Apparently, “getting ready” to go to the club involves a shower with my husband, during which he lifts me, props my back against the wall and takes me hard and fast as the steam rises around us.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in the shower again since the first time we did it,” he whispers in my ear as he pounds into me.
“You do some of your best work vertically.”
He laughs and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to make you come.”
“Where else have you wanted to do it?” I manage to ask.
The hands that are gripping my bottom tighten and spread my cheeks apart. “Here.”
The thought of it makes my entire body tingle. “So you’ve said.”
“I had another dream.”
I open my eyes and find him watching me, gauging my reaction.
“Will you tell me about it?”
“After I make you come.”
“Mmm, hurry.”
That I’m curious and eager to hear about his dream seems to spark something in him, and he picks up the pace, driving into me repeatedly until we’re both coming. He holds me close to him for several minutes before easing me back down to stand on wobbly legs.
We get out of the shower and dry off. I’m reaching for a robe when he takes my hand and leads me to our bed. He lifts the covers. “In.”
“I thought we were going out.”
“We are. Later.”
“Okay…” I get into bed, and he follows me. We come together in the middle, arms and legs wrapped around each other in a routine that has become wonderfully familiar to me. I can’t remember what life was like before I got to sleep in his arms every night. But we’re not sleeping now, and judging by the fiery heat I see in his eyes, we’re not going out for a while either. “Tell me. I want to know what you dreamed about.”
“We were at the club. We’d been working up to this moment for weeks. Everyone was there to watch. You’re bent over the spanking bench, and I’ve used my paddle. Your ass is hot and red, and your * is so wet, it’s running down your legs.”
I squirm to get closer to him. Even though he came not even ten minute ago, he’s hard again. His hand cups my ass to bring me in tight against him, his finger dipping between my cheeks.
“You’re wearing the biggest plug I have, and it was a struggle for you to take it. I tell you it’s got nothing on me, and you begin to tremble. Your entire body is vibrating, and I haven’t even turned on the plug yet.”
His finger slides through the slickness between my legs and presses teasingly against my back entrance, making me burn with desire.
“Do you want to hear more?”
My mouth is so dry that I nod in response.
“I need the words.”
“I-I want to hear more. I want to hear it all.”
His low growl is hugely arousing to me. Knowing I’m turning him on by letting him speak to me about his fantasies excites me beyond belief.
“In my dream, I can tell you’re scared. I want to take away your fear by showing you how amazing it can be to give up control to me, to trust me with your pleasure. I ask if you want to stop and remind you of your safe word. You’re afraid it will hurt, and I tell you it will, but only for a short time. Then it will feel so good. So unbelievably good.”
His finger dips inside me, making me tense and excited and eager all at the same time. I still can’t believe how much I love being touched there. It sets me on fire every time he does it.
“I promise you the most powerful orgasm of your life.”
I tremble at the thought of it. More powerful than what I’ve already experienced with him?
“First the plug has to come out, and it’s as difficult coming out as it was going in. Of course I take my own sweet time and work you up until you’re practically begging me to do it. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Let me hear you say the words.”
“I want you to… To fuck my ass.”
“Fucking hell, that’s so hot. Hearing you say those words… God, Nat…”
His finger pushes in deeper, and I strain against him, needing more. He lifts my leg up and over his hip, and enters me, giving me half of him as he continues to torture me with his finger. If talking about it is this intense, I can’t imagine what actually doing it will be like.
“The plug finally pops free, and I move fast to lube up myself and you and begin to press into you. Right away, you panic. You tell me it’s too big. Of course that only makes me bigger.”
Despite the assault on my senses, I laugh.
“You make me laugh when I ask you if you’re ready for more and you ask how there can be more. But you can’t see what I can, that we’ve only just begun. I try to give you something else to think about by playing with your clit and nipples, and when you’re distracted, I’m able to give you more.”
I groan at the thought of what it will feel like.
“Jesus, Nat, you’re so tight and hot. Your muscles are rippling around my finger.”