She rested her hand on her chin and let a smile play across her face. "I
think we passed that point a while back." She leaned forward, peering
over the edge of the countertop at his lap.

"Point taken."
He grinned. "It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m going to love you
forever, Abby. I can’t help myself." He looked at her, putting all
the love he felt into his eyes. She was his wife, the mother of his children,
his partner. They’d been through everything together – the birth of
their kids, a cross country move and last year the unexpected death of his dad.
She was his rock. Looking at her across from him, her hair damp from the shower
and lips swollen from his kisses, he loved her more in that moment than he had
the day he married her.

"I
love you, too." Tears pricked her eyes as she leaned over to kiss him. He
tasted crisp and tart, part of it the wine and part of it the man. She knew his
taste and the feel of his lips. After fifteen years, she knew his body almost
as well as she knew her own.

"Eat
fast," said Tim, leaning back. "I have a surprise for you."

"This
is more than enough." She motioned to the food. "Besides I thought
we weren’t doing presents this year." She should have gotten new
lingerie. Hopefully the black lace panties she had on under her robe would be
enough.

"It’s
not just for you. It’s for us."

"What?"
she demanded,
wary.

"I
stopped at the toy store on the way home." He looked sheepish and she got
suspicious.

"What
did you do?" Resting her hand on her chin, she gave him "the
look," glaring at him until he caved and started explaining.

"Okay,
okay. I bought a vibrator."

She
kept staring at him, sure there was more. His face wore the same expression
she’d seen on their son when he’d done something he knew he
shouldn’t. 
"And?"

"And
a butt plug. Wait, don’t say no yet." He hurried on before she
could object. "I just thought we could try – for fun. You
know,
something new."

Emotions
fought in her head. If he wanted something new, did that mean he wasn’t
happy with what they had? Maybe this was his way of saying he was bored with
her. They hadn’t had much time lately. It hurt her heart to think it, but
maybe he was tired of what they did together. And as for fun, she’d tried
anal sex with a boyfriend in college. Even drunk, it hurt like hell. Of course,
he’d been drunk, too and hadn’t exactly taken his time.

"Is
that why you did all this?" She motioned to the food on the counter.
"To get in my ass?"
She didn’t want his
thoughtful gesture to just be a way for him to try to get something from her.
Her disappointment must have shown on her face because he climbed off his
stool, came around the counter and gathered her in his arms. A little
reluctant, she pressed her cheek against his t-shirt and breathed in the scent
of him, laundry soap and man.

           
"No. That’s not why I picked up dinner." He kissed the top of
her head and murmured into her hair. "I did this because I love you and I
didn’t want to waste a minute of the time we have alone together. I see
you every day, and it’s not enough." He wrapped his arms around her
tighter, squeezing her to him. "Work, the kids, life, something is always
pulling our attention away. I wanted this weekend to be just about us."

She
tipped her head up for his kiss, and he met her, nipping at her bottom lip with
his teeth.

He
broke the kiss, cradling her head in his hands. "I love you, Abby. I love
what we have together. We don’t have to do anything different if you
don’t want to."

Looking
in his eyes, she could see his disappointment and his need, and she wanted to
please him. "I’m afraid. What if it hurts?"

He
smiled down at her, anticipation shining in his eyes. "Then we’ll
stop."

~~~~~

She
sat cross legged in the center of the bed with her robe tucked around her. He
put the black shopping bag in front of her. She stared at the glossy black surface
with the discreet EF block print like it was a coiled snake – part fear,
part fascination.

"Open
it, Abby. It won’t bite." He flopped on the bed beside her and
leaned in to nip her neck.

Pulling
out the pale pink tissue, she peered inside, her forehead wrinkling at the
stack of plain black boxes inside. Chuckling, Tim reached around her and dumped
the contents of the bag on the bed. He picked up a thin rectangular box.

"Open
this one first."

She
took the box in her hands and slid it open. Reaching in, she grasped the
drawstring cord and pulled out a velvet bag. Curiosity overcame any wariness
she’d felt, and she untied the cord and tipped the vibrator out onto her
palm. It was smooth purple plastic and thinner than a normal vibrator, with graduated
bulges evenly spaced along the six inch shaft, getting larger the closer they
got to the base. There was a ring on the base, and when she twisted it, the toy
hummed to life. She imagined what it would feel like to have those bulges slide
into her while the little toy hummed away and felt her panties grow damp. Maybe
she liked Tim’s idea more than she’d realized. His fingers felt so
good in the shower and the bumps on the toy were smaller than his two fingers.
She looked over at him and the naked hunger on his face sent desire and another
wave of heat into her panties.

"I
think I’m going to like this one." She twisted the ring and the
buzzing stopped. Leaning over, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and
nipped lightly. He exhaled in a quick gasp and she slid her tongue into his
mouth, teasing his tongue with her own. She ran her hand down his chest to the
erection straining the flannel of his pajama pants. She grasped his cock
through his pants and stroked. The flannel slid over his rock hard length, and
she caught his moan with her mouth.