The Anniversary Gift (Re-Connections) (8 page)

Swerving into the parking area, I see him first, standing at the rear of his truck, phone to his ear. When he sees me, he breaks into a huge smile and a moment later lowers the phone, glancing purposefully at his imaginary watch.

Smiling, I pull into one of the many
empty spaces, jump out of the car and bound into his waiting arms. I giggle, knowing I’m the one who is tardy, relishing in the fact that he is early and more than anything, I’m simply glad to see him again.

He lowers me to the ground slowly, allowing my body to move full length down his and by the time my feet hit the ground, I’m breathl
ess. He lowers his lips to mine.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi,” he replies and lowers his head to kiss me again.

Relu
ctantly he releases me, steps back and glances around and then down at his obvious erection.

“I’m really happy to see you
.” He laughs.

I laugh too.
“I can see that.” 

“Ready for an advent
ure?” he asks. I nod my head a vigorous yes. Digging around in the back of his truck, he pulls out a large basket and then another large drawstring backpack and throws it over his shoulder.

“Impressive,” I say with a lift of my brow, very glad I decided to trust him.
He takes my hand and we’re off, heading toward the falls.

On the hike, we talk about our day and I’m thrilled when he listens to mine attentively.
I share with him, for the first time, the fantasy I had about my bitch boss, Laura, and his jaw drops with disbelief.

I laugh, unders
tanding completely his shock. I’m still filled with surprise that I fantasized about her too. “Don’t worry,” I assure him. “There is no way, no how, no possibility of …” I can’t finish the sentence and shudder at the thought of her anywhere near our bed.

We continue on the
trail, and a moment later Ethan is laughing. I look at him quizzically and he says, “We’d have to trade in the flogger for whips and chains if your big bad boss were to join us.”

“I know, right!” I agree.

He grabs a thin switch off of a nearby tree and starts flicking it at me, smacking my bottom as I twirl around and around, and side to side.
“Do this, do that,” he mimics Laura, understanding her micro-management and bitchy ways.

“You know she
would have you bent over, strap-on in place, trying to have her way with you,” I laugh.

He stills, and grimaces with an “I don’t think so” look on his face.

I laugh again, and he joins me as I grab my own stick and start poking him on the butt. He grabs me around my waist, swinging me around and then holds me tight against him.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” I return.

With a kiss, I’m back on my feet and we’re standing on the trail, gazing at each other, delighting in the fun we are having together.

“Let’s go.” He takes off, dragging me behind him.

“Who
is
your pick?” he asks and brings my hand up to his lips for a kiss.

I stop and he turns to me, gazing down into my uncertain eyes.

“You are running out of time to choose,” he reminds me.

“I know, and I’ve look
ed at all the women in my life. I’ve looked at strangers and was even tempted to go to a strip club to see if hiring someone would be a possibility.”

His jaw drops and I laugh.

“I didn’t, but I considered it, thinking it might be better to get someone more experienced to guide the way.”

We are silent for a few moments and then I can’t hold it in any longer. 
“Rebecca,” I blurt out and then glance up at him through my lashes.

He inhales deeply and then simply says
, “Does she know?”

“
Not exactly. She knows that the date is Friday, and she said she would make herself available if we call.”

“What does Jake think about all of this?”

“They apparently have a very open relationship, and he doesn’t mind sharing. Rebecca hinted that
he
might like to be with
me
one day.”

“No
… way … in … hell,” he replies.

I tilt my head in a ‘
Really? Isn’t that ironic?’ kind of way.

“I find myself unwilling to share you,” he explains.

“Only with another man?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he says
, looking up at the sky through the trees. “I’m at war here. I’m a guy, and I’ve had a fantasy about a threesome since I was thirteen years old. I can see it happening so vividly, you on your back with her between your legs while I’m moving inside of her and watching your face twist and turn in ecstasy.”

As he is talking, he is backing me up
until I’m bumping into a tree. He lowers his face to within inches of mine.

“Would you like that?
Would you like Rebecca to be sucking you, licking your clit, moving her fingers inside you, moving in and out by the force of my thrusts behind her? Would you like to open your eyes, and see me watching you?”

My breathing stops as he lowers his mouth more fully and licks my parted lips.

“She would lick you like that.” He licks my lips again.

“She would be inside of you like this.”
He penetrates my mouth with his tongue.

“She would love the taste of you
, and I’d have to pull her away so I could have my turn.”

Everything insi
de of me liquefies, as his lips traces a line up to my ear.

“While
I’m tasting you, with my tongue penetrating where her tongue had been …” He pauses as he inserts his tongue into my ear. I groan and he whispers, “You come. Hard. And your body shakes with your desire.”

I groan again and arch my back until my breasts are pushing into his chest.
I can see it, feel it, the three of us together, moving sensually on top of and around each other in a beautiful unison.

“Yes, I want that too
.” I sense Ethan smile against my neck.

He takes one step back, and then another, reaching out his hand to take mine.
He pulls me to him. “We shall see,” he says and then leads me further along the path.

Half an hour later, we reach the
falls, take off our shoes and wade into the water in the center of this beautiful and majestic world. It’s freezing, icy cold and I can’t imagine anyone swimming here. Only able to stand the temperature a few moments, I move over to a rock to sun myself and warm up from the extreme intensity of the cold, and the extreme intensity of my thoughts. That moment by the tree was so erotic. I realize that I would agree to almost anything he asks, anything at all.

