No Fantasy Required (5 page)

Judy’s hands were at the base of my spine and kneading my muscles into exquisite little trembles. The arousal lurking in the shadows like a predatory lion came a little closer. She massaged my buttocks with firm fingers and the motion pushed my mound down on the table. It skipped me to a higher state and I wanted to squelch it. Not here, it wasn’t right.

Maybe she sensed my mood because Judy said very softly, “Relax and let the feelings come. It is natural to experience different unexpected and unfamiliar emotions. Let whatever comes to you, be there.” She didn’t speak any more but her hands worked magic on me. I longed for Brian’s touch.

I thought of my teenage experiences, my failed relationships and the few dismal sexual encounters and felt sad. When tears brimmed in my eyes, it shocked me. After all that, Brian and I had found each other, fulfilled, encouraged and challenged one another.

We fell in love.

We had been there for each other all this time and I didn’t know why I questioned his dedication and commitment to me now.

Just because we had brought another woman into our private sexual world? Something we had both wanted to do, talked about but never acted upon. Now we had. I had. And I wanted it to happen again. Would Brian accept this? How would it affect our relationship? How would I feel when he had sex with her? Because he would have to. It would only be fair, right? I couldn’t be the only one getting pleasure. Would I get jealous? Would he like her more than me?

So many disturbing questions.

Through all this thought, I gained a clarity I hadn’t had before. I knew I had experienced a part of me I didn’t want to lose. Would Brian be there for me, knowing this part of me needed acknowledgment and acceptance?

His understanding and non-controlling nature would accept. I was sure of it, but a sense of doubt lurked, gnawing at me, shaking my confidence. We had to talk about it, then I could be sure.

Judy’s hands finished with my calves and slid past my ankles back down to my toes. The massage ended much too soon. Ninety minutes had flown by in a most exquisite way. I was so relaxed I couldn’t move. Not only relaxed, my heightened sexual state made me crave Brian.

This new realm sheltered and comforted me so much I wanted to stay. To come out of this special calm place meant I would have to deal with everything head-on. Eventually I knew I would, but for right now I was content to be here. Warm, oiled, and tranquil. I lay there and made no effort to get up.

A gentle hand pressed on my shoulder. “This room is available for a while. Relax and feel free to use the hydrotherapy tub if you like. Don’t feel rushed.”

I nodded slightly and murmured a soft acknowledgement. The door clicked quietly shut when Judy left the room.

When I opened the door to our suite, the lights were so low I wondered if Brian had returned from whatever he had done for the past couple hours. But a golden glow from the fireplace indicated someone had built a fire and I knew who that someone was. Pillows and down-filled comforters covered the floor in front of the hearth. Very inviting indeed. Brian had been a busy boy while I was gone.

White linen draped the table set next to the window. Red roses in perfect bloom filled a low, round vase, contrasting beautifully with the table settings. Fine china, silverware and crystal goblets sparkled in the candlelight. The room invited me in and I glanced around to look for my man.

I laughed out loud when I saw him. In the perfect pose, he lay on the sofa on his side, the fire’s glow flickering over his skin, naked except for a fluffy blanket tossed artfully across his hips and a red rose tucked behind his ear. My golden god.

He patted the empty spot in the curve of his hips.

I slipped onto the space he indicated and whispered into his ear. “So sir, do you have something special on your mind?”

“I sure do.” He pushed his hips forward and his hard cock bumped against me. His fingers walked past the opening of the spa robe I still wore and skimmed across my belly. My emotions were highly charged and it seemed anything could send my blood racing through my veins. On the heels of my erotic feelings lingered the worry about our night spent with Tauni. It sat like a brick in my stomach.

We needed to talk about it. But I didn’t know how to bring it up.

“This is so wonderful, Brian, thank you.” I leaned forward and enjoyed the feel of his lips next to mine. I breathed him in. It would have been so easy to curl up next to him on the couch and lie before the fire wrapped in his arms.

I gently disentangled myself from him, and pushed away. “I would love some wine. The massage was wonderful and I’m completely relaxed, you’ve created a perfect atmosphere to keep me in this lovely mellow place.”

