Satisfaction Guaranteed (30 page)

He winced. "In a word, yes."

She moved forward until her body brushed against his, their not quite joined hands in between them. She laid her head on his shoulder and said, "It would have been nice if you'd told me about your master plan and why it was so important to you."

Gage touched her waist with his free hand, holding her lightly. "I screwed up, Emma. I never meant to hurt you, and I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"I'm sorry, too," she said softly. "We didn't talk enough, drifted away from each other, and I let it happen. I should have confronted you, told you I wasn't happy with the demands your career was putting on you and the lack of time and energy it left over for us." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and sighed.

"We're talking now."

"Yes, we are." Emma smiled into his shoulder. "Better late than never. Speaking of which, tell me why you brought up having kids now."

"I didn't bring it up as a way to try to save our marriage by having a baby, if that's what you're thinking," Gage said. "I wanted you to know why I've been working so hard, why I've been away so much, and that it won't be like that anymore."

She rested against him and tried to take it all in. Could he be different? He was here with her now, not away on business. He'd gone to some effort to arrange this reunion and to give them time and privacy in a neutral, romantic setting to reconnect, physically and emotionally. That was telling. But it wasn't enough for him to change. She had to be different, too. Could she break out of old patterns of behavior and old habits of thinking?

Wearing crotchless panties and walking around with pleasure balls inserted inside her, giving her an internal vibrating massage that had her body humming, that was a good start. So was speaking up, being honest, telling Gage how she felt and what she wanted.

"You said something last night," Emma said. "About me having submissive tendencies and playing sexy games."

"I did." His hand traveled up from her waist to brush the side of her breast. "It's in my nature to be dominant, but that doesn't have to mean dominating in the wrong ways. I can see the damage I did by acting without discussing my plans or priorities with you. I think those tendencies can be channeled in a different direction, with more mutually pleasurable results."

"Like telling me to spread my legs whenever you want me to." Which, she'd discovered in no time flat, was a huge turn-on.

And maybe the start of a new way to live together again, this time making it work in a way that made them both happy. Broken patterns discarded. New ones established. Re-creating themselves and the life they shared, in a marriage that would serve who they were now and allow them to continue to grow together with a love that had deepened over time.

It was certainly worth trying. She'd wanted to find out what she really needed in bed. She hadn't wanted to feel like a sexual failure who couldn't hold her husband's attention. Here was her golden opportunity to explore the realm of sensual possibilities, not with a stranger, but with the man who loved her.

"I didn't think there was anything wrong with our sex life before," Gage said. "But I have to admit, doing a little thinking and researching the possibilities has made me see that we both might enjoy a little variety. It might also allow us to better express who we are in ways that better serve our mutual goals."

"Mutual goals." Emma smiled and shook her head. "It's not business, Gage."

"No. It's pleasure." His hand moved on her breast, and she shivered. The movement made the balls inside her shift, and she almost moaned. "Something I very much want to give you, Emma."

"You always have," she reminded him. "I didn't know how lucky I was, the first time."

"I love you." He kissed her forehead. "I wanted to make it good for you, then and now and always. I knew exactly how lucky I was when you said yes to me."

"I love you, too." She felt her nipples hardening and tightened her inner muscles, making the balls shift and vibrate
again. "Your present is really growing on me. Unusual, unexpected, but very enjoyable."

"The open-concept underwear? Or the balls vibrating inside you?" Gage asked.

"I meant the balls, but both, really." She tipped up her head to brush her lips against his. "I kind of like knowing you could do anything to me under this dress, without taking anything off. For some reason, being naked under my clothes is a lot more interesting than just naked."

"I like knowing I could do anything to you without removing any of your clothes, too." Gage let his hand rove down to her hip, then began to bunch up the fabric of her dress until he could reach under the hem. His fingers stroked her mons. "Open your legs for me, Emma. I want to touch you."

She shifted her feet apart and closed her eyes to focus on the sensation as his fingers caressed her, circled her clit, stroked over it, and provided a very enjoyable external counterpart to the vibrating massage inside.

"You feel so slick and soft there, Emma." He probed at her opening, slid a finger along her labia. "So very touchable. So inviting. Such a perfect fit for my cock."

Her inner muscles tightened again in response to his verbal seduction, and she moaned in pleasure.

"You're going to do a lot of that," he promised. "I'm going to make you sigh and moan, and I'm going to make you come, over and over."

She didn't think that would be difficult at all. She was fully aroused, stimulated from the inside and the outside simultaneously.

"Gage . . ."

"Yes, Emma?"

"Why didn't you ever suggest anything different before? You never brought home a sex toy or asked me to wear crotchless panties or meet you at a hotel blindfolded and wearing nothing but lingerie under my coat." It was hard to think with his hand on her sex and his present massaging the inside of her sheath. Harder to talk. But if he had these kinds of ideas, why hadn't she seen any hint of them before?

"Until I overheard you at your office talking about signing up to be held captive as a man's sexual plaything so you could explore the possibilities, I never thought you'd want anything like this." Gage pinched her clit very gently, and Emma sucked in her breath at the exquisite pressure. She tightened her inner muscles again to intensify her pleasure, and her knees threatened to buckle.

"Maybe we were both trapped by my good-girl role," Emma said. Her voice came out a little breathy, but at least she wasn't panting and moaning. Yet. "Be honest. If you thought I was a naughty nympho, would you have spent so much time dedicated to your plan and your goals, or would you have spent a little more time playing bedroom games with me?"

