Sketch (12 page)

“Why are you
all the way over there?” I ask.

We’ve been in the truck for fifteen minutes, and Nina hasn’t made a move to lift up the console and slide over next to me on the bench seat.

“I’m scared I’ll jump you if I come any closer,” she admits. “This is a new kind of turn-on that I haven’t had before, and I’m kind of scared of myself.”

I laugh loudly, pushing my head against the leather of the seat. “C’mere.” I hold my hand out to her and watch as she carefully unbuckles her seatbelt, pulling it away from her chest so that it doesn’t catch on anything, and then scoots over, moving the console up. It feels like a million years from the time she starts until she’s finally sitting next to me.

“You frustrated, babe?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“You have no idea.” She sighs. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to tell me to put these things on, and I always assumed when you told me to do it, you’d be there with me. It took me a while to figure out how to do it, and then I started thinking about you seeing me for the first time, and then I got hot. Then I realized you wouldn’t want me doing anything. Now I feel like I could fuck you for the night and still not have enough, Sketch.”

I put my hand down on her thigh and lazily run my fingertips back and forth against the material of her pants.

“Then I see you,” she continues, swallowing hard, “and you look so good. I haven’t seen you in days, and I’m used to seeing you more than that. Days are so hard to get through. I see you haven’t shaved, you’ve got that couple-of-day-old beard I love, you look tired, but it’s a good tired, it gives your face character, and you’re wearing my favorite shirt. God, the things I could do to you.” She’s grasping the fingers of my hand, trying to bring it between her thighs. “I want you to get me off, just once, right here, right now, but I know it’ll be an even bigger tease, and there’s no way I’ll be okay until we get to the cabin, so please, don’t let me pull your hand to my hot spot.”

She’s got her head tilted back against the seat, and I don’t think she knows it, but she’s pushing her hips up as she speaks. I’ve never seen her this turned on before, and it makes me want to yank the truck over to a secluded area and have my way with her, but she’s right. It will be a tease and neither one of us will be satisfied. I don’t want that tease tonight. Tonight I want her, and when I say I want her, I want her to let every guard down, I want her to let me in where she’s never let me in before. I want her to have trouble walking in the morning; I want to completely own her body. But I only want it because she wants it.

“We’ll be there soon,” I tell her, fighting the pull of her hand the way she told me to. “When we get there, I’ll take care of you.”

“Yeah?” She rolls her head on the seat to stare at me, and I look down. I can see the hard line of her nipples against her sweater, I can see the hardware she’s wearing, and I realize how much I love this woman, how much she trusts me, how blessed I am to have that trust after everything we’ve done to each other. It’s time for me to give her that trust back, and I will. She licks her lips and lets her blue eyes meet mine. “I’ll take care of you too.”

I’ve never been so hard in my life, and I press my foot harder against the gas pedal, praying we don’t run into a cop. I doubt “speeding because I want to be buried balls deep in my wife” is a good excuse, but it’s the only excuse I can come up with. It’s the God’s honest truth.

SKETCH

W
e’re quiet as
we enter the cabin. I think we’re both expecting certain things out of one another, and neither one of us know what’s truly going to transpire.

“I forgot how amazing this place is,” she says as she walks into the living room and looks out the huge glass window. That window slides so that it becomes an open-air cabin. Something we take full advantage of in the summer.

The cabin isn’t that large, but my parents made sure they made the most of their space. The living room is open into a kitchen and dining room. There are two bedrooms on opposite sides with bathrooms attached. We had some wild parties up here in our younger years.

“I know. I forget how often I came up here as a kid. I always forget how peaceful it is,” I tell her as I take our bags into one of the bedrooms and set them on the floor.

Walking back out into the living area, I see that Nina’s no longer there. The window has been opened, and I see her out back on the porch. The back of the house faces the lake, and while there are other cabins around, no one can see onto anyone’s back porch.

“You remember when we came here after we first got married?” she asks as I step out onto the deck.

