Fatal Temptation (5 page)

The warm water soaks both of them from head to toe as they make out passionately. Their tongues touch and massage each others, causing the water to not be the only thing
that is making her moist. With the vibrator in hand, Chris turns it on and lowers it. Instead of going right for her most sensitive spot, like she expected he would, he surprises her, allowing it to explore other parts of her body.

First, he slides it down her breasts and over her nipples. The vibration sensation from the pounding water is already enough to send
Sadie into ecstasy and that combined with the vibrator is making her tremble.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Chris teases her with the vibrator as he slides it further down her body. He allows it to hover just over her clit
oris. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know where I want it,” she teases to him, knowing that he is fully aware of what he needs to do.

“How bad?”

Sadie
takes a deep breath and as she exhales, her whole body trembles even more. Seeing her this wound up before him delights Chris. It pleases him beyond what words can express. He doesn’t reply but he looks into her eyes and he can see how bad she wants it. It only fuels his fire further.

He then presses the vibrating bullet up against
her clit and when he does this, Sadie nearly succumbs to the sensation and falls to her knees. She is so weak against this pleasure. It’s something that Chris has never offered her before but with him that close to her and being the one in control, she allows her mind to wander and to believe that he is the sole reason for all of this pleasure.

Chris watches as the water runs over her erect nipples and his eyes continue south until he is able to see what kind of pleasure this i
s actually giving her. Her nub is so swollen to the point where it can be seen from this downward angle. He admires the way her stomach contracts with each wave of vibration that is sent gushing through her body. Finally, he is giving his wife the kind of pleasure that she has been craving for so long.

Sadie
loves it so much; she has started grinding into it. As she does this, Chris can now feel warmth on his hand and he knows exactly what that is from. She is so saturated that her juices are combining with the water and running all over his hand. At this point, Chris can barely contain himself. He can only imagine how tight and warm she feels right now. He can’t help but think about how badly he wants to delve into her warm cavern and to feel her body wrap around him in a way that has ceased to exist for so long.

Just as
Sadie is really enjoying herself, Chris stops stimulation. With her eyes closed and thinking of a scenario to help her achieve orgasm, Sadie stops as well, opens her eyes and looks at Chris. He is licking and biting his lips and pressing his enormous cock into her stomach, like an unruly animal.

“What are you doing?” she says as she looks at him in the eyes, but all she can really focus on is his pulsating member. Never before has she se
en it this hard. He is pushing nine inches at this point in time and nearly every vein is filled with blood. He is a deep purple color and Sadie can even see a hint of his nectar seeping out of the tip. She knows what is about to happen now.

“I can’t wait any longer,
” Chris replies. “I need you now.”

With that, he spins her around and presses her body up against the shower wall.
There he spreads her cheeks as far as they can go until he can get a good look at her tight hole. He lowers himself to view it before he enters her.

“You’ve never been this wet or tight before,” he says as he slips a finger inside of her.
“I just can’t help myself.”

Sadie
jolts forward by the sensation. She is really snug and he was right, but she was hoping to get an orgasm out of the situation before he wanted to dive in. It was the whole point of buying this vibrator. Each and every single time Chris wants to have sex, he is only there to get his own; he never considers her pleasure. It is one of the worst downfalls of the man himself and something that Sadie is on the verge of being unable to hold back her emotions for much longer.

“The vibrator felt really good,” she replies, wanting more of it.
Maybe if she were to hint at it, Chris would realize, but that is not the case.

“I just can’t take it anymore,” Chris
says as he presses his hard staff between her cheeks. “I need to feel this.”

With those words, he thrusts his way in deep inside of
Sadie. Since she was so aroused, the sensation of his pulsating shaft filling her up sends shivers throughout her body. Her g-spot is swollen beyond description and with each thrust Chris is able to stimulate it even more.

Maybe she didn’t need the vibrator after all.

Maybe she was going to climax like this.

With the water continuing to run,
Sadie can feel Chris’ pliable body pressed against her back. It’s hard not to wish that he were in better shape, as the sensation of his gut pressed against her paired with his grunting is leaving her less than satisfied.

Her hands are pinned against the shower wall by his as he grinds in and up inside of her.
For once, in nearly ten years, Chris is actually making love to Sadie the right way. When he usually opts for hard and fast, resulting in him being able to reach climax in no time, Sadie finds him entering her in a circular motion and can feel his gyrations, which are slow and meticulous.

