Marital Bliss (2 page)

Chapter Two

Mischa stretched in the passenger seat, arching her back and loving the way Clint automatically dropped his glance to her chest for a few seconds. She would never grow tired of her husband looking at her with such fire and passion in his eyes. He always wanted her, which was a great thing since she always wanted him too.

“Almost there?” Clint asked. He was great about the fact that she’d booked everything as a surprise. One of the many things she loved about him. He just rolled with it.

“It’s supposed to be about twenty-five miles from the last turnoff we made,” Mischa said, looking down at the directions she had printed. The agent she’d spoken with had warned her to print off directions as most people lost their cell reception out this far. There was a phone at the cabin if they needed it.

Some people would have been turned off at the idea of no technology for a week. But she and Clint loved it. They both had demanding jobs, so the idea that they were truly away for a week—as in work couldn’t reach them at all—was bliss. What better place to celebrate a year of being married to your best friend?

“This is the turn,” Mischa said and Clint only laughed when he had to stop and back up to make it. He knew how she was at giving directions and still made her navigator every time. “The cabin is at the end of this drive.”

“Finally,” Clint sighed and shifted his legs, drawing her attention to his lap.

It had been a long time since they’d done anything more than kiss in a car. She remembered when they were dating and had done so much more. With a wicked grin she undid her seatbelt and leaned over to nip his ear with her teeth while she released his. One hand slid down to rub and squeeze his cock through his shorts.

“Damn, honey,” Clint moaned. “We’re almost there.”

“Why wait?” She whispered the words against his ear as she used her hands to unbutton and lower his zipper. Reaching in, she took his hardening cock in her hands and began stroking it. “I remember when you would have given anything to have me suck you off in the car.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, shifting his legs to let her manipulate until his cock and balls were out.

Mischa gave a husky laugh and maneuvered in the seat so that she was reclined across him with her head in his lap and his rock-hard shaft right where she wanted it. She used her hand to shift him a little closer and ran her tongue over and around the wide head.

Clint moaned and she felt him stop the car, grinning when he put it in park. They were already on the road to the cabin. Technically anyone could drive by and see them. Perhaps an agent checking to make sure they made it okay. But she doubted it. Still, the thought of someone catching them made her extremely hot.

Clint gathered her hair in his hands and held it back from her face. He always did that when she gave him a blowjob. He said he liked to see her face, that watching how much pleasure she got in sucking his cock made him even hotter. She understood. She loved to watch him when he went down on her.

She sucked the head in, loving the way it flared over the top of his shaft like the head of a mushroom. She loved everything about his cock, especially how well he used it to bring her pleasure. She worked her mouth down along his shaft, taking more and more of him in until she felt him hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed.

It had taken her plenty of practice to get to the point where she could do it. She’d gagged a lot at first. But practice made perfect and he was more than willing to let her use him. She still remembered overhearing one of his buddies talk about a girl who could deep-throat and how amazing it felt. She’d asked Clint about it later.

Clint had just laughed and told her that any guy would love it. But a blowjob was a blowjob and any guy would love that too. Still, she was a bit of perfectionist. All right, a big perfectionist, and she’d made it her mission to learn to do it and do it better than anyone else. Clint liked that about her.

Now she sucked and licked and took him as far as she could into her throat, working his balls with her other hand. She knew just how he liked it. She knew to take her time and work him nice and slow with soft sucks and licks while rubbing her fingers around the taut sac of his balls. She listened to his breathing, felt for the increased tension in the muscles of his thighs as her cues of when to change tempo.

And she enjoyed. She loved the taste of him on her tongue. The first time she’d given him a blowjob she’d swallowed. He said that was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. She’d never done that with any other boyfriend. Never had the desire. But Clint just made her want to. He made her desire things she’d never thought of before meeting him.

Clint moaned above her and his hips pumped up giving a short stroke into her mouth. She’d been waiting for him, for this man, her husband. She was glad she had. He moaned again and she increased her tempo, sucked harder each time she rose to surround only the head. She didn’t take him all the way back to her throat with every stroke. She kept him just at the opening, building his pleasure.

She switched position of her other hand, sliding it back under his ball sac to rub the skin that stretched so tight between his scrotum and anus. It drove him crazy when she did that, especially with her tongue. She sucked and licked and let him give her mouth a shallow fucking as he edged closer and closer to coming.

