All the Time (13 page)

The restaurant was intimate and cozy. Lainie
enjoyed the anonymity of the low lighting and private booths. This
was one of her favorite places to dine. She leaned her chin on her
palm and stared lovingly at her husband. Seemingly unaware of her
scrutiny, Mike sniffed the cork of the wine he’d ordered. He
thanked the Sommelier and waited silently until they were
alone.

“You’re staring, darling. Is my make-up
smeared?” Lainie asked.

He grinned and picked up his wine glass and
she picked up hers. Mike touched his glass to hers. “To us. I love
you.”

“And I love you,” she replied. Something was
bothering him. What could it be? Her nature dictated she demand an
answer, but patience won out for a change.

She was rewarded when he leaned closer and
whispered, “There seems to be a slight flush of excitement
blossoming across those lovely breasts of yours, darling. Am I
right in thinking you want me?”

Lainie took a sip of wine and nodded. Sexual
tension had her strung tighter than a live wire. If he accidently
touched her, she’d explode.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he
whispered.

Heat spread across the tops of her breasts
and suffused her whole body. “No.”

“Tell me you want me, darling, and I’ll lay
you across this table and take you now.”

“Oh…” Lainie’s hand began to tremble and the
wine in her glass sloshed. She placed the glass carefully on the
table. “Mike, you shouldn’t say such things in public. You know
very well I need you high and hard inside me. If you take me now,
what do you think the staff would say?” She smiled. “Not to mention
all the other customers? And, let's not forget the police.”

“Do you want to find out what would
happen?”

“Stop it, Michael. Please behave. We don’t
have long to wait, do we?”

Mike chuckled. “You’re right. It won’t be
long at all before I’ll be inside you.”

Lainie lifted her glass to her lips and
watched with great interest as Mike pulled a slender box out of his
inside jacket pocket. Her eyes followed the lovely black and gold
box as he placed it on the table in front of her.

“What’s this, Mike?”

“A minor trinket for Valentine’s Day,
darling. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you truly desire and I
want you to know if I could, I would.”

Lainie gave a nervous laugh and picked up the
box. “What have you bought me now, darling?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.”

She ran her index finger over the intricate
gold design emblazoned on the black velvet. Tears shimmered when
she raised her eyes to meet his. “Oh, Mike. Sometimes you bring me
to my knees with your thoughtfulness.” She brushed at her tears and
continued. “I'm a lucky woman. What did I do to deserve you? You're
not only a wonderful, thoughtful lover, you're a true
romantic."

Fingers trembled slightly as she tugged the
gold ribbon free and opened the box.

A slight gasp left her lips.

A penis…her husband had bought her a tiny,
delicate gold penis.

She stared reverently at the delicate gift.
“It’s beautiful, Mike. I'm almost afraid to touch it, for fear I'll
leave a fingerprint on it." She smiled and a tiny dimple touched
the corner of her lips. "Thank you from the bottom of my
heart.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Mike stood and moved
behind her chair. “Let me put it on you.”

“People are staring, Mike.”

“Let them. All they’ll see is a man who loves
and desires his beautiful wife.” He bent and gave her a tender kiss
on the temple. “I’m the lucky one. You are truly special. I don't
know what I'd do without you in my life.”

Tears threatened to fall as she handed him
the necklace. She lifted and held her hair out of the way allowing
him to fasten the clasp at her nape. He draped the slender chain
over her neck and she settled the gold and diamond charm so it hung
straight.

She let her hair fall back in a dark
waterfall over her shoulders. Lifting a finger, she ran it lovingly
over the glittering surface of the charm. Like him, it was slick
and hard. Unlike him, the gold penis was cold. Mike was always hot.
Steaming hot and smooth as silk.

Mike returned to his seat and stared at her
breasts.

A nervous laugh threatened to erupt, but
Lainie stifled the urge. “What?” she managed to ask.

“Nothing, I like the way the necklace leads
my eye to your breasts. Although, I think I’ll have to purchase a
longer chain. I think I’d like to see the charm resting between
your breasts when we make love.”

