Decadence (4 page)

Eric tried to wrap his brain around what he was seeing.
These
are the kind of classes she was taking? Get the fuck out.
Jessica, whom
he’d had to coax out onto dance floors when they’d been dating was now
swiveling and swaying in front of him like a professional goddess.

His cock pulsed in reply as she gave her hips another slow
swish before turning her back to him. Planting her heels in a yard-wide stance,
she bent at the waist, lovely legs perfectly taut and straight as she bent
forward until her hands touched the ground. Luscious round ass, barely covered
by short skirt, dark panties peeking out from underneath, all a precious few
feet in front of him. Yet he couldn’t touch her.

Tugging at the tie that held both wrists, he realized she’d
done a decent job of securing him in position.
I’ll be damned.
He’d
never given much thought to being tied up or to having Jessica take control,
but he was loving every minute of it.

The last strains of the song sounded and Eric dreaded the
show being over. To his relief,
You Can Leave Your Hat On
immediately
started playing.
Thank God.

Continuing to sway her gorgeous ass, Jess slowly rolled
upright then turned her head and grinned at him. A sexy, smirky grin that sent
a wave of heat straight to his cock. She lifted one gloved hand to her full
pouty lips and tugged at the tip of her silk-covered index finger. His cock
twitched as he imagined those lips closing over him instead.

Slowly, one by one, she loosened every finger. With one
sharp pull the glove came off in her teeth. Turning slowly toward him, she held
the glove high in the air, then drew it up the length of his torso as she moved
behind him. She trailed the satiny fabric across his head then let go, leaving
the garment draped over his shoulder.

The sweet scent of her perfume tormented him. Directly
before him once more, she began to remove the second glove. As she got to the
last finger, she held her hand out, close enough that he could lean forward. He
gripped the tip of the glove between his teeth and gave a slow, steady pull.

Both arms now bare, she shimmied her shoulders, lowering
first one strap of her tank top then the other, teasing him with every glimpse
of what she wore beneath it. In one quick move, she yanked the center of the top
and it split in two.
Sweet Jesus.
Letting the shredded garment drop to
the floor, she rolled her shoulders again, leaning forward.

Full pale breasts overflowed from the cups of a black
bustier with red laces straight up its front. Eric shifted in his chair,
desperate for any friction he could create against his aching cock.

Seeing him squirm seemed to please her and she smiled again.
A slow, delicious smile that made him want his hands free so he could tug her
onto his lap. She leaned forward and lowered her face to his, hovering a
centimeter away, just out of reach, until he couldn’t stand it another second.
Her lips brushed his in the sweetest breath of a kiss then she pulled away, the
sexy grin in place once more.

A low growl escaped him as she swiveled her way down to the
floor then back up again. Every curve in motion. Slow, torturous motion. Arms
crossed in front of her, pushing her already magnificent cleavage into a
breathtaking show of abundance, she undid the buttons on either side of her
tiny skirt.

Raising one hip then the other, she lowered the skirt, just
enough for a tempting glimpse of hipbone and panties. She twirled in a slow
circle, flipping up the back of the skirt for a glimpse of silk-covered ass
before finally sliding the skirt down past her thighs. Letting it drop to the
floor, she did a sexy squat bend, picked it up and allowed it to fall right
onto his lap. Even the faint weight of the skirt was a welcome sensation
against his cock. Any attention was welcome. His stomach muscles clenched hard,
allowing the swollen head the tiniest wiggle room. A trail of wetness remained
in the inch it shifted. Had she not tied his wrists, he was sure he would have
grabbed her by now. He wanted nothing more than to feel her against him. Every
bit of her.

As if sensing how much he needed her, she strolled closer.
The heat that rose from her body surrounded him with its enticing aroma. Honey.
Ambrosia. Nothing had ever smelled sweeter than her.

