Zeke's Surprise_ARE (2 page)

A shrug wasn’t her normal answer, but he didn’t rush her. Instead, he lowered his body to warm her, protect her, keep her safe while she organized her thoughts.

“Love knowing that I…earned them, I guess. Though, I’m not sure that’s really what I did. What happened was just that. You were going to give them, no matter if I wanted them or not. So earned implies I did a lot more than I really did.”

Zeke pulled out, rolled his wife over, and sank back inside her tight heat. He had to see her, face her, love her, share with her, eye-to-eye, when it came to things so important. “You’ve earned it. More than earned it. That you think about it that way completely shuts me down.”

Her hands slid up his sides, clasping behind his back. “But I didn’t do anything. I just took what you needed to give me.”

“Which makes you a bigger badass than I could ever be.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile, making him growl. He caught her chin and steadied her face until she stared up at him. She saw something she liked, if her pussy squeezing him twice was any indication. “You have all the power between us. You know that right?”

“I have some I think, but certainly not—”

“All of it. You have one word that would shut the entire scene down. Two syllables and everything stops, no questions asked. What’s the word?”

“Ahoy,” she answered on a whisper.

His lips met hers. He couldn’t
not
kiss her. Not then. Not when her lush lips puckered on her safe word. After several minutes, he breathed her in and continued. “Exactly. One word. That’s it. You have all the power, my wife. All of it. Don’t for a second think I surpass you in any way. First, because it’s untrue. Second, because it pisses me off that you would think you’re less than me in any way. And three, please refer back to number two.”

“But I’ve already told you, there won’t ever be a no from me. Not between us. I’ve given up my power to you, my husband. As I’ve always wanted to.”

The sight she presented him with as he stared down at her made his cock jerk. Her humble submission rocked him to the very core of his belief system. Belief in them, their new found kink relationship, their marriage, in himself.

That last one shocked him so hard that he tucked his face into the crook of Aslan’s throat.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and the scent of her pussy reached him.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“What?” she asked as she rotated her pelvis around on each stroke.

“We smell dirty. Filthy. I can smell our cum.”

“Best smell in the world,” she whispered next to his ear as her sex fluttered around his shaft.

Speeding up, pleasure raced to the top of his head. He wanted to feel her come. He needed it like he needed air. She was some kind of unique element called life, that scientists hadn’t identified yet. What she gave him was so precious he didn’t know how to process it sometimes.

Holding her close, buried inside her? That was definitely one of those moments.

Her complete surrender to him, to them, blew him away.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered on a low moan and then her limbs tightened all around him.

“That’s it, my wife. Come on me. So…fucking…tight,” he bit out as he forced his way through the tight glove of the muscles in her pussy.

Aslan’s teeth clamped together and she turned her head to the side.

He bit her on the shoulder. Again. On the one he could reach. Happened to be the one he’d bitten earlier in her office. Fuck. So tasty.

Her back arched off the bed and he held her down. That little show of force on his part sent pleasure shooting down his spine.

Sensations tightened his balls and an orgasm ignited along his shaft. Short bursts of pleasure wracked his body as his cock jerked inside her.

Inside her.

Bare.

No matter how many times he filled her with his come—no matter how many years he’d been able to fuck her with no barriers—he would never get over the perfection of that moment.

The way her pussy tightened and released.

How hot she was inside the slick channel of her sex.

Each jerk of her body when he gave her more of his cum.

Nothing would ever compare to the rightness of the way their bodies fit together or the way she clung to him, trusting him to make sure she survived the fire burning inside each of them.

He licked her throat as he pumped his hips, making sure every drop of cum had the chance to touch her. To be one with her and mingle with her juicy pussy as she groaned again. “I can’t stop coming. Every time you jerk, my whole body gets hot again. Fuck. You turn me on.”

“Your body.” He hung his head and tried to stay conscious. “You destroy me when you let me take you like I want to. Like I need to. I keep thinking you’re just some amazing dream.”