With a hard groan and a firmer grip on her head, Clint spurted the first hot stream of cum into her mouth. She moaned. She loved the salty taste of him, loved the way his cock felt as it expelled his semen. She pulled back, keeping her mouth perfectly aligned and just scant inches from the head of his cock so that he could watch the second stream hit her tongue. This turned him on as much as the blowjob did.

She felt a third splash and after swallowing reached out to run her tongue over the head again. He was still hard. He usually was when she pulled that last trick. Porn stars had nothing on her.

“We alone out here?” Clint asked but he was already turning the key off and reaching for the door handle.

“Do you care?” she asked, sitting up and wiping her mouth with her hand. She knew how she looked. Her hair would be mussed form his grip, her mouth red and swollen from working his cock, and her eyes bright with desire and hunger. And she knew just what her look would do to him.

“Out of the car, Mischa, and lose the shorts.”

She loved it when he got all commanding on her. It just ratcheted her desire up to a whole new level. She shoved her door open and shimmied out of her shorts as she stood. He was already in front of the car, his cock hard and ready. The man had stamina to spare. He said it was only because he had the sexiest wife in the world. No doubt why she loved this man.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to frisk you,” he said. “Bend over the hood and spread ’em.”

She giggled. “You’re not going to hurt me with that baton, are you, officer?”

“Just do as I say and no one will get hurt.”

She grinned and turned around to face the car. Slowly she leaned forward, making sure her ass was perfectly positioned. Clint groaned behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at him. The sun was obscured by the surrounding trees but the few rays that fought their way through the foliage seemed to bathe him as if even the sun wanted to touch him.

“Face forward,” he commanded. That meant he didn’t want her to see what he was going to do. She loved it. She didn’t know when he would take her, what he would do before. She could only stand and wait.

She felt his breath at her ass. Then his hands were at her ankles running up the insides of her thighs. Slow and lazy, his fingers climbed. Her pussy clenched and released more cream in anticipation of what he would do next. Would he taste her? Finger her? Or just rip her panties aside and fuck the hell out of her? She groaned and closed her eyes.

His fingers brushed the wet gusset of her panties. Her pussy pulsed again. He pushed the material aside exposing her to the air and his gaze. His breath was hot, fanning her as he leaned closer until his tongue was dragging up over her saturated folds. He dipped inside and slid his tongue around her opening, teasing them both.

She moaned and twitched her hips. Clint slid a hand up to caress her ass cheek then rose a bit higher to grip the band of her panties.

“These need to come off.”

She nodded, panting as he used both hands to slide them over her hips and down her legs. He held her feet one by one as he slid the material free from her legs. Now she was naked from the waist down, completely bare for the world to see if they happened by. It was erotic as hell.

A finger slipped inside her and pumped before sliding out. She could hear him sucking on it and groaned.

“So hot and wet for me,” he murmured. “You want me to eat that sweet cream or fuck that pussy?”

“Fuck me,” she breathed.

“Always so impatient,” he chuckled. Then his mouth was on her. His tongue jabbed into her pussy while his finger slid forward to tease over her clitoris. He shifted behind her, dropping to his knees between her legs, forcing her to open wider. His tongue withdrew and was replaced by two fingers from his free hand while the other continued to torment her clit.

He licked the lower swell of her ass cheeks then nipped them with soft love bites. He loved her ass, always had. She had something really special planned for him where that was concerned. Something he’d fantasized about for a long time and she was willing to do now. But that was for later. Now she was so close to coming. Her nipples were tingling as blood rushed through her body.

“Clint,” she moaned his name.

“Come for me, baby,” he told her. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers so I can suck that sweet cream while I fuck my cock into you.”

“Ahhhh,” she cried out as she felt the first wave of her orgasm run through her. He eased back a bit, not stopping, but not overstimulating either. This was how he played her body to perfection. He knew just when to touch and how. One orgasm would bleed into another and another until she was too exhausted to move. Then he’d slide his dick in and give her more and more.

She was still coming when she felt him move behind her. His cock brushed against her and he slid it along her folds, bumping her clit with the head. She gasped at the sensations coursing through her body.

“Lift your ass for me.”

She shifted and felt him lodge at her opening. Slowly he pushed deep, giving her every inch with one firm stroke. His hands gripped her hips and held her while he began a fast pace. Marriage meant no more condoms for them and she loved the feel of him bare inside her.

She moaned and cried out as another orgasm surged through her. He was grunting and groaning as well.

“So good,” she screamed. “Just like that. Harder. Faster. Ahh, god, I’m going to come again.”

“You gonna come for me?” Clint panted behind her.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

“Come for me. Now.”