“I know one of your other favorite places and would like to take you there.”

My chest tightened a little, not from the thought of the magical place I know Brian was capable of taking me to, but because of the conversation I knew we had to have.

The wine bottle was at the right temperature for a red, not too warm or too cold. The opener bit into the cork as I wound it down. Normally Brian decanted the wine, but this gave me a chance to gather my thoughts on how to begin
our talk
and to let the ruby nectar breath.

I sighed and gave a last pull to the cork. It popped out and I looked at it critically. The red stain spread up almost half the length. A good vintage. I sniffed it and the deep, full aroma promised a delectable treat. I put the bottle back and let my fingers run down the length of it as I worked up the courage to speak.

“What’s wrong?”

His strong hands spanned my waist and his voice was soft against my ear. I leaned against him absorbing his strength.

“We have to talk.”

He didn’t ask about what. Not surprising since that was his way, he would wait until I spoke.

My fingers spread across the base of one glass, the stem between my ring and middle finger. I pushed it back and forth across the polished wood. Brian’s hand reached around and pressed on mine, stopping my movements.

“It’s hard.”

“What is?”

“To talk about this.”

He didn’t answer and waited. After a moment of silence he filled our glasses, handed me mine and pulled me over to the pillows in front of the fire.

I sank down into the soft pillows and closed my eyes.

“Is it about last night?” He knew me so well. I squished my eyes shut tighter. “Kelly, if you want to talk, let’s talk.”

When I opened my eyes the expression in his was concern. I took a long sip, the wine warmed me inside and the fire outside, but I still felt chilly and shivered a little. I watched him over the rim of the glass.

“I don’t know how…where to start.”

He remained quiet and drank some of his own wine, not letting his gaze leave mine.

“Oh, Brian, I’m so worried.” The words tumbled out in a mess and I thought for sure he must think me a babbling idiot. “What we did, what I did, with Tauni. What does it mean for us? Does it change things? What do you think, how do you feel?” I stopped and took a breath, about to begin the rush of words again.

“Kelly, shh. Why have you got yourself all wound up?” His gaze softened and fixed on my eyes, I melted at his look. “It’s okay.”

“But how can it be okay? I had sex with another person, a woman. Do you feel like I cheated on you?”

He laughed and it hurt my feelings that his reaction was laughter. I stiffened, waiting for I didn’t know what, to come out of his mouth.

“How can you think that you cheated on me? I was there, we were there together enjoying ourselves. We both allowed it and wanted it to happen. Haven’t we talked about this for a long time?”

“Yes, but--”

He pulled me into his arms. “But nothing.”

“But yes, I need to know. How did it make you feel? Watching us, me.” I shivered with the thought of it, almost feeling ashamed, but at the same time excited and wanting it to happen again.

“I loved it.”

I turned to look at his face, in his eyes. “Really? You mean it?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Never.” The word whispered past my lips.

“So then, what is your concern all about?”

“Brian, I love you.” My palm cupped his check and I watched the expression on his face closely. I shushed him with a stroke of my thumb over his lips, I didn’t want him to speak just yet. “Last night I realized something. Our talk of exploring things together in the past led to us being with her last night. I was scared when it began, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.”

I took a long sip of wine and a deep breath. “It was wonderful for me. And I loved that you shared it with me.” How should I say this to him? “I don’t want to not do it again.” My voice had gotten so low I wondered if he heard me.

His fingers tipped my chin, raising my face up to him. “Do you think I won’t still love you if you want to be with a woman again? Or I would love you any less?”

His tenderness made my heart swell, and tears pricked at my eyes. I nodded.

“I love you. We’re in a committed relationship. We have always been adventurous and if this is something you enjoy, then how could I hold it back from you?”

Relief flooded through me. It was going to be okay. I rained mini kisses all across his lips and face. “You are the most special man.”

“Hey.” He laughed and caught my arms behind my back. “Don’t think I won’t be enjoying this new side of you, because I will. What we have together is amazing, but I will enjoy this new adventure as well. In fact, I can’t wait.”

