Unwrapped (4 page)

Her
body tightened on his cock, milking it as the orgasm rocked through her.
"Fuck yeah," he groaned, and she felt him shoot his cum deep inside
her, pulsing in time with her spasms.

Without
leaving her body, Tim rolled them onto their sides. Still cupping her breasts,
he murmured against her ear, "Baby, you’re amazing. I love you so
much."

"I
love you, too" she said, feeling herself glow with satisfaction.

~~~~~

The
light shone bright around the edge of the curtains when she woke up in the
morning. She slid out of bed, careful not to wake Tim.

Picking
up the still damp towels they’d left on the floor after their shower last
night, she headed to the bathroom. The brightly colored sex toys stood in a
line on the counter. Tim must have washed them and stowed them there after
their shower. Between the new sensations flooding her body and the relaxing
caress of the hot water and Tim’s hands, her senses had been overloaded. He’d
been so tender, washing her body gently before drying her off and settling her
naked under the covers. She’d slept like the dead, not dreaming and
barely aware of her lover’s body lying next to her.

She
was aware of him now. Looking at the collection of toys took her right back to
their lovemaking. It had been amazing. Tim had been so attentive and tuned into
her. And everything they’d done together felt fantastic. Even the parts
that stretched her and hurt a little had simply pushed her to a deeper climax
– to a more intense surrender to the pleasure.

God,
finding new things to explore with someone she’d loved as long as
she’d loved Tim was a gift.

Smiling
to herself, she finished in the bathroom, grabbed what she needed from the
counter and slid out the door quietly, determined to give her husband his own
anniversary present.

He
was still asleep, his arm thrown over his head and his mouth open. Looking at
him lying there, lost in sleep, her heart melted. The curve of his jaw under
his morning stubble was the same shape as their son’s, and she’d
seen that same expression countless times on her daughter’s sleeping
face.

God,
she loved him. She loved everything they built together. It was her whole world
– everything that mattered.

Careful
not to wake him, she slid under the covers and nestled next to him. Even in
sleep he moved toward her, curling his body to hers. She lay tucked against him
and breathed in the warm scent of him – the soap from his shower and the
musky scent of man.

Her
hand slid across his hip and over the dip where his leg met his groin. Pausing
to run her fingers lightly down his semi-erect penis, she reached out and
cupped his balls in her palm. They were warm and heavy, completely relaxed in
sleep. Very gently, she rolled them in her hand, reveling in a part of his body
that was so unlike hers.

Determined
to have him in her mouth before he woke up or became fully aroused, she
burrowed under the covers. In one smooth movement, she slid his cock the whole
way into her mouth and sucked. Using the flat of her tongue, she stroked the
underside of his cock. His response was almost immediate. She felt him grow
hard in her mouth, and he groaned in pleasure.

"Oh
baby." He stretched, and his now rock hard cock nudged the back of her
throat. "What a way to wake up."

She
hummed her agreement around his cock. Still cupping his balls, she
slid
her mouth down the length of him and back in slow
smooth strokes. His answering groan had heat pooling deep inside her. She
bobbed her head making a few more strokes with her mouth while her tongue
stroked his cock exactly the way she knew he liked it.

She
sucked as hard as she could, hollowing her cheeks as she lifted her head off
him. His cock slid out of her lips with a soft pop.

"Morning,
baby," she said, throwing the covers off so she could see him.

"Morning, yourself."
He sank his hands into her curls and rubbed her scalp with the pads of his
fingers. "How are you feeling? Are you
sore
?"
He put his hand on her shoulder and tried to tug her up to him.

"Nope.
I feel great. Now lay back." She pushed his hand off her arm and
repositioned herself between his legs. His cock stood out rock hard, and she
took the tip in her mouth, giving him a quick suck and a lick while she pushed
his knees up and apart to give her better access to him.

"Yes
ma’am. Whatever you want," he said, clearly enjoying the attention.
He stretched back, locking his fingers behind his head so he could look down at
her.

She
wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and lowered her head to take him
deep in her mouth. When her lips met her hand, she slid back up to the tip,
holding it in the pursed ring of her mouth. Keeping her eyes on his face, she
slid
her mouth up and down his cock,
pausing
every few strokes to nibble on the length of him. When she saw his eyes drift
closed and his head fall back, she thumbed open the small bottle of lube. She
sucked him deep in her mouth and held him against the back of her throat while
she squirted some lube on her index finger. She’d read about prostate
massage, but they’d never tried it. No better time than now and what was
good for the goose she thought. Her chuckle was a hum around his cock.

Gently,
she pressed her slick finger against his ass.

"Hey,"
he said, opening his eyes.

She
slid
her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him.
"Don’t worry, baby. We won’t do anything you don’t want
to do."

"Where
have I heard that before?" He groaned, but he lay back down.

In
one smooth movement, she
slid
her mouth down his cock
and pushed the length of her finger into his asshole.

"Jesus,
Abby," he moaned, and she felt him tighten up.

Keeping
the finger buried inside him still, she set up a rhythm with her mouth,
slurping up and down his cock. She kept going, sliding up to the tip and then
back down to bump her nose against the soft hair at his groin. When she felt
him start to thrust back, she wiggled her finger, stroking deep inside him. He
groaned, clutching fistfuls of the sheets. Knowing that she was making him feel
like that made her so wet, and she squirmed, pressing her pussy against the
mattress.

When
he grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, she slid a
second finger beside the first and finger fucked him in time with his thrusts.
She felt his body tighten right before he roared his release, shooting his cum
deep in her throat. She swallowed, licking him clean and then crawled up to
cuddle beside him.

His
heart pounded against her cheek, and she smiled, immensely pleased with
herself.

"You’re
proud of yourself aren’t you? You had me at your mercy," Tim said,
wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in closer.

"
Mmm
hmm," she murmured against his chest.

"Well,
you can have your way with me whenever you want." He kissed the top of
her head and reached down to pull her leg across his hip. She was so wet.
Sucking him like that had been so exciting. She tried to pull back before her
dripping pussy rubbed against his leg. He caught her knee and held her in
place, forcing his thigh against her wet sex. "Well, well," he
said, dipping a hand down to run along her slit. He slid a finger between her
swollen lips, and she pressed herself into his hand. "What have we
here?"

"I
liked it, too," she said a little bashful.

"I
can tell." He rolled her on her side and curled around her. One hand
cupped her breast and kneaded gently while the other arm tightened around her
waist, pulling her ass back against his flaccid cock.

He
let his thumb graze her nipple, and she sighed. Slipping two fingers between
her wet lips, he
scissored
her clit. She arched
harder, pressing back against him. He nuzzled her neck, nipping her shoulder.

"You
are so sexy when you let yourself go," he murmured against her ear. He
pinched her nipple, pulling and rolling it between his thumb and finger. The
hand stroking between her legs sped up, and her breath hitched. "Let go,
Abby." He bit softly at the place where her neck met her shoulder, and
she exploded, trembling under his hands. He slipped two fingers deep inside her
and
she
spasmed
around him
as the orgasm took her.