She did, with a scream that had to shake the trees. She was sure she’d scared every bit of wildlife away. She was still panting and gasping for air with Clint collapsed over her back when she heard the car stop beside them.

“I’m glad to see you found the place okay.” The woman’s voice carried to them but when Mischa looked up the woman was staring straight ahead. “I placed a welcome gift on the table. Some wine and stuff to celebrate your anniversary. I was going to show you around but I’m thinking you’ll be fine without me. I see you’re umm…busy, so I’ll just head back to town. My number’s by the phone if you need anything. Happy anniversary.”

The car pulled away and Mischa felt Clint shaking behind her. She couldn’t hold it in any longer either. They both burst out laughing as they separated and stood up to adjust their clothes. What a way to start the week!

Chapter Three

They were still laughing as they unpacked the car.

“How long do you think she was there?”

“Who knows? We weren’t exactly being quiet.”

“Oh my god! Wait until I tell the girls about this one!”

Clint laughed and shook his head. “I love how close you all are, like sisters.”

Mischa grinned and kissed him on the cheek before lifting the bag she’d packed full of goodies for this trip. She couldn’t wait to dive into it with him. Couldn’t wait to try all the stuff out. “I love how okay you are with how close the girls and I are.”

“You going to tell me what’s in that bag now?” Clint asked as they headed to the cabin.

“No.” Mischa smiled. “But when the time is right, I’ll show you.”

Clint just shook his head and held the door open for her to enter. They’d packed light. Mostly because neither of them planned to wear much while they were here. So one large suitcase and a filled toiletry bag, which Clint had slung over his shoulder. Then the grocery bag Mischa had plus the athletic bag she stocked with goodies.

Clint dropped the bags inside the door and then shut and locked it. There was a glint in his eyes when he turned back to face her. She watched as he reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, toeing his shoes off at the door.

“I say we make a rule while we’re here.”

“What rule is that?”

“That as long as we are inside, we have to be naked.”

Mischa grinned. “And if our welcome party shows back up?”

“I think she already saw more than she wanted to of us.”

“I don’t know. You do have an incredible ass.”

“I do.”

Mischa laughed. She leaned over and set the grocery bag on an end table and softly put the toy bag on the floor. Then she began stripping as well. “Just so you know, I draw the line at cooking naked. I will not take the risk of getting a burn somewhere that will curb our extra-curricular activities this week.”

“Agreed,” Clint nodded, shucking his shorts and boxer briefs.

“Agreed,” Mischa said, dropping the last of her clothes in a pile.

“So we don’t really plan on leaving the cabin do we?”

Mischa laughed again. God, she loved this man!

“Why don’t you take the bags to the bedroom while I put this in the kitchen?”

“Want me to grab that as well?” He pointed toward the toy bag.

“Go ahead,” Mischa consented and he almost jumped as he reached for it. “But don’t open it.”

He sighed and she grinned again. He was such a good sport. She wanted to put the stuff she’d brought away and check on the supplies that were supposed to already be in stock. Part of the deal with the cabin was that you sent your grocery list to them and they had it fully stocked when you arrived with all the stuff you wanted.

She headed through scanning rooms as she went. The cabin was gorgeous, filled with hardwood and big windows. Clint grabbed the bags and headed up the stairs. From the pictures they’d viewed online they were fairly familiar with the layout. The upstairs was an open loft that was used as the bedroom. She hoped it sported the same big four-poster bed in the pictures they’d viewed. She had plans for those posts.

The kitchen was beautiful. There was a big central island with gleaming pots and pans hanging above it that immediately drew the eye. The counters glowed a deep onyx, setting off the pale wood of the cabinets. She set the bag down and moved around opening doors and drawers learning where everything was.

The fridge was filled with fresh fruit, cheese, milk, her favorite coffee creamer, eggs, bacon and everything else she’d wanted. There was a fully stocked wine rack on the countertop and one of the cabinets had all the dry foods she’d wanted.

“That bed is incredible,” Clint said as he entered the kitchen. “Wait until you see it.”

“Is it like the one we saw online?”

“Even better.”

“I’m just going to put these things away then I’ll look around.”

“The bathroom upstairs has a tub built for two and a shower that I can’t wait to try out.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” He moved up behind her, his chest pressing against her back, and kissed her shoulder. She was maybe an inch shorter than he in their bare feet, maybe. They were pretty close to the same height. She found that she really liked that.

“There are seats along the inside wall of the shower,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. “Seats wide and long enough for someone to get on their hands and knees. There are four different shower heads so that the water can hit you just right no matter where you are, or what position you’re in.”

