Marital Bliss (6 page)

He groaned and on the next stroke of his cock the head just nudged her tongue before sliding back down. She strained harder, matching the flick of her tongue to when she could feel it rising out of the top of her breasts. This time she was able to flick it all the way over the head, tasting a bit of pre-cum.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

He released her breasts and shifted again, sliding his legs between hers and coming down on top of her. His chest crushed her to the bed and he took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. She could feel his cock pressing along the lips of her pussy and pressed up into him, coating him with her cream.

She broke from the kiss, panting. “I need you.”

He groaned and ground his hips down into hers. “There’s more I want to do.”

“Please, Clint. I can’t wait much longer. I need to feel your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Ride me hard until we both can’t take any more.”

He groaned again and moved. Mischa cried out, pulling at all four of her bonds. Then she felt Clint at her feet. He made short work of releasing her legs. Then he was back on the bed moving into her. He took her feet and slid them up onto his shoulders then leaned down into her.

“Like this.” She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but it didn’t matter. She loved it like that, loved how deeply he filled her in that position. She nodded her head vigorously, “yes” a mantra that spilled from her lips.

He shifted his hips and let his cock spear through her folds, butting against her clit before sliding lower again. He stroked her that way several times before he finally slid low enough to allow the head to lodge at her opening on his next upward movement. He held still for what felt like forever.

“Fuck me,” she cried. Then cried out again as he slammed inside.

It was as hard and fast as she wanted it, as she needed it. He forged so deeply that she swore she could feel him right at her womb. He was relentless. He kept the strokes coming. Hard, fast and so incredibly deep. She was screaming and begging incoherently. Her hands fisted and tugged at the bonds and her feet flexed against his shoulders as she tried to lift her hips into his thrusts.

“So good,” she cried. “Yes, yes. Fuck me. Make me come. Oh god, make me come.”

She could feel the sweat on his skin, could feel it on her as well. She wanted her hands. Wanted to play with her nipples, to reach down and finger her clit. She wanted to grab him and urge him on even faster, to dig her nails into him and mark him as hers. But she couldn’t. He was completely in control.

“Oh god” became her new litany as she reached higher and higher toward climax. She was close, so very close to orgasm. He rammed his cock deep and stayed that way as he reached across the bed for something, taking her legs with him. Then she heard the hum of a familiar sound. He pushed her right leg down off his shoulder and moved the vibrator over her.

She bucked and yelled as her pussy contracted around his shaft. She felt it throughout every inch of her body. She tingled, from head to toe, she was one huge nerve ending that was in a constant state of excitement.

The vibrator disappeared. Her right leg was released and the next thing she knew the blindfold was being tugged off.

“I want to see you when I come,” he grunted as he started fucking her again.

Her body was still quaking in small mini orgasms as he rode her. She wanted to beg him to release her hands so that she could touch him but she could tell how close he was to orgasm. So she gripped the bonds tightly and used that grip to help give her leverage to rise up into every thrust.

He groaned and she felt the first hot spurt of cum inside her pussy. She loved the way his cock felt as he came. Loved the fact that they’d decided not to use condoms anymore after marriage, preferring skin on skin. They were trusting in her birth control pills, not foolproof, but a chance they were willing to take.

He collapsed on top of her, and though she knew he wouldn’t stay that way long, she relished every moment of it. There was just something about it that she loved. He heaved a sigh, kissed her lightly on the lips and shifted back up to unbind her wrists.

She stretched her arms and moaned. She must have constricted the circulation in them with all her twisting and tugging. Clint lay back down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest and snuggled into him.

“Any more fantasies and we may never leave here,” he said. “It’s like fantasy cabin.”

She snickered. “You just don’t want me to have a turn.”

“You want to tie me up?”

“Maybe.”

“Baby, after that, you can do anything you want to.”

Mischa hid her grin against his chest. She planned to.

Chapter Nine

“Are you sure about this?” Clint tugged at the bonds on his hands and shifted his legs.

Mischa had stripped the bed and put on the sheets she‘d brought with her. Clint was sitting up with his hands bound to the bedposts but she had left his legs free. She hadn’t blindfolded him either. She wanted him to see what she was doing. Somehow, she thought it might be more erotic if he watched.

She picked up one of the small tubs of body paint and picked up a brush. She climbed on the bed and sat beside him.

“Blue?” He looked untrustingly at the paint. “You sure this will wash off?”

She giggled. “What happened to ‘you can do anything you want’?”