“I’m a real girl. Like Pinocchio, but hopefully way cuter!” Then she laughed. A giggle that sounded like fairies and Christmas magic.

“Way cuter.” His words slurred together as she pulled him closer and he stopped trying to fight it. Settling on top of her sucked him down into the most blissful post-orgasmic state.

The world faded to black, and he came awake again with a jolt. “Fuck. How long was I out?” He lifted himself off and collapsed next to her.

She yawned and stretched, tucking her hands beneath her chin as she rolled to the side to stare at him. “Only a couple minutes. I wasn’t near done with you on top of me.”

Brushing hair from her brow, he stared at her rosy cheeks and small grin. “I’m too heavy to be on top of you. I’ll squish you.”

“No you won’t. I’ve told you this before. Your weight is nice on me. Comforting. Like my favorite blanket, but twice as delicious.”

“None of your blankets weigh a hundred and eighty pounds.”

“None of my blankets passed out on me because they came so hard they couldn’t stay conscious.” Her grin lifted her lips off her teeth and she giggled again.

“Is that smugness I hear in your voice?” He couldn’t help but chuckle along with her.

“Maybe,” she sort of admitted as she kissed his shoulder before getting up from bed. “Wanna shower with me? I’m sleepy and want to go to bed curled up next to you.”

Forcing himself out of bed, he stepped into the bathroom after her.

His marks were still on her ass. So. Fucking. Sexy.

“I’ll wash your back, if you wash mine.”

“Deal.”

Not too long later, clean and dry, they climbed back into bed, this time under the covers.

“And I don’t want any, Zeke,” Aslan said out of nowhere and followed it up with a yawn.

He flipped the light off, tucked her into his side and relaxed beneath the covers. Tomorrow was another day and they’d kick its ass together. “Don’t want what?”

“Ointment.” Her breath whispered across his chest and then she kissed his skin. “I don’t want your marks to fade. Not at all. I want them as long as I can. They make me feel…”

Zeke rubbed her shoulder and closed his eyes. “Feel?”

“I was going to say ‘safe’ but I don’t think that’s exactly right. Free. Mmmm. I like that one.” Snuggling into him, she sank against his side. “Night, my husband.”

Wrecked. Several sentences were all she had to speak and they left him utterly speechless. Humbled even. “Good night, my Aslan.”

A soft sigh reached his ears and she slipped into sleep. It never took her very long to fall asleep but tonight was even quicker than normal.

Zeke breathed her in, thinking about the mind-blowing ways he’d taken his wife in the last few hours. Luckiest man ever. He needed that on a placard on his desk or on a T-shirt he could wear.

His thoughts drifted to the phone call he’d made earlier and the plans he set into motion for what he hoped would be the holiday weekend coming up in a few short weeks.

A third.

He was bringing in a third to fuck his wife.

The fantasy bled into his dreams.

Good thing his wife was there next to him in the middle of the night.

He needed her.

Several times before dawn.

“Hey, would you mind meeting me down in the engine room in about ten minutes?” Zeke tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he surveyed the things he had laid out on his office desk. Picking up one of the items, he placed it in the duffle bag he had sitting on the corner.

“How about fifteen? My numbers aren’t matching in my labor category and I’d really like to get it finished before I walk away. It’s like finding a needle in a hay stack, I swear.”

Zeke smiled. “Deal.”

“And what are we doing down there? I don’t really want to get dirty, even if it is Saturday. And even if you told me to wear not-so-great clothes, I still wore my cute new flip-flops with the elephants on them.”

“You and your flip-flops.”

“You love them.”

He picked up something else and then sat it back down. “How do you figure that?”

He listened to her click away on her computer. She never slowed down as she ticked off reasons. “They don’t take up a lot of room, I have them in every color of the rainbow—which delights me—, I can add little pretty extras to some of them with the holes in the strap—”

“Don’t you mean
I
can add them?”

“Semantics. I don’t have enough haunch or hands to get them in there.”

“Which means I add them.”

More clicking, along with her laugh. “Okay, you get full credit for prettifying my flip-flops. So see? You love them!”

