Jennifer's Gift (The Fantasy #2) (2 page)

I felt his hands on mine as he placed his lips on the back of my neck. Slowly he pulled my hands behind me, and began to wrap
the soft and silky material around them. When my wrists were secure he placed his fingers on the base of my spine, and led me toward the table. He sat slowly, holding my hips in his warm hands as he gazed at my thighs, and began to move his eyes slowly up to my stomach, and breasts. He reached up and quickly pulled the cups down, freeing first one breast, and then the other.

Charles pulled me closer to him, clamping his lips over my right nipple and sucking hard before releasing it and grabbing me roughly with his hand, scooping my other nipple into his mouth quickly. He uttered sounds unlike any I’d heard from him before, guttural almost, as if he were eating a delicious dinner after surviving on flavorless oatmeal for months. He groaned softly as he pulled my nipple between his lips, and ran his hands down my thighs, my balance wavering under his rough touch. I sighed and closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of him, only to be left chilly as the heat of his passion disappeared.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him; his face was turned up to mine slightly, a smile in his eyes as he tugged on the silk ties around my wrists. I slowly got down onto my knees, situating myself on the oversized pillow between Charles knees. His cock was already lengthening; my eyes were drawn to the sight of him slowly creeping down his thigh like a magnet. Charles placed his thumb on my chin and tipped my face up to his, I gazed at him eagerly, waiting for his instruction.

The spring breeze
made my wind chimes hum softly as Charles brought the fork and spicy beef to my lips; it was hot and salty in my watering mouth. I watched Charles lift a bite to his own mouth; he chewed gracefully, his sly smile hiding at the corner of his mouth as he cast glances down at me. When he finished, he stabbed a potato, and the smell of rosemary tingled my senses before the savory potato burst in my mouth. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from Charles’ lengthening cock, it crept toward me invitingly, and without preamble, I leaned forward and began to nuzzle my face against his solid shaft.

Charles placed his fingers under my chin and tipped my face up to his
again. “Not without permission, princess.”

My insides tightened deliciously
at the endearment and I nodded slowly as he tugged gently on my jaw, opening my mouth and placing a forkful of warm garlic veggies on my tongue. I watched him curiously as I chewed slowly savoring the delectable food. He was still incredibly handsome, strikingly sexy after all these years. It was hard to imagine how we’d never discovered this type of play before. Why hadn’t I told him sooner about what I wanted? How did I never understand what
he
wanted? Surely there must have been some hints along the way.

Charles stood and charmingly helped me to my feet
, that big smile warming my heart, how long it had been since he’d smiled so much in one day? His hands were on my hips and he slowly slid them up to my breasts, pinching my nipples quite roughly before molding my breasts to his palms and kissing me deeply. I twisted my thumbs around the soft material that bound my wrists, longing to wrap my arms around his neck. A soft moan escaped my throat, and Charles circled his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I stumbled a little on the heels, but it was nearly dark, the wind was cold, and his arms were like a warm blanket.

Charles took me inside, and walked me up the stairs, removing his clothing slowly. I smiled at the sight of his bare torso, and his dimples played
again at his cheeks while his eyes danced. In our room Charles took me into his arms again, only this time my back was pressed to him. I felt his cock at my hands and slowly began massaging him as he lifted my braid and placed it over my shoulder, kissing my exposed neck. His fingers slid down my arms sending tingles across my skin and making my nipples harden in anticipation. I closed my eyes reveling in the feel of him.

Charles was crouching behind me, tugging the tight thong down over my hips before slipping it down my legs and he
lping me step out of it. He sat on the floor, resting his back against the side of our bed, and turned me to face the closet mirror which was the length of the wall, stretching floor to ceiling. He pulled down on my hips, dragging me to the floor and sitting me between his legs.

