Friday Afternoon (4 page)

Levi’s face is inches above mine. I watch his eyes as he studies me. “I love you, Mia. From now on, you’ll never have reason to doubt that fact. I promise.” He dips his head and kisses me like it’s the first time. This kiss is gentle and seeking, as if he’s trying to rediscover my mouth. When he separates our lips and lifts his head, we’re both a little breathless. He shifts slightly, forcing me to unwrap my legs, and begins placing soft kisses on my neck. I moan when he cups a breast and smooths his thumb over my tightened nipple. I fidget, trying to get some penetration from the head of his cock.

He chuckles. It’s a deep, vibrating sound that raises the hairs on the nape of my neck and makes me groan my protest. I glimpse the man I married, the dominant, maniacal fiend who used to keep me guessing and constantly caught me off guard.

He continues to make his way, placing sizzling kisses and steamy licks down the length of my body. I arch into him, silently begging for more, and then I realize I don’t have to be silent. “Please, Levi, I need you.”

“I’m aware,” he says, not even bothering to look up at me. He continues his slow descent down my body and to my exasperation, the distance between my pussy and his cock grows. He stops to dip his tongue into my navel and slide a finger inside me at the same time.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“My pleasure.” This time I get eye contact. He’s looking up my body and the stare is calculating.

“Get up on your knees.”

I wait for him to withdraw the finger lingering in my cunt.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.” He smiles.

I scuttle to my knees, while his finger still moves inside me. By the time I’m facing him on the bed. I’m ready to beg him for his cock. The urge increases as he withdraws his finger and lies back on the mattress.

“Come on.” He motions. “I want your knees on either side of my head, and my cock in your mouth.”

I feel the hot blush in my cheeks as I position myself to straddle his face. Whatever vibe I’m putting out is making his lips quirk up in a devious smile. As I lay my body down in top of his, he pulls my thighs apart and starts to explore with his tongue.

I concentrate on my task, taking his cock in my hand. It’s heavy and an angry purple color at the bulbous top. I open up and roll my tongue around the tip.

I intend to tease him like he’d done with me, only giving a little, making him want more. But Levi wraps both arms around my torso, squeezing me tight on top of him. I’m still teasing the head when he cants his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. Shit, he’s lucky my teeth are out of the way. I gag once, and he stops fucking me with his tongue, “What’s wrong, babe? Out of practice?” He chuckles again and follows it with another lunge of his cock into the farthest reaches of my mouth.

It has been a long time since Levi challenged my limits, a long time. To prove I’m not out of practice, I concentrate on devouring him, giving everything. I want to blow his mind. I want him to lose his control and lose his load first.

The problem is, he’s not out of practice with the whole oral thing, and the tension within me builds. My muscles lock. I’m close to coming as his tongue relentlessly laves the perfect spot.

I want to scream around his cock and then a fleeting thought passes through my head. I remember again I can
make noise. And I do. I scream long and loud around the flesh in my mouth, sending jolts of vibration from my throat up his shaft.

The orgasm that slams into me is long and I shudder uncontrollably through the duration, gripping his thighs in desperation and then, toward the end, I claw him with my nails. Just as my climax begins to wane, he blows. And for the first time in, literally, years I hear him come.

The “Fuck yeah” grunt and his groans are music to my ears. I revel in the feeling of satisfaction I receive from getting him off. I force myself to breathe through my nose and swallow everything he gives me, sucking him fully into my mouth and eagerly consuming the jerking spurts hitting my throat.

In the following minute, neither one of us moves. Eventually he settles me on the bed next to him. I lie in the shelter of his arms. In this moment, I’m happier than I can remember being in years. “God that was good. I think I have better orgasms when I can make noise,” I say to him as I roll closer and snuggle into his warmth.

“I think I come better when you make noise, too.”

I laugh, but now it’s over, I feel sadness begin to creep closer. “I don’t want to go back to the way it was between us. I don’t think I can bear having this with you and then going back to what it’s been.”

He’s quiet for a minute, absently caressing my arm. The sinking feeling we’ll have to go back to the way it was begins to set in.

“Same time next week?” he asks.

I lift my head to look at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, babe, I’ll make up the work I miss on Friday afternoon earlier in the week. It’s only a few hours.”

I squeal and am surprised at the noise escaping me. I’m not a squealing type of person. Squealing is what pigs do, but honest to God, the sound erupts from my mouth. I hug him tight and he guffaws at the tight squeeze combined with the laugh already coming out of his mouth.

“Can I ask you…” I shake my head. “Forget it.”

“No, Mia, don’t do that.” He tilts my head so our gazes meet. “It’s going to take trust on both sides for us to build what we have into what we want.”

He wants this too. Some pent-up area in my soul opens, and it seems as if I’m more relaxed in this moment than I can remember being for years and years. I’m floored to realize I’d been waiting on him to reclaim me as an important part of his life. To say or do something that would send me a clear message–he wants this too.