"I never thought of it as trapped." He released her clit and stroked her labia with slow deliberation, tantalizing her. "But I admit, if I'd been at the office thinking of you walking around the house wearing crotchless panties with a pair of pleasure balls warming you up for me, it would have been a lot harder to stay late instead of going home."

And now he wanted to show her what kind of husband he could be in the future. What kind of lover. She was very much interested in experiencing that. It was also time for
her to find out what kind of wife and lover she could be to him.

"Make it up to me," she suggested. "Show me how you can use your dominating tendencies for good."

He loosened his grip on her and looked down at her. "Unbutton your dress from the hem up to your waist."

Emma bent and began to undo the buttons. They were small and there were a lot of them, so it took a few minutes. She did the last few standing upright, slowing down as she undid the buttons that covered her pelvic region until she reached the one just above her naval and stopped.

"Very good. Now spread the sides apart."

She did, showing off her barely there underwear in the process.

"And now, Emma, I want you to stand with your feet apart."

Making a mental note to buy more dresses with buttons, Emma moved her feet apart and felt the vibration inside her mix with anticipation.

Gage stood back to look at the picture she made, then walked around to stand behind her. He put a hand over her mons, and she rocked her pelvis forward to press her sex into his palm.

"Did you like it when I ordered you to undo your dress so I could see your pussy, Emma?" His voice was low and seductive as he spoke near her ear.

"Yes."

"Do you like me touching your pussy, too?" He separated her labia and inserted his fingertip just inside her.

"Yes." She had to swallow before she could answer.

He toyed with her, sliding his fingertip back out,
stroking and petting her sex. His free hand touched her side and moved up her rib cage until he just touched the beginning swell of her breast. She felt her breath catch and her belly flutter.

Gage moved his hands simultaneously up and down her body until they met at her waist and began to finish the job of unbuttoning her, slowly, one button at a time, his hands brushing her breasts in a tantalizing almost caress. When he finished, he slid her open dress off her shoulders, leaving her in the lacy underwear he'd selected for her that left nothing to the imagination.

He ran his hands over her breasts, exploring the curves and the valley between, rubbing his palms over her nipples while she sighed and luxuriated in the pleasure of his touch. "This seems a little tight," he murmured. His hands moved to her back, where he undid the hooks.

Once he had her bra unfastened, he peeled that off her, too. She heard him open something behind her, and then he brought a small open jar around in front of her. He waved it under her nose, and she inhaled a familiar scent.

"What's that?" Emma asked.

"Taste and see."

He dipped his fingertip in the jar's contents and spread the silky cream along her lower lip first, then her upper. She felt them react, puffing slightly. She licked her lip and smiled at what seemed to be the trademark of their wicked weekend. "Strawberry."

It tasted good, and it made her lips feel kiss-swollen and pleasantly tingly. Gage spread the cream over her nipples, and Emma gasped as it magnified every sensation. She felt
them swelling and hardening as they reacted to the balm. "That's interesting," she said in a hoarse voice.

Gage set aside the jar, recapped it, and came around to face her. "Walk to the bedroom for me, Emma. Feel those balls moving and massaging inside you as you walk. Feel your lips and nipples tingling, and think about what else I'm going to do to you when I get you on that bed."

She could so easily imagine what he might have planned for her. He'd close his mouth over her nipples to enjoy a strawberry-flavored treat. The light suction combined with wet heat on that sensitive part of her, already swollen and stimulated by the silky cream, would make her groan with pleasure. He'd use his hands on her sex, touching and testing, searching out the nub of her clitoris to stroke and rub it while she squeezed her inner muscles around the balls.

And when he removed them, they'd stimulate her all the way out before he filled her with himself. His cock would be hard and ready, and she'd be so prepared that he'd slide into her with no resistance at all. . . .

She was breathing faster, and the bed seemed very, very far away.

Emma walked to the bedroom, feeling as if every step were foreplay. Her nipples throbbed, her lips felt unbelievably sensitive, and the shifting vibrations inside her were enough to make her unsteady. Would she be able to make it to the bed?

"Nice ass, Emma," she heard Gage say behind her. Knowing he was watching her walk as he followed her added another level of stimulation. "I loved bouncing it on my lap last night while I fucked you."

She stumbled and he caught her arm, steadying her. He smoothed a fall of strawberry blond hair back from her face. "I missed fucking you, Emma. You missed it, too, didn't you?"

"Yes."

He kept a light hold on her arm in case she needed the support as they continued forward. Almost there. She went ahead of him through the doorway and stopped when they reached the bed.

"Now I want you on the bed." Gage let go of her and watched as she sat down. "Scoot forward a little and spread your legs."

Emma shifted so that she sat with her sex at the edge of the mattress and opened her thighs.

"You look delicious sitting there with your nipples so hard and rosy, showing me your pussy." Gage was stripping as he talked, and Emma watched him, loving the sight of his bare chest, his flat stomach, lean hips, muscled legs. When he pulled down his briefs, she looked at his jutting erection and licked her lips once more.

"Want a taste, Emma?" Gage stepped forward, naked, and circled the base of his cock with his hand. He wove his fingers into her hair and guided her head down as he fed her the swollen head of his penis. She circled him with her tongue and felt him grow even harder, felt the silky cream slicked over her lips heighten the experience of his warm flesh sliding between them.

"That's enough." He pulled out of her mouth and knelt on the floor between her spread legs. "My turn."

She shut her eyes as he closed his mouth over her clit and let her head fall back, giving herself up to the pleasure of the moment.