Lainie looked down at her cleavage and
imagined herself nude with the tiny cock between her breasts and
could only nod in agreement.

“So, you like it?”

“Oh, yes. It’s a wonderful gift Mike, I’m
very touched. You're always more than generous and sweet, but this
is the most romantic, thoughtful gift you've ever given me.” She
smiled and continued to rub the delicate penis as though memorizing
every minute detail of his present.

“God, you’re a beautiful woman,” he
whispered. “I can't love you any more than I do at this moment. I
wish I could give you the world, but all I can give you is a golden
cock.”

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“I know you think having a cock would be the
answer to your prayers, Lainie. But, darling you’re wrong. Having a
cock is a great responsibility. It would only take one day of heavy
fucking for you to understand what I’ve been trying to tell you all
along.”

Lainie smiled. “I think you’re wrong, Mike.
But, I don't want to argue with you about it. Tonight is too
special a night for an argument." She looked into his eyes. “I will
assure you, if I had a cock, I would use it to the fullest
potential.”

He shrugged. “I’m not going to argue about it
either, Lainie, because there will never be a way for you to find
out.”

His words hurt. He was right; she would never
find out in this lifetime what it would be like to have her own
penis. Maybe in another life...

Lainie leaned closer to her husband. “Mike. I
have a gift for you, too.” She reached down under her chair and
pulled her purse onto her lap. From the cavernous depths she
brought out a familiar box. “I think you’ll get a kick out of this,
darling,” she said.

A broad smile spread across his handsome face
as he took the elegant, black and gold velvet box from Lainie’s
hand. “What have we here? I hope you didn’t get me a necklace just
like yours.”

Lainie chuckled, “No…but its close. I think
you’ll be pleased.”

Mike opened the jeweler’s box and gasp.
There, nestled in the black velvet, was a beautiful, masculine
chain. Laser cut in a diamond pattern, the bright gold reflected
the flickering candlelight every time he moved the box. He lifted
the handsome chain and surveyed the charm dangling from it. He
cupped the charm in the palm of his hand and turned it over.

Oh, God. Was it what it looked like? The
charm was a beautifully sculpted labia and a tiny delicate
clitoris. She’d given him a perfect, gold, miniature cunt. And,
holy shit, there nestled amongst the feminine folds a diamond
sparkled.

“Lainie…” he said holding up the gift. “What
can I say? It is one of the most sensuous gifts I’ve ever received.
Thank you, darling, it’s a ten, the same as you.” Mike carefully
laid the necklace on the table and took Lainie’s hand in his.

Running his fingers over the back of her
delicate hands, he gazed deep into her eyes.

“I think it’s time we went home…don’t
you?”

Lainie shivered. “You have plans for us?”

When Mike nodded she stood, tucked both empty
gift boxes into her purse and waited for him to hold her coat. She
slipped her arms into the sleeves, turned and gave Mike a soul
searching look.

“Should I be worried, darling?” she asked
softly.

He chuckled. “Absolutely.” The one thing on
his mind was how long it would be before he was high and hard
inside her. “Absolutely…you’d better be very worried.”

“I can’t wait,” she murmured and walked
away.

Mike scooped his lascivious gift from the
table and dropped it into the safety of his shirt pocket. He placed
his hand firmly on the curve of Lainie’s slender back and ushered
her to the car.

While the car warmed, he pulled her into his
arms and dropped his mouth over hers. The kiss quickly went from a
soft touch of lips to a kiss which threatened to ignite the
interior of the car in a conflagration of smoke and fire.

As always, she melted under his
ministrations. Within seconds, she was twining her tongue with his
in a sensuous dance as old as time.

Mike’s hands quickly found and cradled her
breasts. The fine cashmere fabric only served to heighten the
sensuality of her unfettered breasts. He’d spent the whole evening
enjoying the gentle sway of her breasts as she sipped her wine and
ate her meal. In fact, the evening had been an exercise in control
and his control was nearly at an end.

There was something terribly decadent about
her near nudity all evening. He’d been aching to take her in his
arms and touch her all over. Now, here in the dark interior of
their car, he could wait no longer.