He sighed, which made her laugh again. She dipped the brush into the paint and then brought it to her tongue. “Blueberry.”

“Just remember that some parts of me should never turn blue.”

She grinned at him and dipped the brush again. She traced it over his nipple, painting the nub. Then she leaned down and licked over it, running her tongue in circles before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Clint moaned.

“Too bad some things can’t be blue,” she whispered wickedly. “I love blueberry.”

“You don’t play fair.”

She reached over to the table for another tub. This one was pink and smelled like bubblegum. She dipped the brush and tasted it. Not bad. The woman who’d sold them to her told her to try them on the brush before they applied them to the body. No sense in using something that they didn’t like. Took the fun out of it if you weren’t willing to lick or eat it off.

She moved so that she could reach his other nipple and coated it in bubble gum pink. She licked and sucked and painted it again.

“Pink is good. You know what they say, real men wear pink.”

Her lips twitched as she moved slowly away, blowing her breath over him the way he did her. Judging by the tight buds of his nipples, he enjoyed it just as much.

“There’s plenty to choose from.” She picked up tubs and set them down before holding one up. “Let’s find the one I like best first.”

“Purple?” He shook his head.

“It says its grape.” She dipped the brush and tasted.

He laughed at the face she made. “Not grape?”

“Too grape.”

“What’s the green one? Kiwi?”

She picked it up. “Watermelon.” She smacked her lips. “Yummy.”

She dipped the brush and tasted it. It was really good. She dipped the brush again and leaned down to paint over his abdomen. She positioned her head so that her breath fanned the head of his cock. Clint moaned but he held still while she worked. When she was done painting she moved to set the brush and tub down allowing him to see what she’d done.

Clint laughed. “Lick me off.”

“Seemed appropriate.”

“What are you going to write on my cock? Suck my…” She hushed him with a finger over his lips.

“Don’t make me gag you,” she teased.

Clint took her finger in his mouth and sucked on it. She pulled it out slowly.

“Watermelon does taste good,” he whispered. “I’d love to lick it off your pussy.”

Mischa moaned and shifted. She’d love that too and he knew it. But this was for her. It was her turn to pleasure him. She’d envisioned this since she’d picked the stuff up at the store. Jacey and Dee had giggled and told her that she had to share how good the body paints were.

She leaned back down to his stomach and licked over his abs. Man she loved the ripple of muscle in his abdomen. He had the most amazing body in the world as far as she was concerned. She traced over the words with her tongue. The watermelon did taste good against his skin. She traced the words again, this time being more thorough and licking him clean.

His legs shifted restlessly. She had something special in mind to paint on his cock with. But she wanted some more play time first. She took the brush again and dipped it back into the watermelon. This time she painted her nipples with it. Clint’s eyes followed each stroke of the brush and his nostril’s flared.

Setting it aside again, she straddled him and slowly brought a green nipple to his mouth. He took it in, sucked it and worked it with his tongue. She felt his cock pulse between her legs and shifted her hips back and forth to rub against it. She pulled away from him and offered the other watermelon-flavored nipple in replacement.

He didn’t disappoint. They were both panting when she pulled back this time.

“Let me try the blueberry.”

She smiled and reached over to grab the blue tub and brush. She painted her nipples again while he watched with lust-filled eyes. When they were as blue as she dared she rose up and shimmied so that they bobbled in front of his face. He leaned forward but she countered by shifting back. He tugged at his bonds and growled.

“Do you want them?”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward and teased him, rubbing her nipple along his jaw leaving a trail of blue. She pulled back before he could capture her and traced her tongue along the path she’d left.

“Tastes so good,” she moaned, sucking and nipping him with her teeth.

“You’re not playing fair,” he groaned.

She pulled back and let her gaze skim over the blue spots she’d left on his chest where her nipples had touched.

“I’m making a mess,” she murmured huskily. “I better clean up after myself.”

She licked the trail off his chest making sure her nipples grazed over his stomach. With a sigh she moved lower to lick those spots, letting her nipples brush his thighs and cock. When she pulled back this time and looked down, there was nice, random pattern of blue paint exactly where she wanted it. She’d have to clean that up.

First she lifted back up and put her nipple close enough for him to take. He nipped her a little harder than she anticipated and she moaned. He released it when she tugged and she gave him the other one. This time he gripped it with his teeth forcing her to lean in and let him suck it some more before pulling away.