“They aren’t very good foot protection on a job site, though.”

She stopped typing. “Are the engines already installed?”

“Yes.”

The typing started again. “See. Then the flip-flops are just fine. How could you have ever doubted the awesomeness that is the flip-flops?”

Zeke rolled his eyes and put something else in his bag. “Beats me, my silly wife. Fifteen minutes, not a moment later.”

“Kay.”

“Aslan…”

“I hear you, I hear you. The longer you keep me on the phone, the higher the probability I won’t get this done in time. And you still didn’t tell me what we are meeting down there for anyways. It’s the weekend and nobody else is here from that crew until Monday because they were ahead of schedule. Amazingly so. As in, first ever.”

He paused for a second, looking at his desk and what he’d already put in the bag. The thought of actually telling her crossed his mind, but he wanted it to be a surprise. All of it. It had taken him nearly two weeks of prep and planning to make today possible and he wanted to blow her mind. “I’m going over some of the checklists.” Not a lie. “Wanted your input on one of the ones I’ve been staring at for a while. Think I found the problem.” Again, not a lie. “Figured today was a good day, since we won’t be distracted by fourteen other things, especially with the crew gone for the next couple days. Ahead of schedule.”

Took him the full two weeks to get his sub-contractor in gear and ahead of schedule to clear that section of the deck for this weekend.

Thankfully, it hadn’t taken him much convincing to get Aslan in the car to go to work for a few hours. She could always find something to finish.

He had things to do, too.

They just didn’t happen to be work related.

His wife’s happy voice in his ear brought him back to the here and now. “Ahead of schedule, fuck,” she laughed. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m sure I can do better than that in the engine room.” Totally not a lie.

“Yes!” she yelled, as if she were coming. Then a long sigh filtered through the phone connection, along with her click clacking on her keyboard. “Now I’m going to have to mop off my office chair. Hmm…” She paused again. “Maybe not. A matching pair with my desk from a couple weeks ago and now my chair has a certain appeal to it, don’t you think?”

Grrrr…

Stifling his growl wasn’t something he was prepared to do.

Another sigh reached him, but this one was real. “I love it when you growl, Zeke. It’s so…delicious.”

“I’m going to do a bit more than growl if you’re not downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

“Eeek. Okay, okay, I’m hurrying. Love you. Bye!”

She was gone before he could utter another word.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, he smiled down at his desk. He quickly packed the rest of the items into his bag and zipped it up. Slinging it over his shoulder, he glanced at his watch as he unlocked his door and headed down the hall. His partner in crime should be meeting him on the loading dock in four minutes. Just enough time to get down to the dock before they arrived.

His dick filled beneath his fly as he thought about his blindfolded wife, naked, with her wrists tied to a hook hanging down from the ceiling. Waiting, wanting, and having no idea when someone else started touching her.

Sixteen minutes from when he hung up with Aslan, she walked into the engine room.

“Zeke? Are you here?”

Fuck. What her voice did to him. He’d heard it for years. Always hit him square in the chest when she spoke. And a bit lower. “Over here on your left.” He tucked a short length of rope in his back pocket and grabbed a clipboard with his checklist on it just as she walked around the last engine to where he stood.

“There you are. It’s so weird down here with nobody else around. More than a little spooky, don’t you think?”

She was almost right on the
nobody else
around
part. Save for one other person, hidden on the other side of the room, waiting for Aslan to show up. “I know. Quiet. Definitely not how it normally is.”

“Not even close.” She stepped up to him and got up on her tip-toes for a kiss.

Leaning down, he sipped at her lips and pulled her close to lick inside her mouth. His need for her, for this, to share this was getting the better of him and he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off her for much longer.

“Mmm. What was that greeting for?”

Zeke had to steady her when she leaned back onto her flat feet. “I missed you.”

Her smile as she blinked up at him, was like a gut punch. That she wanted him like she did, loved him, needed him? It was so incredibly huge he had a hard time processing it sometimes. This was most definitely one of those times.