Her hands trailed up his chest, barely grazing him over his
shirt. Up and down, once, twice, pausing over each nipple then sliding again.
She tipped her breasts toward him and he noticed that the ribbon holding her
bustier closed dangled right by his mouth. He parted his lips as she leaned
closer, then he grabbed the silky string between his teeth. She pulled back,
rolling her shoulders as she went until the bow came undone. Wiggling back and
forth loosened the strings enough that her lush breasts spilled out.

Jess wrapped her hands around his head, tugging him toward
her, nestling his face between her boobs. Eric inhaled deeply, thankful for any
skin-on-skin contact he could get.

Before he could kiss his way to a nipple she shifted,
lowering herself in a corkscrewing spiral until she was on her knees before
him. Firm but gentle hands inched up his thighs. He held his breath and stared
at his lap, praying she was headed for his cock.

Staying an inch from the bulge in his pants, she stroked his
hips, his belly, the crease where his legs met his body, everywhere but the
precious inches of him that made him feel as though he’d die if they weren’t
touched.

His groaning brought another smile to her face and she
mercifully drew her hand directly over his erection.
Holy hell.
It took
all the self-control he could muster not to come then and there.
Breathe.

She rubbed his length through the fabric. Pre-cum soaked the
top of his waistband and the front of his shirt. Moving so slowly he thought he
might lose consciousness, she unzipped him, finally, blissfully setting his
erection free.

His cock was as dark red as he’d ever seen it. Thick and
glossy. Dainty fingers twirled over the tip then down his shaft as she freed
his balls with a gentle swoop of her hand.

She dipped her head into his lap and flicked her tongue
against his head before trailing lower. Bathing each of his balls with a slow,
wet caress, she licked her way back up for a quick tight suck as her fingers
unbuttoned his shirt.

When his chest was bare she ran her hands over his nipples
once more, sending yet another zip of electricity to his balls.
Fuck.
Her mouth felt so good he could barely stand it.
Don’t come. Not yet.

Jessica’s hands went to the two black sticks holding her
hair in a loose bun behind her head. She pulled them both free, sending her
hair cascaded own over her shoulders. It brushed against his belly like a sheet
of cool silk.
Jesus.

She kissed her way up his torso. His cock grazed her chest,
the satiny laces of the bustier, the smooth skin of her belly, each sensation
more thrilling than the last. She hooked one leg over his, then the other,
straddling him as she pulled back and shifted the barely there black silk
panties to the side.

Her newly exposed flesh was as crimson and slick as his own.
He tugged at the tie holding him in place, aching to touch her, to wrap his
arms around her, to pull her down, impaling her on his cock.

Jessica ground against his hardness as she placed her lips
on his. Still being unable to touch her caused the sensation of their mouths
meeting to feel more intense. Magnified. Craving any contact he could get, he
found her tongue with his own, twirling it hard and fast.

He growled when she pulled back. She leaned toward the
table, plucked a strawberry from the tray and slipped the tip between her lips.
His mouth watered as he watched her sink her teeth into the red flesh, her
tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice before it fell.

Chewing slowly, a devilish look in her eyes, she dragged the
berry across his lips. Sweet. Wet. Tempting. Just like her. He parted his lips
and took a bite, feeling the burst of sugar and tanginess in his mouth. All his
senses seemed heightened. The sound of the music made his body pulse with each
beat. The sight of Jessica sent a static charge through every inch of him. Her
scent stirred a yearning to be inside her. He longed to touch her but the
sensation of her skin on his was already more than he could stand.

A low moan vibrated through her chest as she raised and
lowered herself against him. He strained toward her, aching.

Hot fingers wrapped around his cock as she lifted herself
off his lap until the tip of him was at her opening. Although his hands were
tied his legs were not. He braced his feet against the floor, making sure he
wouldn’t tip the chair and them over, then thrust up toward her.

Sinking into her hot, dense flesh, he groaned. Jessica
shuddered as she took him to the hilt, rocking herself back and forth in his
lap. Eric had all but forgotten music was still playing until the song changed
and
Wicked Game
began to play.