I watched him in the mirror as he peered into my gaze through it, and placed his hands on my knees, pulling them open
and then hooking his feet over my ankles to keep them open. In the mirror I saw a stranger, this woman naked save for a strand of black beads, thigh high stockings and heels. Her legs were spread; her freshly waxed pussy exposed completely, dark with arousal. Charles was biting her neck now as her eyes closed and her head collapsed back to his shoulder.

“No. Open your eyes. Look in the mirror.” He said firmly.

I lifted my lids, keeping my head against his shoulder as I watched his hand move down my thigh and he slid his fingers over my aching sex. The same fingers that had touched me thousands of times before suddenly felt new, strange to me, as if this were the first time I’d been with him. His eyes were intense, so passionate that I could hardly look at him as he began to circle my clitoris, dragging my wetness up and down, smearing it around my labia and sending waves of pleasure through me. I bit my lip and closed my eyes again, Charles gave me a shake with his firm shoulder, and then brought his free hand to my hair and lifted my head, turning my face to his and kissing me as he jerked his hand faster. I squirmed on the ground, the carpet burning my bare ass as I struggled away from him. His erection dug into my back as I dug my heels into the carpet and pressed back against him, trying to escape his hand.

Charles laughed darkly, and pulled away to look into my face as he continued to roughly stroke my clitoris. I twisted out of his arms, my entire body shaking with convulsions
as I moaned loudly. Charles yanked me back to him, turning me slightly until I was laying in front of him. He had his free hand holding my thigh now, pressing it against the carpet, spreading my legs as wide as they would go.

“Fuck!” I screamed
as my thighs jumped. “I can’t Charles please…” I ground out, bucking my hips against his unbelievably intense fingers.

Charles chuckled softly as I cried out again, my pussy
spasming uncontrollably as I came around Charles’ fingers, I looked right into the mirror as Charles flipped me over and plunged into me, removing the scarf from my wrists quickly. I placed my hands under my face, hardly coherent as my husband’s huge dick brought me to oblivion.

Suddenly his hands were in my hair and I was yanked up, the sight in the mirror was like something in a porn movie. Charles was red, his muscles bulging as he closed his mouth over my neck again, and his hands grasped my breasts. I watched the passionate couple in the mirror; she flipped her hair seductively as he brought her up against his firm chest
and ravished her heavy breasts. Was that really me? Was I able to be this sexy after all this time?

I watched Charles’ hand slid down my stomach, and between my thighs as he continued to thrust into me
and began to circle my clitoris, his other arm wrapped around my chest and holding me tight. I moaned and came again, shuttering around his thick cock and before I was even finished Charles lifted me quickly and tossed me onto the bed. He grasped my ankles and hauled me to the edge of the bed, thrusting into me again.

I sat up on my elbows and watched with fascination as he slid in and out of me, he seized the back of my neck, hauling me up to kiss me again quickly, but still pressed his forehead to mine. I stared into his eyes, because he didn’t have to tell me to. I held his gaze as I crashed around him again, my orgasm so intense that sweat broke out across my skin
, and a sob caught in my throat.

Charles pulled out of me and collapsed to his knees, sliding his hot tongue over my ass and pussy before I could register what he was doing. I jumped at the sudden gentle contact, and tried to close my legs, pressing my hand against his face. I instantly regretted the motion when his burning gaze met with mine and he yanked my hands to my
sides and in one fluid motion flipped my ankles over my head. The wind rushed from my lungs as my knees rested on either side of my head. After pinning my wrists together behind my upturned bottom, he resumed his concentrated licking and I half laughed with delight, half screamed in sheer abandon.

Trying to take my hands out of his grasp was useless, but really, I didn’t want to. This was the most intense sexual experience of my life…. Save for the hotel room on our anniversary.

“Charles!” I cried, and his tongue added pressure to my clit. “Oh fuck, Charles please let me up!” I cried again and he growled his response.

Charles suctioned his lips to my pussy and began to circle my clit wildly with his tongue.
I bucked and shuttered as I came again, and when Charles had satisfied his taste for me he released my legs. I sat up quickly and grasped his shoulders, shoving him onto the bed before straddling him and sitting down on him fully. He reached up and took my braid into his hands, tossing the tie aside and letting my waves cascade around my shoulders before he grasped my face and pulled me down to him.