Ethan
wades out a few minutes later and begins to unpack our dinner, spreading the remembered blanket into the middle of the high green grass, and starts taking various food items out of the basket.

I wander over to help
, and we soon have a picnic fit for a king.

Wine, cheese, a variety of breads and sandwich items
. Potato salad, fruit and chocolate cake for dessert.

As he uncorks the wine, I assemble our sandwiches and we are soon enjoying the food and each other.
He brings a strawberry up to my lips, I take a bite and then watch him move closer to me, closer still, and he licks the stray juice from my lower lip.

Oh my.
How very sensual, and my fingers move up to the place where his tongue had been. He grins at me, a small lopsided grin, and I feel my breathing grow shallow.

Picking up another berry,
this time he dips it into his wine and once again brings it to my lips. I bite into the juicy flesh and enjoy the combination of the fruit and wine. I lean forward, inviting his tongue onto my mouth. He grins and slowly licks my lips again. My belly is seized with desire.

I lean into him further, pressing my lips to his, feeling my body warm and weaken with my need to show him my love.

He presses me back onto the blanket, and I resist a bit, worried that someone might see.

“
Ssshhh,” he soothes me, “no one is here, we’re totally alone.” His lips lower back down to find mine. As I wrap my arms around his neck, I feel drops of wetness hit my skin. Just a few, then more and I realize Ethan is feeling them too.

We both look up to the sky and sure enough, thick clouds are releasing their pent up moisture
rapidly down upon us.

“Oh no,”
Ethan groans, looking back down at me.

My only response is to pull his head back down, and kiss him once again.

I’ve always imagined making love in the rain, and never had the opportunity, or the guts to try it. As the rain grows harder, I realize that my position may create a hazard for my health. Rain is dropping onto my face, into my eyes and up and into my nose. Sputtering, I struggle to sit up and laugh as my fantasy nearly drowns me.

“We should go,”
Ethan says, but I only shake my head, I don’t want to leave.

Up on my knees
, I move over to him and place my hands on his face. I straddle his sitting position and move my lips to his.

“Make love to me, here, in the rain,”
I whisper against his lips. His arms slip around me, and his loud groan and deepening kiss are all the answer that I need.

Moving back, I unbutton his shorts and pull them down his legs.
I stand and look around, making sure no one has arrived, and then lower my own shorts and panties to the ground. Back onto my knees, the rain is pouring down on me, and my heart is racing at how brazen and erotic I feel.

We’re soaking wet, the rain coming down hard, and it’s very cool on our very warm flesh.
As I gaze at my husband, sitting, watching, waiting for me patiently, I fall in love with him all over again.

Leaning forward, my lips touch his
, and I feel his hands move up my legs and around to my bottom, kneading the soft flesh there. Our tongues move together and the wetness of our mouths combine with the wetness of the rain and the slow dance of our tongue is like a sensuous ballet.

I feel
Ethan’s erection jump and stir between my legs. I need him, need him badly, and I slide back just a few inches and watch the rain fall down on his body. A steam has begun to surround us, as coolness meets the warmth of our skin. I feel cocooned in the embrace of nature.

I raise my gaze to his, green eyes to blue, and the
love we feel for each other is like a ray of sun in the haze. Inching forward again, I press my lips to his and align myself over him, feeling the head of his arousal meet my flesh.

I hover over him like that, my hands on the side of his fac
e, my mouth over his mouth, reveling in the combination of cold and warmth. As I sink down onto him, my eyes close and my head rolls on my shoulders as the pureness of this sensation leaves me moaning.

He crushes me to him,
pushing me further down onto his length and holds me tightly in that position. I’m filled up, pure heat between my legs, and he calls out my name as the rawness we both feel consumes us both.

“Kate, my Kate, my love, my life
.” He repeats these words over and over as he continues to hold me tightly impaled upon him.

I need to move, need to rock, need to
lift up and down but his strong arms around me keeps me still.

“Please,” I beg,
as I try to wriggle and find some friction.

His hands move down to my hips, his thumbs press in and he lifts me up
, generating the pleasure I so urgently need. Suddenly, he presses me down hard and slams into my core. And holds me still again. My head rolls back from the pleasure, the torment of not moving.

Slowly, he lifts me again,
this time allowing me to choose the rhythm. I begin to gently rise and fall. My hands are in his hair, we’re looking into each other’s eyes, and I watch the rain stream down his beautiful face. I lean in and lick the water away, allowing it to stream onto my tongue. I’m deeply moved by the beauty of what we are doing, my throat tightens and the desperate love I feel for this man causes me to succumb to tears.

I allow the tears to mix with the rain, not caring that they roll down my face.

“I love you,”
he says, each syllable uttered with each descent of my body onto his. “I love you with all my heart.

Seven beautiful movements in cadence to the s
even beautiful words. This has to be one of the most intimate moments of my life.

I quicken and feel a stirring inside of me,
the familiar build up that signals I’m close to orgasm. Building, tensing, holding, clenching desire is burning up inside of me as I move up and down so slowly on his hard flesh.

A rumble of thunder startles me
, and I gasp in surprise and alarm. The sky has darkened further, and the wind is picking up speed. I pick up my own pace as well.