There was no worry he would offend her by
making love to her here in the parking lot of the restaurant,
because in truth they were both sensualists. Always looking for the
next erotic experience, the next exotic location. Although, the
front seat of the car was hardly exotic.

They’d made love in far more exotic places
than the car. Like the time they made love in the glass elevator
riding to the top floor of the hotel in San Francisco or the time
they couldn’t wait one minute more and had slipped into the
changing room of a fashionable boutique in L.A. They had caused a
bit of a stir when Lainie let out a howl as he slid into her tight
cunt. He’d clamped a firm hand over her mouth, but it hadn’t been
in time and the clerk had threatened to have them arrested if they
didn’t leave the shop immediately and never return.

The fact they were forbidden from entering
one of her favorite shops was a sore subject with Lainie. She would
mention returning to L.A. to shop and then remember she was no
longer welcome in the boutique and her Latin blood would make
itself known. She always blamed Mike.

He always reminded her, she was the one who'd
screamed.

Luckily the argument never lasted long, and
to make it up to her, he would take her to New York for a long
weekend instead. All was well after a trip to the Big Apple.

Mike’s mind emptied when his fingers found
the hard beaded peaks of her nipples. He squeezed gently and Lainie
arched against his marauding fingers. Lips still touching his, she
groaned and whimpered.

Her hands were equally busy. Fingers found
their way down the front of his slacks and soon were tugging and
yanking at the fly of his trousers trying to get a purchase on the
tiny zipper tab hidden in the placket.

There was no ignoring Lainie’s touch as she
continued to run her fingers up and down the length of his arousal
in her struggle to find the evasive tab. He wanted to stop her,
but, then again, the throb of his cock, and the ache in his balls
were so exquisite he couldn’t bear to end the torment quite
yet.

Lainie moaned in frustration when her fingers
couldn’t grasp the illusive zipper tab. Her frustration soon became
his and they were groaning and writhing against each other like
eels in heat.

Eventually, Lainie seemed to give up on her
efforts to unzip his trousers and instead she seemed content to run
her fingers up and down his shaft, measuring his length and breadth
through the fabric of his trousers.

Mike’s hips lifted off the seat as his cock
surged and grew.

“No more,” he managed to growl against her
lips. “We have to stop before it's too late.”

Lainie protested with a whimper. Mike
relented and brushed his lips softly over hers one last time.

“No, darling…not here,” he said with a shake
of the head. “I don’t want to spend the night in jail simply
because we got caught fucking in front seat of our car. We’re going
home and finishing this like civilized adults.” Then he laughed.
“Who knows, we might even make it to our bed sometime tonight.”

“No, Mike. I want you, now. Fuck me,” she
begged pressing her body against his in an overt invitation.

“Darling,” he protested weakly when she
finally managed to loosen his zipper.

Sure fingers curled around his cock and Mike
gasped at the sensuous touch of her skin on his. He managed to
grind out a weak, “no,” but not much else as she traced the length
of him. An even weaker, “stop,” made no difference. She ignored his
plea and ran a finger over the crest of his cock, spreading
pre-come over the head.

Mike managed to clasp her fingers in his. “I
said stop, Lainie. I do not want to go to jail tonight because you
can’t wait.” He pushed her away gently, but firmly, but she didn’t
let go of his penis. She ignored his pleading and brushed her soft
fingers over the crown of his cock spreading more pre-come until
her hand was slippery and his cock was throbbing for release. Her
fingers curved around his cock forming a tight tunnel and his hips
rose and fell with each stroke of her hand.

She was killing him.

No, she was going to make him come.

Oh, God. Oh, shit.

His balls tightened and heat curled through
his groin.

It would be so damn easy to let her finish
this. Too damned easy.

“Stop,” he growled, grabbing her hands in his
and nearly damaging his cock in the process. “We have to stop…now,
Lainie!”

He lifted her fingers to his lips. “We are
going to wait. It’s only a short way home. We really can’t afford
to get caught with our pants down.” His voice was rough with
desire.

Eyes glazed, she frowned and shook her head,
struggling to free her hands. “No, I
need
you, Mike. I need
you now. Let me…let me…”