The Devil Made Me Do It (6 page)

“
Why not? I love your body.” She rested her chin in her hands and leaned over the table, mentally undressing his long, lean, hard body. His buttoned shirt revealed just a sprinkling of crisp black hair covering his tanned chest. Her eyes slid lower, following the dark line to his swelling erection. Natalie’s fingers curled against her cheek, itching to touch him. Where was that damn waiter?

“
Then I’m not letting anyone else see you naked.” Just the thought of someone other than him seeing her long blond hair bouncing on her bare shoulders while she rode him was enough to provoke an overprotective reaction. He shook his head and stabbed his plate.

“
But we don’t have to take off all our clothes.” Natalie’s voice lowered into a soft seductive purr as she imagined what she’d do with her husband naked—on their table, in the street, in their hotel room—anywhere.

He toyed with the idea, imagining her skirt pushed up around her waist, spaghetti straps sliding down her shoulders. “That’s true,” he whispered, his own voice husky with longing. “I promise, as soon as we get back to our room, I’ll help myself to your dessert.” But he couldn’t help himself to a stolen caress of her thigh, slipping his fingers under her skirt to tease the golden curls between her legs.

Natalie bit her lip to keep from moaning. She spotted the waiter and signaled for the check.

“
Will there be anything for dessert this evening?” The waiter showed them the dessert menu, but Natalie giggled while Scott shook his head.

“
Not here,” Scott winked.

The waiter gave him a knowing smile then handed him the check.

The Florida night was steamy and hot. A warm tropical breeze stirred the palm trees, lifting Natalie’s skirt enough to give Scott a tempting peek at the back of her thighs. “Let’s get a cab.” He couldn’t get back to the hotel soon enough.

“
But it’s so nice out,” Natalie smiled and tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the curb. “Let’s walk.”

“
I thought you were anxious to get back to our room.” Scott shifted, adjusting the bulge in his pants.

“
We have all night,” she purred, slipping an arm around his waist.

He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her close. “Lead the way, baby.”

Their hotel was three blocks down the street and two blocks over, so Natalie decided to cut through the park. The sun set hours ago and the moonless night was very dark, but she felt safe with her husband beside her. An empty swing moved slowly in the humid wind, inviting her to sit and enjoy.

Scott stood behind her and pushed, mesmerized by her wind-tossed golden hair, her girlish peals of laughter, and her joyous smile. The swing was obviously built for a child, too close to the ground for Natalie to tuck her long legs under. She had to spread them apart as she passed, so Scott moved in front of her to get a better look. Her skirt flew up into her lap, revealing everything she wasn’t wearing. He leaned against a palm tree and just watched her, feeling his blood boil every time her thighs pumped and parted.

Natalie was watching him, too. The rush of warm moist air over her naked skin was absolutely thrilling. She kicked her legs high, flipping her skirt up to her waist, and grinned at the reaction she got from her husband.

He stepped in front of her, grabbed the swing, and pulled her to a stop. “You’re just looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

“
Have I found it?”

Scott grunted and kissed her, feasting on her mouth like it was a tropical delicacy. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” he said, breathing the words on her lips.

“
I can’t wait that long.” She locked her ankles behind his knees and held him there. “There’s no one here, no one will see us.” If she could only convince him.

He wasn’t buying it. “But someone could come—”

“
No one is going to come.” A wicked smile danced in her eyes. “Especially if you don’t stop worrying and stick your tongue between my legs.”

God he loved it when she talked like that. His groin ached from wanting her. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about making love to her right there in the middle of a public park. So why didn’t he? The possibility of someone seeing them warred with his need to satisfy her. Scott looked around. The park was empty. He looked back at his wife, waiting for him to make the next move. She was impossible to resist in ordinary circumstances. How could he resist her now? He felt her calves tighten around his legs, pulling him close. Even if someone did see them, what was the worst that could happen? He decided not to think about that and grabbed Natalie behind her knees, lifted her up in the swing, and plunged his tongue into her hot pink flesh.

“
Oh Scott!” Natalie gasped and shifted forward in the swing, demanding all of his mouth. His sudden change of mind surprised her, but she wasn’t about to complain. Going without underwear definitely had its advantages.

He draped her knees over his shoulders and slid his hands up her thighs and under her skirt so he could caress her tight bottom. The humid night air mixed with his wife’s steamy scent nearly overloaded his senses. Shivers ran down his spine, but cold was the last thing he was feeling as he wondered why they never made love outside before. It was because of him, Scott realized. Because he was afraid of being caught. Natalie let out a moan her husband felt all the way to the ground, and right then he vowed he’d never be afraid to make love to her anywhere or anytime. He stopped looking over her shoulders and closed his eyes, losing himself and all his fears in her luscious body.

Natalie felt the chills too—and heat at the same time. She tightened her grip on the swing and leaned back, lifting her mound closer to his circling tongue. His lips burned hot against her, and his nibbling teeth sent icy shivers racing through her heated limbs. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, she slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, pushing her dress below her breasts. A sudden breeze tickled her plump nipples, and she took both her breasts in her hand, rubbing them together, rolling her fingertips over the tight peaks. Scott’s groan vibrated her clit and she squealed. “Do that again!”

So he did. Humming against her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked the tight wet chamber. Desperately wishing for more hands, Natalie pinched one nipple, then the other. Her thighs clenched and relaxed—and clenched again.

Harder and faster and tighter—Natalie’s body responded to his ministrations with increasing force. The chills disappeared under the waves of heat engulfing her. Her entire body went rigid, lifting off the swing as wave after wave carried her into oblivion. She didn’t even feel the soft kisses Scott pressed against her throbbing bud until it exploded under his mouth, taking her away on another crest of all-consuming fire.