“My turn,” she whispered and moved down to lie between his thighs and lick over him. She didn’t spend too long in any one spot. She sucked and licked his inner thigh, then moved up to his lower abs before moving to nip along a spot on his shaft. She stayed away from the head and the sensitive groove just beneath it.

She shifted again and moved off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Clint’s voice was rough with need. She could see the muscles bulging in his arms where he tugged on the bindings. He could break them if he wanted. They were for play after all. But he wouldn’t. He was giving her free rein to do as she wanted.

“Grabbing this,” she turned with a can of whipped cream that she hidden earlier. She tore the top off and resumed her position between his thighs. She shook the can and aimed it at the head of his cock. Clint groaned and his cock bobbed.

She pointed the can and let the whipped topping foam out and cover him. It covered the head and slid down along his shaft. Some if it landed on his lower abs and the insides of his thighs. She had no more teasing in her. Her mouth was watering for the first taste of the cream on his cock.

She lowered her head and licked him everywhere. Any place the whipped topping covered felt the stroke of her tongue. She sucked and tasted, cleaning him so that she could cover him again. She reached for the can and shook it before spraying another dollop on the swollen head of his cock. She dropped the can and looked up at him.

Slowly she opened her mouth wide and sucked the head, taking it deep into her mouth. She flicked and jabbed with her tongue, alternating between hard and soft sucks. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed. As her mouth lowered, taking more of him in, her hand rose to meet it. She began a rhythm that she knew Clint enjoyed.

Her other hand dipped lower to caress and play with the taut sac of his scrotum. She loved the feel of his skin there, loved to nuzzle and suck at him, but she refused to give up his cock to indulge herself. She was hungry and he was the only thing that could satisfy her.

“Mischa,” he moaned her name but she ignored him. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to stop, to fuck him, and she would. Just not yet. Right now she wanted to suck and lick and taste, to drown her taste buds in him.

“Mischa.” His voice was rough, demanding. She loved it when he sounded that way. She sucked harder, stroked her hand faster and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck.” His hips lifted from the bed, pumping his cock into her mouth. She felt him fighting to hold off orgasm. She was already close as well. Sucking his cock always made her so hot. She’d had an orgasm several times just by fingering her clit while she sucked him off.

His hands wrapped in her hair and tugged her head up off him. He came up to his knees in front of her and pressed her back onto the bed.

“Your hands are supposed to be bound to the bedposts,” she reminded him.

“Might need to buy something a little stronger if you plan to torture me with that sweet mouth of yours,” he replied.

She smiled. Then he rammed his cock in, filling her pussy with that wide shaft. She cried out lifting her arms to grip his shoulders and wrapping her legs high around his waist. He rode her fast and hard, and she loved it. It was as if Clint finally gave in to the savage need to take, to claim, to possess every inch of her. She loved it when he lost control during sex, when he went wild and got a little rough. It awoke that primal place in her too.

“That pussy feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “Don’t want to stop fucking you.”

“Don’t stop,” she screamed. “Give it to me. Fuck me. Harder. Give me all that cock.”

“You like that cock?”

“Ohhh god,” she groaned. “I’m going to come. Make me come!”

“You want to come?”

“Yes!”

He slid his hand down and pinched her clit. She bucked and screamed, her body exploding into one of the best orgasms of her life. He pressed his thumb down on it and rubbed, keeping her in the throes of orgasm while he continued to fuck her mercilessly.

“Feels so good,” she moaned.

“Fuck yes,” he muttered. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes.”

“Going to fill that pussy.”

“Yes!”

“Here it comes, baby. Here it comes.”

He slammed in deep and cried out as his cock spurted inside her. She held on to him, each blast of semen setting off another tremor through her. Slowly she felt the tension leave his body. His arms relaxed and he lowered to rest on top of her. She slipped her legs down, releasing his back from the tight grip she’d held him in. His cock softened and she shuddered again as they both panted.

Her shoulders shook. He snorted. Their eyes met and they both started laughing. He rolled off her and pulled her over with him so she rested against his chest. There was just no way around it. Once sex ended, sex talk was just funny.

She rose up on her elbow so that she could look into his eyes.

“Happy anniversary, Clint.”

He smiled, brushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear before reaching up to kiss her.

“Happy anniversary, Mischa.”

She snuggled back down in his arms and shut her eyes, content. Their marriage wasn’t always perfect. They fought and argued just like any other couple. But when it came down to it, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. He brought out the best in her. And this week… It was a reminder of just how perfect they were together. She was looking forward to a lifetime of anniversaries.