Maybe Chris is
improving after all and finally listening to her body. She was able to know exactly where to touch him to help him get to orgasm, so maybe Chris finally woke up and was going to do the same to her. The thought alone brings her hope in this moment and gives her the freedom to let go and actually enjoy this experience with her husband.

“Harder
,” Sadie instructs to Chris, honing in on her inner vixen that has been hiding for far too long. “Fuck me harder.”

The words give Chris a new breath of life and he picks up on the pace, staring across from her underneath the rainfall showerhead. He digs his fingers a little deeper into the sides of her hips and increases the frequency at which he enters her.

At first, Sadie was embarrassed by the concept of dirty talking with her husband, but the pace at which Chris is able to stimulate her paired with the dirty talk, she realizes it is actually helping to turn her on more. For the first time in a long time, she can feel the wave of warmth start to come over her body and she can tell that she is close.

Chris picks
up the pace. He wraps his arms around the front of her body to squeeze her luscious wet breasts. “I like when you dirty talk to me,” he says to her through the sound of the running water. “Do it again.”

“Fuck my pussy,”
Sadie says. “I love the way your cock feels.”

With her face turned away from him
and nearly pressed against the wet glass, Sadie can hear his grunts increase and feels the intensity of his thrusts become more frequent and powerful.

Unfortunately, Chris returns to his roots and starts
to pound into her body, leaving his rhythmic thrusts that were helping Sadie to orgasm behind. Now, it’s all about him, just like it usually is.

She refuses to give up.
“Stay with me baby,” Sadie says to him. “I’m close.”

“I’m going to
cum,” Chris says. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Sadie
closes her eyes and tries to think of something, anything to make her cum too but it is no use. As always, just as she is about to or getting ready to feel something, Chris isn’t able to last long enough. He cries out something similar to a battle cry and forces his way inside of her one last time, nearly picking Sadie up off her feet. She can once again, feel his hot juices flood her body but she doesn’t feel any satisfaction from it. Slow to turn around, she can feel Chris back off of her but she waits by the shower wall for a moment. She can hear him grab for the shampoo bottles so he can finish up his shower.

“You okay?” he asks her.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sadie says as she turns around, forcing a smile to pity him.

“We got to
use that vibrator more often,” he says as he finishes up washing his hair and grabs for the soap to wash his body. “That felt amazing.”

Sadie
smiles and grabs for the shampoo as well, wanting to wash the memory of this moment off along with any grime.

How could her plan backfire like this?

Was Chris really that clueless when it came to her pleasure?

As
she stands next to him in the shower, forced to wear a superficial smile, her negative thoughts continue to flood her mind. It has been a great ten years with Chris and being with him has taught her so much, but maybe it’s time for her to find a new path. Maybe their journey together has ended and now, as she embarks on new decade in her life, maybe that time needs to be spent with someone else.

“I’m going to finish up and then check on Ling,”
Chris interjects Sadie’s thoughts and steps out of the shower. “See you in a bit.” He slams the shower door behind him.

Sadie
remains still in the water, allowing it to flow over her body. As she washes herself, she can feel how everything has disappeared in that one moment. All of the arousal and swelling that she felt between her legs is gone. She has lost it once again. She stands for a moment, completely unsatisfied and disappointed, the water being her only form of metaphoric pleasure and satisfaction.

After yet another disappointing sexual encounter with Chris,
Sadie is now finding some solace and the brightside of life, in spending her Saturday afternoon with her daughter. The less than satisfying sex last night has left Sadie feeling a void but she is trying to ignore it by spending the day with her one and only on the hunt for all things sleepover. They have already hit a few stores within the downtown core of the city in search of the right sleeping bag for her first sleepover tonight, but nothing seems to be catching either one of their eyes.

With the sun shining and the warm breeze tickling their skin,
Sadie and Ling walk down the street with their hand crafted frozen coffee beverages in hand, something stronger for Sadie and something with only hot chocolate in it for Ling. They are both smiling and laughing, just like any mother-daughter pair would do.

They pass the ci
ty centre mall entrance and Sadie stops abruptly. “Let’s try in the mall,” she says to Ling as she walks towards the door. “Come!”

Ling agrees, taking a sip of her beverage and allowing her mother to lead the way.
There are plenty of stores within the mall but none that really scream out the perfect sleeping bag for Ling. Sadie is a perfectionist and it is showcased in moments like this, especially when it comes to her daughter. She is aware that there is a difference between spoiling and being generous, but sometimes, that line is blurred for her. Motherhood is still relatively new for her and after so many failed attempts at pregnancy, now that she finally has a little one in her life, sometimes she gets a little carried away.