Holding her close, Scott unzipped his pants, and pulled her—swing and all—onto his fully erect cock. Natalie slid forward so her back was resting on the seat and lifted her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. This was so much more than she expected, and she loved every minute of it.

He put one hand on her hip and the other on the swing, pushing her away then pulling her back in. Oh…my…god, Scott groaned. The movement was so smooth and so perfect. He grinned down at his enraptured wife. “Kinda gives a new meaning to the word ‘swinging,’ doesn’t it?”

“
Oooohhh,” was all she could say.

He didn’t have to move at all. The swing did all the work, allowing him to focus on the pure bliss coursing through his veins. Long, slow, deep strokes over and over and over again drove Scott completely mindless with pleasure. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Smiling, he remembered his wedding vows, knowing what it meant to be one flesh with his wife.

But something foreign distracted him. A car horn, or maybe laughter, he wasn’t sure what. He opened his eyes and saw four people walking through the park just a few yards away. But, he realized, he didn’t care. Scott looked down at his wife’s flushed face and dewy skin and lost all interest in everything else.

Natalie leaned back and let the blood rush to her head, floating on a dizzying spiral of passion. A hot breeze caressed her naked bottom, licking between her damp thighs. She tightened her muscles and the swing magnified that slight movement, drawing Scott’s cock deeper into her. She gasped and tightened again, marveling that the least effort produced such a wonderful result.

Scott growled and pulled her hard against his groin, feeling quite proud when she squealed and grabbed the swing for support. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, grinding into her. The spiral coiled tight, quivering with pent-up tension, aching for release.

But just when Natalie’s ache was about to be soothed, Scott stopped, holding her fully impaled and motionless. Then, slowly, he drew out of her, agonizing as her flesh surrendered. He sank back in just as slowly, and her body welcomed the deliberate invasion. Pulling all the way out, he rubbed his wet erection over her clit before slipping deep inside her hot center.

Natalie squirmed in the swing. His patience was driving her mad. She wanted him hard and deep—no—she wanted him soft and slow. He gave her everything she wanted and a few things she didn’t know she needed. The spiral coiled again, tighter than before. Release would be furious, and she didn’t know how to prepare for it. “Help me,” she moaned.

But Scott was beyond help. He couldn’t help her or himself even if he wanted to. He buried his erection to the hilt and stayed there, rocking against the spot that would soothe their needs and satisfy their wants.

“
Oh,” Natalie sighed. “Oh. Yes. Yes! Oh!” The spiral uncurled, slowly at first, then tearing through her with a fury she’d never experienced before.

“
Ahhh!” Scott tossed his head and bit down on her ankle, unleashing another dizzying spiral through both their bodies.

The humid Florida night felt cool against their fiery skin. Neither one of them could move, and, as Scott gathered his senses, he could swear he heard applause. Or was it cheering?

“
Nice job! Good form!”

“
Excellent technique. I give it a ten.”

“
Nine point seven.”

“
Nine point nine.”

Scott and Natalie looked up and saw two couples standing under a streetlight at the edge of the park. It was the same four people Scott saw walking through the park earlier. They’d seen everything.

Natalie tensed, waiting for her husband’s reaction. He moved quickly, covering her naked hips with her skirt and zipping his pants. Then he stepped back and took a bow. “Thank you. Thank you very much.” He grinned at his stunned wife. “I hope you enjoyed the show. Although, I’m sure you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.”

The couples laughed and walked away, still cheering and whistling.

Natalie just stared at him. “Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?”

Scott shrugged. “We’re never going to see them again. Why let it bother me?” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, teasing her tongue with his.

“
I love you,” she whispered, still amazed he wasn’t running for cover.

“
I love you.” He nibbled her lips, and she slid her hands down his chest, fumbling with his zipper. “What do you think you are doing?”

“
More,” she moaned into his mouth.

He gave a short laugh and grabbed her wandering hands. “No no no no no. Not here.”

“
Yes. Here. Now.”

“
Uh-uh. It’s time to go back to the hotel.” He shook his head and pried her fingers away from his groin. “One erotic outdoor performance a night is enough.”

Natalie’s eyes sparkled. “Does that mean you’re willing to perform in public again? Soon?”

He choked, cleared his throat, and tried to frown at her, but she was impossible to resist. “Maybe.”

Natalie squealed and clapped her hands.

“
But right now, you’re going to have to settle for an encore in our honeymoon suite.”

“
If you insist….”

When you work forty hours a week and your husband works twelve-hour days and weekends, you hardly have time to see each other, let alone have time for sex. Last night, I got tired of waiting for his next day off and went to visit him at work. My husband, Jason, works as a sales rep. for a national furniture store chain. Weeknights were usually pretty slow, so I thought maybe I could steal him away for a minute or two—just long enough to rock his world—if you know what I mean.

The assistant manager, Kevin, spotted my cherry red top and skirt as soon as I walked in the door. “Hi Leslie, he’s in the warehouse.”

“
Slow tonight?” Not a customer in sight.

“
Slow all day,” Kevin groaned. “But your husband is kicking my butt in sales.”

“
Good.” I smiled, feeling quite proud. Last month, Jason was the number two sales rep. in the company. “What’s he doing in the warehouse?”

“
Inventory.” Kevin double-checked the numbers on his computer. “They’re shorthanded so I volunteered Jason’s help.”

“
Nice being the boss, isn’t it?” Kevin was several years younger than Jason but joined the company right out of college. Kevin’s gift for sales moved him up the promotion ladder in a hurry. “Can I go look for him?”

“
Sure. Have fun.”

“
I intend to.”