He’s given it to me. And it seems like that’s all I need from him to strip away my hesitation. “If I ask you a question, do you promise not to laugh?”

“I’ll try not to, but sometimes I can’t help myself so don’t hold it against me if I slip, okay?”

I smile at him. “Okay.”

“Shoot,” he says.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me because I can’t come in the missionary position? All the women in movies seem to be totally satisfied, and I’ve never been able to get off that way.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You need some clit stimulation, that’s all.”

“I want to come when you’re inside me, Levi. I want us to come together, while we’re fucking. I don’t want to take turns anymore.”

He throws a toothy, wolflike smile at me. “I think I can arrange that.” His words make my heart soar.

“Really?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

My stomach twirls, tickling my insides. He’s still into me. He wants this connection, wants more of the sex, more of us. I am in heaven, and I’m also relieved.

Levi holds me and we doze together until we hear the garage door opener rumbling on its tracks. The girls are home. The dogs are barking. Our peace is broken. We rush to dress before they make their way upstairs. The real world is back with a vengeance. But our first Friday afternoon changes our marriage and opens our eyes to what’s been lost.

Levi

I smile as I look over my shoulder. Stepping on the clutch, I put my Audi into fifth gear and merge seamlessly into traffic. This lunch-hour trip to the seedier part of town will get me what I need to make Mia come with my cock inside her.

It’s been a long time since I walked through the door of the raunchy XXX store I had, on many occasions, frequented in my youth. As I enter now, I step back in time. It’s exactly the same. Cluttered and dingy. The faint green tint of fluorescent bulbs illuminate thousands of porn DVDs, competing for space with every sexual bauble known to mankind.

I browse the isles, knowing exactly what I’m looking for. My gaze skips over sex toys and I find myself creating still pictures in my mind of Mia tied with restraints, of her impaled with a butt plug. I’m psyched, fucking psyched.

This will not be her virgin romp in the sex toy playground, but it has been a long time. She’s asked for what she wants, and I’m going to give it to her. It will be good, better than she ever imagined with the help of two double-A batteries and something that will stick to her clit like glue.

Ahh, there it is. I pick up the box from the shelf. The Butterfly. Perfect. Strap it on and position it in exactly the right spot–the perfect blend of not too much vibration and not too little. I’ll be able to fuck her any way I want and she’ll still get off.

I start to get wood merely thinking about taking her from behind. I turn the box over to make sure. Yes, this is exactly what I want.

The old guy sitting on a stool behind the cash register takes my money, and afterward I sit in my car installing batteries into the toy. When I’m done, I tuck the Butterfly into my pocket.

On the way home, I fantasize about all the things I want to do with my Mia. There is so much catching up to do.

My mind wanders to the sliver of time we had together before the twins came. She was so perfectly willing to please me in the bedroom. I introduced new things, and she’d be right there with me, always following where I led her.

I make a quick lane change and pull into the grocery store. Minutes later, I’m headed toward home with a good bottle of merlot, some roasted chicken from the prepared foods counter, as well as salad from the salad bar.

She’s not home yet when I arrive, so I set a pretty table, dish out food and pour the wine.

I lean against the black granite countertop in our modern kitchen, waiting for her, sipping wine and playing with The Butterfly’s control box in the pocket of my suit jacket. When she comes home, she’s smiling, and when our gazes meet, so am I.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hello, husband.” Her eyes widen as she takes in the prepared food and wine. “Wow! You’ve been busy.”

I step closer to her and wrap my arms tightly around this amazing woman.

I don’t want to eat the lunch. All I want to do is get my new toy on her clit. I can’t hold back the grin spreading across my face at the thought of it. Turning away from her so she won’t see it, I lift the glasses from the counter and sober my expression.

I hand her a glass of red wine and then hold mine up. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” She sips the wine. “I’ve been looking forward to today.”

It seems like she’s buzzing. Her eyes are a little too wide, her movements a little too jerky. It’s cute, my horny little wife’s wild side. She’s so easy to read. I need no advanced skills to be her top. Her emotions are laid out on the table like a feast with just a look at her.

I meet her gaze. “Take off your blouse.” In an instant, her feelings play over her face and then her lips part, her breathing quickens, her cheeks flush. She raises a hand to the top button, and I’ve already lost patience with her dawdling. Gripping the center seams with my hands, I rip open the front. Buttons fly and a few jerks later, I have her arms out of her sleeves. The garment lies shredded in a pile on the floor.

“Skirt.”

She moves quickly, probably trying desperately to save her skirt, but I can’t help myself. One hard jerk and the side seam at the waist tears a little. With the next tug, I rip the thing totally off her body.

She stands before me unruffled and as motionless as a statue in a matching red bra and thong. High-heel black pumps are still on her feet.

“Look at you. My own personal slut.” I run the back of my finger over the lacy cup of her bra. “New?”

She nods.