Discover Me (6 page)

Your Day

The
floral scent of plumeria tickled his nose the moment John walked into the
house. He closed the door behind him and listened for the familiar sound of his
wife moving around in the kitchen. No usual clatter of dishes reached his ears,
and the mouth-watering aroma of steak or chicken was absent.  Only the
alluring smell of flowers lingered.

John
crossed from the foyer into the living room, pausing to sit his briefcase by
the suede couch and toss his suit jacket over the arm before walking toward the
hallway.  A flash of pink caught his eyes before he passed out of the room
and he did a double take before backtracking.  Draped over a picture frame
on the side table was a pair of lace panties.  On impulse he lifted the
fabric to his nose and inhaled the subtle hint of flowers and the even more
intoxicating scent of female musk.  He groaned as arousal punched him in
the gut, sending blood straight to his cock.

“Claire?”
The panties disappeared into his pants pocket and he stalked out of the room.
“Claire, where are–”

The
words died in his throat as he noticed a pair of stockings in the hallway. The
opaque thigh highs were where the same shade as the panties.  John
imagined her wearing them as he picked them up; the pink popping against her
tan skin, her thighs parted in invitation, and her pussy bare and glistening
with her excitement. He clenched the stockings in his fist and concentrated on
keeping his breathing under control.

A
wasted attempt as he spotted a wisp of pink lingerie hanging on the doorknob.
John’s body throbbed with lust; his cock making demands that his body wanted to
comply with, and would as soon as he found his wife, his gloriously naked wife.

Pushing
open the door, he stepped inside.  His breath whooshed out when he saw her
positioned on her back a top the bed in front of him. His eyes tracked up her
long legs parted wide revealing the puffy, wet lips of her sex, then up the
gentle curve of her stomach to her pert breasts, dark nipples hard and taut.
Her hair spread out around her body like a dark curtain.  She was a
lush paradise that he needed to explore. He stood frozen in the doorway,
gazing his full at all the lovely skin his hands could touch.

Claire
sat up, her breasts jutting forward as she leveled him with a sultry smile.
“Welcome home, John. I figured we’d have a little dessert before dinner
tonight.”

John
took a step closer to the bed; his palms itched to caress her body. “God,
Claire, I’m going to—”

“Stop
right there, dear husband.” She held up her hand and he halted. He watched as
she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her back to him, and then stood to
move around to him. He devoured her body with his eyes and stayed put until she
stood before him.

Claire
tugged on his tie to pull his face down to hers. Their lips met in a touch that
spoke of promise; hot, electric, and unbelievably erotic. Her tongue demanded
entry into his mouth and the desire restrained inside him boiled over. Molding
the soft planes of her body to his, John lost himself in the sweetness of her
mouth. His hands traveled the curve of her back until he reached the round
flesh of her ass and he filled his palms with her.

He
needed to feel her wrapped around him, needed inside her now. Kisses were no
longer enough, but his wife had other ideas; as he tried to lead her back to
the bed, she stepped out of his embrace.

When
she sidestepped another attempt to grab her, John groaned in mock frustration.
“You’re killing me, love. I’m dying here.”

Her
laughter tinkled around the room like a wind chime and he smiled at the ease
with which she expressed her delight. Her eyes sparkled and pink tinged her
cheeks, spiking his desire to crazy levels. Claire caught his train of thought
with a look.

She
allowed him to pull her into his arms. Looking up at him, Claire graced him
with a smile that made his heart race. “I’m sorry you’re dying, John.” Her hand
slipped between their bodies and cupped him through his dress pants. “But your
cock feels pretty alive.”

“Filthy
mouth, Claire. I didn’t know you talked like that.” He rotated his hips, loving
the feel of her hands on him.

“Oh,
I should show you what else I
can
do with my mouth.”
She squeezed him and he grunted.

He
captured her lips in a heated kiss. “Show me then, love.”

Claire
back away, crossed the room to the dresser, and bent to the bottom drawer. He
sat hard on the end of the bed, and admired the wiggle of her hips. The lips of
her sex peeked out, slick and puffy, beckoning him.

“Claire.”
He breathed out her name like a prayer. “Stop teasing me, damn it.”