I smile to myself. Those were good times. We had no expectations of each other, and it was totally us against the world. No one thought that twenty-two-year olds would make it more than a year. “Yeah, I always tried to get you to let me fuck you up against the railing.”

She turns, a mischievous grin on her face, and I watch as she lifts her shirt over her head and off her body. “Come and get me.” She laughs, shrieking as I make a lunge for her.

Nina sidesteps me and squeezes around, back into the cabin, running towards the bedroom. I stalk her as I enter the room, the bed between us. “If you think this bed is going to keep me away from you, you have another fucking thing coming, sweetheart,” I tell her. Hopefully it will be me coming, soon.

I round the bed and advance on her, eating up her sigh with a kiss as I push us onto the mattress. It takes me seconds, but I divest her of her jeans, leaving her in only her bra and panties. My favorite way for her to be as of late.

“I’ve wanted you like this all day,” she tells me, digging her fingers into my hair, pulling my mouth to hers again. This behavior of hers is new. For the longest, Nina’s drive wasn’t on par with mine. It was as if I constantly asked for something that only I wanted. To say it hurt my manhood was an understatement, but now, she wants me just as much as I want her.

I pull my mouth away from hers and kiss my way down to the tops of her breasts before pushing the cups of her bra down. The way her nipples look with those clamps on them up close will forever be ingrained in my memory. I decide right then and there that I want her to get them pierced.
“Shit,”
I hiss. “That is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The pink bud is held stiff between the clamp, engorged, the skin tight. I lean in and run my tongue along the tip.

“Sketch,” she breathes heavily, pushing her hips up against me.

“Stay still,” I tell her as I lean back in and use the flat of my tongue this time, wetting the skin, taking part of the clamp into my mouth as I suck. I use my hand on her other nipple, thumbing the exposed tip as I continue to suck on the other one.

“I can’t.” She’s panting now, her breath coming in harsh gasps.

I pull back slightly. “Tell me, how does it feel?”

Her hands are on me, and then they are on her body, moving up and into her hair. She’s writhing as I use my weight to hold her down. She’s fighting my mouth as I resist her movement and keep up with her.

“It’s such a turn on; the ends are so fucking sensitive. I feel like I could come if you keep doing that and nothing else,” she whimpers now. “I can’t get close enough.” She hooks her legs around my waist, pushing herself against me, grinding hard against my stomach, leaving a trail of wetness that tells me just how much she’s enjoying herself.

“You want this one?” I ask her, knowing this is going to be a long night. “I’ve kept you on edge most of the day; do you want this
one
?”

“I do.” She moves her hands from her hair down to my shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle there. “I’m so hot, so horny.”

“Do you feel like a dirty girl?” I question as I use one hand to loosen the clamp on one of her nipples. “You’ve had these on, out in public, you’ve been turned on all day, knowing we’re going to come here and do nothing but fuck. How does that make you feel?”

She licks her lips, biting her full bottom one as I remove the clamp. “Oh God.” She squirms against me as I put my mouth over it and soothe the burn with my tongue. At the same time I push two fingers inside of her wet heat, groaning as she grips me tightly.

“They make me feel on fire, like my body is on fire.”

Nina is detonating in my arms, screaming, grabbing my hair, pulling my fingers deeper into her cunt. Her body strings tight, and then it loosens as she takes a deep breath.

“Too quick,” she complains, already pumping against my finger, slowly.

I lean up, kissing her on the neck. “Then let’s try it again.”

SKETCH

N
ina is pumping
slowly against my fingers, almost as if the sensation is too much for her to take. “Sketch, I can’t,” she moans, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Let me play?” she asks, a smirk on her face.

Fuck yeah!
My brain and body are completely on board with that idea. “What do you want me to do, babe? I am yours to do with whatever you want.”

She stands up and faces the bed. “Lie back down and enjoy yourself.”

I situate myself so that I’m lying against the pillows, arms at my sides, waiting to see what she’s going to do.

“Is this all for me?” She eyes the length of my cock as she climbs onto the bed on her knees, crawling up to where I am.