Jessica’s body moved in sync with the song. Long, sexy
movements. Drawing out every stroke. Pivoting against him. He strained against
the tie, but Jessica stroked his arms, lowering her mouth to his neck. Shudders
of pleasure raced up his spine as she licked and nipped at him. Tension grew in
his belly, spreading lower, filling him with intense need.

She slipped her hand between them and stroked her clit, the
smooth back of her hand rubbing against his stomach. Her newfound willingness
to touch herself in front of him put him over the edge. His balls were knotted,
abs tight as a drum, mind spinning as cum rocketed up through his cock. Being
unable to grab and hold her focused all the sensations on his groin. As the
third spurt left his body, he felt Jessica’s tight walls contract around him.
She threw her head back and let out a sharp cry that accentuated the pleasure
he felt.

As she bucked, her face moved toward his and his lips found
hers once more. Tongues entwined, they rode out the orgasm until their combined
shudders stopped. Jessica pulled her mouth away and leaned to the side. She
reached behind him, her fingers nimbly slipping between his wrist and the tie,
somehow undoing the knot that had so securely held him in place.

The second his hands were free, he curled his arms around
her, hugging her close, still inside her. He could feel her heart pounding as
he held her. “That. Was. Amazing.” He breathed the words into her hair, running
his lips over the delicate shell of her ear.

“You liked it?” She sat back, looking him in the eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” Vulnerability colored her beautiful
features and his heart ached. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Anywhere.”

She kissed him, hard. “I’m glad.”

“I’m floored. I can’t believe you learned to do all that.”

Shrugging, she bit her lip, a stunning mix of innocent and
drop-dead sexy. “I wanted to feel sexy. For you and for me.”

Eric stroked his hands through her hair, pushing it back off
her face. His thumbs caressed her cheeks. “Did you? Feel sexy? Because you sure
as hell looked it to me.”

“I did.” A smile lifted one corner of her mouth. “Seeing the
look on your face helped a whole lot.”

He chuckled. “What look was that? Mouth hanging open like a
Neanderthal?”

“Pretty much.” She giggled and he held her tighter, feeling
her laughter vibrate through him.

Jessica slid her hands up his forearms to his wrists. “I
didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not a bit. You shocked the hell out of me though. I’ve
never wanted to use my hands so bad.”

“I kinda liked seeing you squirm.”

“How did I wind up with such a beautiful, sexy, devious
wife?”

“Just lucky I guess.”

He kissed her again, savoring the sweet taste of her lips.

When they finally untangled themselves from each other,
Jessica realized she was starving. Deciding they’d had enough fancy food for
one day, they ordered a pizza. As usual, the Friday night delivery time was
well over an hour so they showered, together, slowly massaging each other, then
returned to the family room. Eric looked mouthwateringly sexy in a low-slung
pair of pajama pants and a soft cotton t-shirt. Jessica opted for a short
nightie and her favorite fleece robe.

“This may be the best pizza I’ve ever eaten,” Eric said,
sprawled on the couch, feet on the coffee table, plate in his lap.

Jessica sat at the opposite end of the couch, her legs
propped up on his. “Agreed.”

Eric put his plate alongside the pizza box then grabbed his
beer and took a deep swallow. He picked at the label, looking pensive. “I don’t
want to risk ruining the mood, but I feel like I have a confession I need to
make.”

Jessica’s heart felt as if it had plummeted into her belly.
“What kind of confession?”

Eric shifted to face her, drawing her legs toward him until
her feet rested in his lap. He massaged her foot and calf before speaking.

Her throat felt so tight she didn’t think she could swallow
the bite of pizza that was still in her mouth. Chewing slowly, she raced
through the possibilities of what he might say. Nothing good sprung to mind.
Unhappy?
Bored? Cheating? Oh God, anything but that.
She knew Bill’s impending
divorce was taking its toll at work. Not to mention that she’d worried about
their relationship more with news of each splitting couple rolling in. It had
reached practically epidemic proportions.