I laughed at him. “Are you being a little bit selfish?”

“Totally!”

Then he pushed me back on the pillows and pinned my arms to my sides as he straddled me. I was trapped under him, at his mercy. I couldn’t move my arms or my body as he slowly pressed me down. It wasn’t often that he restrained me and hampered my movements. He knew I was a bit claustrophobic and it could very easily turn into a bucking bronco match as I tried to free myself, but when he did it right, my passion surprised even me.

My robe was still closed, shielding me from his gaze. I had a wonderful view of his chest and trim waist. Which my fingertips itched to touch. I glanced down his torso and saw something too hard to ignore. His hard and wonderful cock, nestled on my belly in the folds of my terry robe.

A powerful wave of arousal paralyzed me. My eyes closed and I enjoyed the breathtaking quivers that ran through my body, unable to stop a groan from escaping my lips.

Brian chuckled. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

I nodded, still with my eyes closed. “Oh, yes.”

“I’m going to make love to you now.” He didn’t have to tell me his plans, but I liked his voice and the way he talked to me. It made my anticipation all that much sweeter. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you to feel.” His weight shifted and he moved closer to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to touch you, taste you and watch you.” His lips slipped along the edge of my ear as he spoke, his breath warm against my skin.

Tingles of pleasure radiated out across my body. His fingers barely touched my cheek and stroked my ear, but the electricity created by the space fairly crackled. That slight touch set me on fire. My lips ached when he delicately tickled across them. I reached my tongue out to try and capture one between my lips but his palm cupped my jaw and tilted my face to him.

I turned to try again to imprison his thumb in my mouth. His deep and husky chuckle further stirred my passion. “Oh, no. Not yet.” He ran his thumb over my lips again. “You’re not ready yet.”

I ached for him, for his touch on my flesh, his lips on my nipples, his cock inside me spreading me wide and filling me. Trapped under him with my arms caught under his muscular thighs, I couldn’t move. I was helpless.

And that turned me on even more.

I gazed down at his cock again. It was so close to my breasts. I tried to wiggle my shoulders, and encourage the robe to open up. It wouldn’t. All I managed was to make his cock jump and flex in teasing anticipation.

Brian tickled down my neck and pushed one side of the robe open slightly, just enough that I could see the rise of my breast but not the nipple. I wanted to expose myself to him and tried again to encourage the fabric to part. Brian scratched his fingers lightly under the edge, hitting the sensitive tip. A jolt shot through me and I arched my back and pressed against him.

“I want--”

“I know what you want. All in good time.”

Mesmerized, I loved watching him touch me. A sense of loss enveloped me when he moved his hands from stroking me to my sides and grasped hold of the fabric. With excruciating slowness, he pulled the robe apart. Its terry softness rasped against my super sensitive nipples. They sprang to life and puckered into harder peaks. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he pulled more. The valley between my breasts exposed, and then the sides and finally I was bare to both our gazes.

A groan slipped from between my lips as I watched, with no control over how he touched me. This wonderfully erotic experience hummed along my nerve endings, pitching me into hypersensitivity.

“Fuck my tits.” I caught a sense of begging in the tone of my voice, but I didn’t care.

“Just what I had in mind.” Brian pressed my breasts together and slowly pumped back and forth, sliding his cock between the soft flesh. Each time he came dangerously close to my mouth. I reached with my tongue and could barely touch the tip of him.

He stopped.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Patience, pretty girl, patience.”

I was running out of it. I wanted more from him, his hands on me, his cock in me, and his mouth tasting me. Unable to help myself, I squirmed under him, still pinned and I couldn’t move. The panic of being restrained crept in and I closed my eyes to block it out. It would ruin the wonderful sensations Brian had roused in me and I couldn’t let that happen.

“You’re trembling.” His voice was soft next to my ear.

I nodded. “I know.”

“I like that.” Goose bumps popped out on my skin and I felt my nipples tighten into even harder points. I loved it when he talked like that, so simple, yet so erotic. I wanted to touch him now. I didn’t want to be trapped anymore. I wanted to participate.