“All for you,” I tell her, letting her know that being with her does this to me. I grasp the sheets in my fists, waiting, dying to know what she’s going to do.

“Thank you,” she whispers, grasping my swollen shaft in her hand, pumping the length once before pushing the head into her mouth.

The sensation causes me to bump my hips up against her. “Damn, baby,” I hiss between clenched teeth as she uses her tongue to lick along the underside, circling around the tip in a full stroke.

Saliva gathers in her mouth, and she bathes me with it, using it to allow her to take me deeper. There’s a small amount she can’t take, and she uses her hand to stroke it in a steady rhythm. The tip of me hits the top of her mouth, and I groan at the touch, pushing my hips towards her, and then backing them away.

“Look at me.” I breathe roughly through my nose. I want her to know who she’s doing this to; I want her to see on my face what she’s doing to me. Not removing her mouth from me, she flips her eyes up to my face. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen as she sucks against my cock so hard it hollows out her cheeks. “
Fuck yes
.” I tilt my head back, arching off the bed, shoving myself deeper.

I feel the back of her throat, and I can’t hold back anymore. I remove my hands from the death grip I’ve had on the sheets and shove my fingers through her hair, grasping the back of her head and pushing her down harder on my length. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Take it fucking deep, let me feel it.”

I know this is turning her on because I feel the enthusiasm she uses to swallow my cock. Her eyes have tears at the corners, but she’s going at me like I’m a Popsicle on a hot day. I shove further into her and then withdraw, groaning at the suction she gives, before pushing back in. Her one hand is still jacking me off while her other hand is cupping my balls, squeezing slightly.

“Take it.” I breathe harshly. “Get me all wet and let me down that fucking gorgeous throat,” I tell her, grasping her hair tightly and using both hands to push her down as I push up. Her throat gives way, and she swallows against me—that’s all I need to detonate. I spill down her throat, fucking her mouth like I fuck her pussy.

“Holy Jesus,” I pant as she lets me go from her mouth, glancing up at me underneath those eyelashes, a smug smirk on her face.

She wipes her mouth as she rubs against her eyes, smudging the eyeliner she was wearing even more. I’m dripping against my stomach, and I can only think of one thing. Coming again. I grasp her around the thighs and pull her over my cock, still hard, still wanting more.

“Oh shit,” she breathes as I bring her down on top of me.

She’s wet, wetter than I’ve ever felt her. Doing that to me did this to her. I bring my hand down between us and watch as she brings her own hands up to the one clamp that’s still on her nipple. She pulls her lips between her teeth as she works her hips against me, taking the clamp off. I know immediately when the blood flow starts; she hisses and brings her thumb to her nub and flicks it hard against the sensitive skin.

I am biting my own lip to keep from coming again, but I want this, fucking need it. There’s so much that we’ve held back from each other, and I feel like this is us not holding back. This is us being exactly who we’ve always meant to be. This is the new and improved us, and I want us to give this to each other.

“Fuck me, Sketch,” she hisses. “Stop holding back and go at me.”

I don’t realize I’m doing it, but she’s right. With a strength I didn’t know I had left, I flip us over so that I’m on top, push her thighs up, and grasp the headboard. With that leverage I fuck her like I’ve never fucked her. I am a machine as I push in, pull out, push in, pull out. Her nails are digging into my chest, her fingers stop at my own nipple rings, pulling roughly on them, and she’s got her legs wrapped around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. I take, I take everything I’ve wanted to take and I don’t give a shit. This is about pleasure. This is about getting off, pure and simple.

When my release hits me, it’s like a freight train, and I can hear Nina letting go too. I let myself fall from where I’ve been gripping the headboard as if my life depended on it, down to her, grasping her hands in mine. I entwine our fingers and ride out the last waves of the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

“I love you,” I tell her, my voice gravel.

She pushes her head back against the pillow, pushes up against me slightly, and moans. “Oh my God, I love you too.”

We’re quiet for a little while until I hear her giggle. “Sketch?”

“Yeah.” I’m wiping the sweat off my face, trying to keep my thighs from shaking.