Eric stared at his hand as it traced the contours of her
leg.

Just tell me. Please.

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “I know
you’ve been unhappy the past few months. I saw it. And it bothered me. But I
didn’t do anything about it. And I’m really sorry.”

Is that the confession?
That didn’t sound too bad.
Is
that all?
“It’s not your fault. I was just stressed from the move. It’s not
easy being the low-key mom in this neighborhood.”

“I know. I guess I thought since we were still in the same
town it wouldn’t matter but I know you lost some friends. And that sucks.”

She nodded, not sure she could continue speaking without
worry seeping into her voice.
What isn’t he saying yet?

Eric traced small circles on the bottom of her foot but as
good as it felt it didn’t distract her. He took another breath. “When you
started taking your mysterious classes I was glad. I figured anything to get
you out of the house was a good thing. And right away you seemed happier.”

Where is he headed with this?
Her heart hammered. “I
was happier. But I was never unhappy with you. I need you to know that.”

Eric let out a sigh then picked up her hand and placed a
kiss on it. “I was never unhappy with you either. Not for a second. But when
you wouldn’t tell me what the classes were I got…worried.”

Worried?
“About what?”

His gaze shifted down, away from hers. “I thought maybe
‘class’ was more like you finding someone who paid more attention to you than I
was.” His eyes met hers, dark and tinged with fear. “I thought you might have
been having an affair.”

Stunned, Jessica stared back at him then laughter tumbled
out of her. She knew she shouldn’t be laughing. Not at all. The expression on
Eric’s face told her that. He was clearly baffled by her reaction. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to speak but more giggles bubbled out of her.

“I don’t… Why are you laughing?”

Jessica wiped at her eyes, forcing herself to take a breath.
“I’m just so relieved.” She scooted across the couch and put her arms around
Eric’s neck, running her hand back and forth against the back of his head.

“Relieved?” He studied her face, clearly not understanding.

“I wasn’t cheating on you, Eric. I’d never cheat on you. If
I was that unhappy I would have told you. I love you too much and respect you
too much to ever hurt you like that.”

Eric visibly relaxed. His shoulders unclenched, his hand,
which he’d been holding dead still, began stroking her leg again. “I feel the
same way. I’d never do that to you either.”

“I guess it’s my turn to confess now.”

His eyebrows rose.

“I was worried about the same thing. All those late nights
at the office. Being too tired to do anything but eat dinner and go to bed. I
couldn’t help but think—”

“Never.” He tipped her chin up until she met his eyes again.
Staring straight at her he said it again. “Never. I promise, Jess. I love you.”

“I love you too. More than ever.” Before the last word left
her lips his mouth was on hers. Hot. Wet. Of all the times they’d kissed today
this was the most passionate. The most intimate. She could feel his sincerity
in every stroke of his tongue.
He loves me. We’re going to be okay.

“Promise me something.” His fingers worked through her hair,
strong and soothing against her scalp.

“Anything.”

“That brings a lot of requests to mind, but for now I just
want one thing. Seriously.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

“If you ever feel stressed or unhappy again, promise you’ll
tell me. Or ask me for help. I’m not a mind reader. It’s not that I don’t want
to help out, but you have to tell me what you need from me.”

“I’ll try.” She circled her finger on his forearm, feeling
goose bumps rise on his skin. “That goes both ways though. If there’s something
on your mind or something worrying you, will you share it with me? Please?”

“Deal.” Eric pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, slow
and gentle.

“And one more thing.” Jess slid her mouth to his ear to
whisper. “We need more days like today.”

“No argument there.” He nibbled her neck. “But, you know,
the day’s not over yet. What do you say we spend what’s left of it in bed?”

“I say Mother’s Day is officially my favorite holiday. At least
the way you celebrate it.”

With a grin that made her insides quake, Eric lifted her off
the couch and strode toward the stairs.