I
lifted my hips and fell onto him with all of my weight, wanting him as deep inside me as he could go. I needed to have every inch of him inside of me. I craved it. I scratched my nails down his chest and Charles put my hands behind my back. He didn’t need to tie them. I clasped my fingers together and stared in his eyes as he moved my feet flat on the bed, lifting them higher so I was squatting over him, he held my ass in his hands and slowly I sank down on him.

The intensity of this position was nearly painful and I moaned louder as he began to thrust into me, and slid his hands up to my face. I opened my eyes and forced myself to hold Charles’ gaze, tears were filling my eyes, and my nose was tingling. I couldn’t believe the connection I felt to this man, this man I’d known for more than fifteen years was suddenly new. New and exciting and I was falling in love with him all over again.
Falling in love with
us
all over again.

“I love you.” I whispered

Charles groaned and closed his mouth over mine, wrapping his arm around my waist and flipping me over, burying himself into me.

“I love you too, princess.” He said, sweeping hair away from my forehead.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my ankles together as Charles’ thrusts grew more powerful and my pussy tightened around him. My nails were digging into his shoulders as I held onto him for dear life.

“Harder.” I whispered.

Charles teeth closed on my shoulder roughly as he plunged into me, his other hand sliding beneath my tailbone and lifting me from the bed. I came around him again, and screamed as I felt him twitch once inside of me.

“No I wa
nt you. I want to taste you.” I moaned, reaching for his cock and Charles pulled out of me.

I scooted down as he stroked his thick cock, his head throbbing. I closed my lips around him and looked up into his eyes as he began to spurt his salty cum into my mouth. I swallowed it lovingly, enjoying the taste of him and I mixed together in a way I’d never imagined I could.

Charles slid his hand over my hair and cupped my face as he gazed at me, turning over and pulling me into his warm embrace. I don’t how long we laid there, minutes… hours even? It was total bliss. I had rediscovered my love, my passion, my husband. Everything had changed that night in the hotel room.
Everything
. But it was changed for the better. It had saved my marriage, and my happiness.

“I have something I want to give to you, if you want it.” Charles whispered at my ear.

I nodded slowly, and smiled as he leapt from the bed and his taunt buttocks lifted and fell as he walked from the room. When he returned he held something in his hand. He looked at me with so much love as he sat on the bed, that I was reminded of the night he proposed to me. I smiled up at him.

I sat up and looked at the
beautiful coil of gold that had inconspicuous handcuffs on each end, and held a tiny teardrop diamond in the center. The diamond was attached to another small gold ring that secured it to the coil resting on his fingers. It resembled a bell that might be on a cat collar. I trailed my fingers along the delicate gold and looked up at him with curiosity.

“What is it?” I asked
, it was so pretty, and delicate.

“The second most important piece of jewelry I will ever give to you.” He said, lifting my left and hand twisting my wedding band around my finger.

I smiled as he opened the ends and slipped it around my throat.

“Will you wear it?” He asked.

“It’s a collar isn’t it?” I grinned at my reflection in the mirror. There was a woman at my work who wore one; her boyfriend had made it with hemp rope and some of the prettiest gemstones I’d ever seen from our local crystal shop.

“Yes, if you want to call it that.”

“I want to call it that.” I said with a smile, leaning forward and kissing him softly.

I hadn’t expected
this when I’d proposed we act out a fantasy for our anniversary. What I’d expected was a nice evening with the man I’d been married to for more than a decade. Maybe some drinks, and some wild sex. But never had I imagined this shift, this growth in our relationship. Never had I expected to meet my husband again for the first time. Never had I dreamed that I would be falling in love with him, all over again. As I looked into the mirrors, Charles sitting comfortably behind me on our large fluffy bed, I thought about the night we’d met. I would never forget the second I saw him, I knew my life was changed.