Her
laughter was low and husky. With one last wiggle she straightened up, a piece
of rope in her hands. His eyebrows climbed his hairline. She held some brown
twine from garage; he’d bought it for their last trip.

“What
are you planning to do with that?” He shifted on the bed.

Dark
eyes flashed with something that made his gut tighten with desire. His wife
advanced on him, transforming before his eyes. Her face was serious, her stance
firm, and her body language spoke of confidence and dominance. “I am going to
tie you up and have my way with you, dear.”

Claire
pushed him flat on his back and straddled his waist.  He grabbed her hips,
but she slapped him on the chest. “Hands above your head, John.”

Holy
shit! The way she purred his name turned him on like crazy. He’d never seen her
behave this way; the thread of steel underlying every movement, the fire in her
eyes, made her so damn sexy.

“Yes,
mistress.” His words came out gruff.

She
graced him with a smile when he obeyed. The rope bound his wrists together then
Claire looped it around the headboard, holding him in place. “Very good, pet.
Now to reward you.
Don’t move, understand?”

He
lay still while she stripped him of his shirt. Claire bent forward and her hair
fell forward like a curtain. The strands brushed over his chest, sending a
ripple of sensation through his body. He moaned softly when the heat of her
breath fanned over his nipple. The wet tip of her tongue circled his flesh
until it beaded up, begging for her mouth, but she teased him with gentle
licks.

“Please.”
That one word came out as a strangled plea.

The
sultry sound of her laughter triggered a cascade of chills over his skin. She
raised her head a little to look at him. “Begging already? Just wait.”

She
reached above him and placed a blindfold over his eyes. The darkness heightened
his senses so much that the hard pull of her mouth his pebbled flesh had him
jerking. His breath whooshed out
,
then back in when
the point of her teeth grazed his skin. She knew how to unravel him with so
little effort.

His
breath came in labored gasps as she tortured the other nipple mercilessly. The
ache in his cock intensified with every nip of her teeth until he begged,
“Please, mistress.”

“Ah,
love, I’ll help you.” She whispered against his skin.

He
felt her hands at his waistband, stroking down the front of his pants, then
back to his waist. She slithered down his body, leaving a trail of heat with
her lips. He jerked when her tongue darted into his navel and swirled around.

The
metallic sound of his zipper lowering filled the bedroom. John called upon his
tattered self-control to help him stay still. She tested him when she tongued
him through the cotton of his boxers. He lifted his hips and whimpered at the
sensation of her mouth sucking through the fabric. His teeth ached from his
efforts to let her lead.

Finally,
she shimmied his boxers down his thighs. Her hand circled his shaft, pumping
him slowly up and down. The heat of her breath on the head of his cock
qualified as exquisite torture. Air refused to leave his lungs, held captive by
the anticipation of her mouth.

“You,”
she began, her nails digging into his thighs, “are not allowed to come until I
tell you to.”

John
opened his mouth; a guttural moan was all he managed as her lips closed around
the tip.
 
His hips thrust up,
desperate to feel more of her silky wetness sliding over him. The suction of
her mouth curled his toes, her tongue teasing the slit of his cock on each
upstroke.

“Claire!
God, Claire,” he mumbled.
 
He fisted
his hands in her hair, the instinct to take control impossible to ignore.
 

She
hummed around him, a smile on her face as she moved up and down on his slick
shaft.
 
For a little while, she let
him take control, thrusting hard into that sweet sensation.
 
Her mouth and throat taking him,
squeezing around him just like her pussy, making him groan and grasp at her
hair.

John
felt his balls draw up close to his body, tension riding hard, tightening every
muscle.
 
But Claire denied him the
satisfaction of coming in her sweet mouth.
 
No, she released him with a wet sound, pushing him flat on his back. He
lay dazed, panting softly while she climbed up on the bed.

“Good
job, pet.” She straddled his hips and lined his cock up.
 
She lowered down with a sigh.
 

A
groan, low and tortured, was all he could utter as she lifted up and sank back
down. He arched, his hands tight on her waist as he thrust up into her.
 

“And
this is exactly what I’d waited all day for,” she purred as she rode him hard.