“Do you want to bring some snacks tonight too?”
Sadie asks her. “We can go to the market after and pick up some pretzels or chips?”

“That sounds good,” Ling says. “I think we are having a campfire too. Can I bring some things to make s’mores?”

“Of course,” Sadie replies. “Let’s get you a sleeping bag first and then we can go grab the stuff.”

“Thanks mom,” Ling says as she wraps her arm around
Sadie as they walk. The two of them have grown so much closer over the last few years that Sadie is really starting to feel like a mom. She also wraps her arm around Ling’s tiny frame and the two of them walk this way for a little while.

As they stroll, they come up on a mountain climbing s
tyle store that has an entire back wall dedicated to sleeping bags. “I think we’ve found our winner,” Sadie excitedly says as they both head into the store. “Let’s go!”

Ling breaks away from the walking embrace to look at the back wall. She feels every sleeping bag within her reach and looks to
Sadie to lower the ones that she cannot reach herself. Some of them are plush while others are less with little to no fabric or material. Although all of them are great, Sadie can tell by the expression on her daughter’s face that the ones she has touched so far, just aren’t quite the right one.

Determined to make her daughter happy,
Sadie scans the wall and locates a pink, plaid designed sleeping bag near the top. “Hold that thought,” Sadie says. “What about that one up there?” She outstretches her arm and points to the pink sleeping bag up top. Ling has to back up to see it in full view.

“I love
it!” Ling says. “Can we see it?”

“Of course. Let’s just find a sales associate to bring it down for us.”

Sadie can’t even finish her sentence before Ling brings over a young sales associate with the right gear in hand to bring down the bag.

“Here you go mom,”
Ling says with the sales associate in tow. “We are ready!”

Sadie
turns around to face the young, acne spotted male employee. He eyes up Sadie, attacking her with his eyes just like most young men to do her. She knows that most men deem her attractive and even the ones, who know she is out of her league, are sometimes the most obvious. He scans the length of her body with his beady little brown eyes, concealed slightly by thick-framed glasses. Sadie grows more impatient with the little nerd and takes charge of the situation immediately, forcing him out of his little love daze with her stern voice.

“The pink one up top,”
Sadie instructs. “We’ll take that one.”

“Yes ma’am,” the male employee says with a hint of seduction to his voice.
Sadie rolls her eyes while Ling’s are fixated on the bag.

The employee lowers it down and hands it to Ling, who is already cuddled up next to it, even though it is wrapped up tight into a ball.

“Do you like it?” Sadie asks.

“I love it!”

“Then let’s get it.”

After fifty dollars
spent and more uncomfortable glances exchanged with the employee, Ling and Sadie leave the mall, both happy and both relieved.

As they get out o
nto the street, Sadie notices an old music store across the street. Being a vinyl lover and once having a pretty impressive collection of her own before selling it off to pay bills when times used to be tough, Sadie feels compelled to go inside and to look at a collection she once aspired to have. “Ling, mom wants to go across the street to look at a few things, okay?”

Ling nods, still curled up to her sleeping bag and cradling it like a child.
“Sure!”

Sadie
smiles and the two wait for a safe moment to cross the street. When they do, they scurry, hand in hand across the street and Sadie holds the door open for both of them.

Upon entering,
Sadie feels like she is taken back in time to an era that she didn’t even know existed. The record shop looks like it was plucked out of the fifties and dropped right here in the lavish downtown. There are plenty of old instruments, CD’s and most notably, old vinyl records.

“Can I go play the video game?” Ling asks as she stares at the unoccupied console from across the store.

“Go ask the man at the till and then if he says you can, you may.”

Ling goes over as instructed by her mother and gets permission from the old man at the till to play the video game.
Sadie watches with pride at her daughter and her well-mannered demeanor. She keeps her eyes focused on Ling as she starts to walk forward, until she can feel herself bumping into something.

Before
Sadie can turn forward to see what is happening, she can hear someone grunting and feel records falling by her feet. As she composes herself, a young man kneels before her, picking up the records that he dropped during their collision.

“I’m so sorry!”
Sadie cries out. “I wasn’t even paying attention.”

“I’m fine, and yourself?” he looks up from his crouched stance on the floor and the moment he locks eyes with Sadie, is a moment that robs the breath right out of her lungs. The man before
her is stunning and easily the most breathtaking human being she has ever come in contact with. His face is chiseled, sporting a strong jaw line and adorable dimples that illuminate either side of his face as he smiles at her. His hair is buzzed close to his head and his piercing emerald eyes penetrate deep into Sadie’s soul.