~~~~~

"What
do you want to watch?" He patted the couch next to him while he scrolled
through the list of shows they’d
DVR’d
and never had a chance to watch.

           
"You pick – something funny," she said, setting the pizza box
on the coffee table and settling in beside him.

He
decided on Coupling, the British version. He thought it was funny, and he knew
she like it.
"How about this?"
He clicked
start and leaned in to open the pizza box. The scent of toasted cheese,
pepperoni and mushrooms wafted up to meet him, and he groaned in pleasure.
"No plates?"

"I
thought we could just eat it right out of the box," she said, taking a
pull on her bottle of beer. "You know, live on the edge." She
winked, and he grinned back at her.

"Beer
in the middle of the day, pizza out of the box, letting me fuck your ass,
you’re a wild woman, Abby," he said, teasing.

"You
ain’t
seen nothing yet, cowboy." She
peered at him over the top of her beer bottle and then dissolved with a snort
unable to maintain the character.

He
laughed right along with her. It was so good to see her relaxed. She looked
younger – brighter even. Normally their days were filled with shuffling
everyone where they needed to be: work, practice, dinner and homework. By the
time they climbed into bed at the end of the day, they were both spent. He
couldn’t remember the last time they’d laid around together not
doing anything but enjoying each other.

He
watched her take a bite of the pizza and laugh at something on TV. Her face,
bare of makeup and her soft blond curls tousled from sleep and loving, she was
so beautiful; she took his breath away. He said a silent thank you to God for
letting him find her and for the life they’d built together.

They
finished the whole pizza, another beer each and three episodes of Coupling. She
was curled in front of him on the couch, his body spooned around hers. He
hadn’t heard her laugh for a while and she was so soft and pliant in his
arms. He suspected she’d given in to sleep.

He
held his hand in front of her eyes, waiting for her to object. All he felt was
her warm breath against his fingers. He placed a tender kiss against the back
of her neck and pulled her in tighter against him, fitting her ass into his
groin.

She
must be exhausted. They’d slept late, but they hadn’t gotten much
sleep the night before. After they finally finished making love, she’d
been wiped out. He’d practically carried her to the bed; she’d been
so spent. His cock stirred at the memory. She’d been amazing, giving in
to the pleasure, surrendering to him. The way she’d let him in, God, it
was better than he’d imagined it would be.

He
shifted to adjust for his growing erection. He managed to make it through one
more episode before he decided he had to have her again.

Sliding
her underneath him, he started laying a trail of soft kisses along her neck.
She sighed with pleasure and tangled her fingers in his hair. He looked up and
saw her gazing at him with eyes heavy from sleep and desire.

"Hey,"
she murmured, stroking her fingers across his temple. "
Whatcha
doing?"

"Nothing
for you to worry about, ma’am," he teased. "Go back to sleep.
I’ll take care of everything."

She
made a noise of pleasure deep in her throat and let her eyes drift closed. He worked
his way down her neck and around the neckline of her t-shirt using his mouth to
tease and lick the way he knew she liked. The soft moans she made drove him
crazy. He could see her nipples pebbled underneath the thin cotton of her
t-shirt. He bent his head and put his mouth on her breast, breathing heat
against the tight peaks. She
arched
up, pushing
herself tighter against him.

Using
his teeth, he grazed her nipples through the cotton. Her answering moan shot
heat to his groin, making his rock hard cock even harder. He teased the other
breast, alternating between the two until her breath came in shallow gasps.

Sitting
up, he raised his hips and slid out of his pajama pants. When he tugged on her
drawstring pants, she opened her eyes and let her lips part. He pulled the
pants over her hips and off her legs, and she bit her bottom lip in
anticipation. He let his fingers play across her slit, stroking her clit and
groaned when he found her wet and ready for him.

Slowly,
never breaking eye contact, he climbed on top of her and slid between her legs.
She raised her hips to meet him and when he slid inside her, her eyes fluttered
closed with pleasure.