She remains silent before him and he is able to continuing locking eyes with her, all the while busying his hands and continuing to gather the fallen vinyl. “Are you okay, love?” A look of concern falls on his face and he rises to his feet.

He towers over her in size and she is able to get a better look at him. As he stands before her, Sadie takes this opportunity to drink in every ounce of his delicious appearance. A tight v-neck t-shirt clings onto his body, displaying what looks like a rippling, smooth as silk, body beneath. Sadie gets lost in the thought of what lingers beneath those tight blue jeans as well, until she realizes that she is just staring at him. 

She
picks her jaw up off of the floor before she is able to speak. “I’m fine. I am so sorry I ran right into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

The mysterious man smiles more, revealing the finest trace of stubble along his jaw that frames his face so perfectly. He carries this bad boy, alpha male appearance to him, something that is a weakness to Sadie and she knows it.

“Don’t worry about it. I am just glad that you are a
lright,” he says with a deep tone to his voice, uncovering his sexy British accent and he smiles. When he does, Sadie can see his pearly, beautifully straight teeth and she smiles back.

“I’m
Asher,” he says as he presents his hand for hers to shake.

Sadie
hesitates at first but then she agrees to it and the moment their hands touch, she can feel electricity flow through her body. His hands feel soft to the touch, but still carry this sense of ruggedness with them. There is the smallest hint of dirt beneath some of his fingernails, revealing that he is a man who works with his hands and often.

“I’m
Sadie,” she says even though it is basically a whisper as her breath is caught in her chest.

“Well
Sadie, it was lovely to meet you. I shall leave you to your day,” he says as he allows his hand linger in hers for a moment before removing it and walking past her. As he passes, Sadie can breathe in his scent, which is a mix of oak and chocolate, with a minor hint of spice. It’s intoxicating.

Her
eyes and heart fall to the floor with his absence but then she notices he dropped a guitar pick.

“Hey, I think you forgot something,” she says as she turns to face him.
Asher stops immediately and turns around. She holds out the pick for him to see. “I think this is yours?”

“Oh right, it is,” he replies. “I’m going to need that tonight. It’s my lucky pick.”

“Do you play?” Sadie asks as she hands him the pick, letting her fingers touch his again.

“I do,” he says to her. “I’m in a band actually, but it’s not what you think. We play blues and old rock n’ roll stuff. Very classy if I may say so myself.”

He flashes her a flirtatious smile as he reaches for a flyer from his back pocket of his dark wash, torn jeans. “If you are free tonight, and you and your husband are looking for something to do, come check us out.”

She grabs the flyer with a puzzled look on her face. “How did you know I was married?”

Asher points to her ring in the close proximity that they share. “As soon as I see a beautiful woman, it’s the first thing that I look for.”

Sadie
can feel herself blush and she refrains from making eye contact with him.

“Well, I hope to see you tonight
Sadie. Otherwise, take care,” he says softly as he turns to leave and exits the shop with his records in hand.

Sadie
is left standing there in a flurry of emotion. Never before has she had an encounter with a person that left her feeling this way. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her palms sweating, her mouth becoming dry and her body becoming dampened.

She needs
some fresh air and fast, before she finds herself cascading and fainting towards the hardened tile floor.

“Ling,” she calls out. “
It’s time go to.”

Ling turns around a
nd stops playing the video game. She gets up from the chair, thanks the store clerk and walks over to her mom, all the while Sadie stares at the flyer before her. The show starts at 9:30pm tonight and all she can think about is how she is going to be able to get out of the house to see him again.

“Okay mom, I’m ready,” Ling says as she interrupts
Sadie’s train of thought. Sadie nods and the two head out of the store, arm in arm again and Sadie using her daughter as a crutch, helping her to keep her balance after having the wind knocked out of her.

Just as they do,
Sadie can see a man from across the street with a camera and a massive zoom lens in hand. As soon as Sadie makes eye contact with him, he scurries away. She is tempted to run after him, but can’t bring herself to do it. Not with her daughter in her company.

“What was that?” Ling asks, unsure about what just happened.

“I don’t know,” Sadie replies. “Let’s get out of here.” She grabs Ling by the hand and leads the way back to the parking lot where the SUV is, all the while keeping her eyes on the lookout for the mysterious figure. That is when the same sensation falls over her that she felt back at the café, the sex shop and for the past few months now.

Someone is
spying on her.

She knows
it now.