“I’m feeling awful dirty,” she moaned.

Clint laughed. “I thought you might say that. I started it while I was up there. It will be nice and steamy by the time we get there.”

“Pretty sure I’d want a shower, huh?”

“Oh, I know exactly what you want, Mischa. Although it involves getting wet, I think the shower part would be optional.”

“I love you.” She said the words as she turned around and met his eyes. She did. Her whole world rose and set on this man. She’d always wanted to find the kind of lasting love that her parents had. Though it had only been one year since they’d married, she really felt she had that with Clint.

“I love you too.” His voice was husky. He scooped her up into his arms and took her mouth in a scorching kiss before carrying her out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

She loved being in his arms. There was just something both secure and romantic about it. He was strong and capable and so sexy.

“Oh, it is perfect,” she breathed out as she got her first glimpse of the bed. It was huge, taking up the majority of the bedroom. There was a skylight over it that had it bathed in light at the moment. She couldn’t wait to see how the moon would look. Even better, it had a four-poster frame that would be perfect for the ties she’d brought. She shivered just thinking about it.

“I can’t wait to see what’s taking place in your mind. I know we’re going to enjoy every moment of the reality of it.”

“We definitely will.”

“Shower?”

“I’m all yours.”

“Never doubted it.”

He carried her in and she couldn’t believe the opulence. Hell, the upstairs alone was worth the price. If there was a fridge up here, they’d probably never go downstairs at all. The tub was definitely big enough for two or three or more. It was huge and she could already see the jets. They’d have to try that out too.

He lowered her legs outside the shower door and when she stood, he slid the door open for her. It was like stepping into another room. She’d never seen a shower like it before. She felt him move in behind her and heard the hiss of the door as he closed them in. She took another step and felt the first actual spray of water on her skin. There was steam and heat and it felt amazing.

“We may never leave,” she said with a sigh as she closed her eyes and let the water hit her.

Clint chuckled. “Just wait.” With that he took her hips and nudged her farther in. She felt the other sprays of water around them now. They could have an orgy in here and not run out of room. It clearly took up the entire length of the bathroom. What she’d thought was wall was instead the hidden depths of the shower.

Clint’s hands were on her, moving over her skin. She loved his hands. Loved the way he touched her. Never too hard, never too soft, but exactly how she wanted it. He turned her around and trailed his fingers down her arms to her hands. He took them in his and lifted them high above her head. She knew what he wanted.

When he ran his hand back down her inner arms she kept them high. She watched, her breath hitching as he finally dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked, playing with her in a way that always made her wet. By the time he finished, she’d be dripping, and it would have nothing to do with being in the shower.

“I love your nipples,” he spoke around one, his breath hot torture over the turgid point. She shifted in front of him and he nipped her gently with his teeth. He soothed it with a slow caress of his tongue and then moved to the other nipple. Back and forth he moved, working her into a frenzy.

“My knees are getting weak,” she whispered. That, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold up her arms.

“There’s one of those benches I was telling you about to our left.”

She let his hands guide her and sat as soon as she saw it. It was long and wide and seemed to have some type of rubber mat all the way around it.

“Lie back,” Clint urged her and she willingly complied. The water wasn’t directly on her but she was still feeling the warm mist of it over her skin. She understood the mat when Clint kneeled down and pulled her hips to the edge of the seat. “I’ve wanted to do this all day.”

He leaned in and licked over the plumped folds of her labia. Dipping his tongue inside, he flicked her swollen clitoris before leaning in to suck around it. She reached down with one hand, loosely threading her fingers through his hair. His eyes met hers, and just like the first time she’d seen him, she felt her breath stop.

Then his gaze dropped back to her pussy and he began pleasuring her. His tongue tasted, tapped and explored before he used two fingers to spread her wide. He speared his tongue inside, flicking along her walls and widening his tongue to fill her as best he could. Then he pulled it back, rimming her opening before thrusting it inside again.

He kept his thumb on her clit, rubbing and playing over it while he ate her. And what an appetite he had! Her other hand slid to her chest softly pinching and tugging at her nipples. Just when she felt the first tickle in her belly he pulled back.

“Crap, I almost forgot.”

“Whatever it is, we don’t need it right now.”

He laughed. “Hold that thought. I’ll be back in a flash.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, slipping her suddenly free hand down to her clit and rubbing it. No reason why she couldn’t stay primed while he was gone. She moaned and worked her fingers a little faster. She might even be able to take the edge off with a really great orgasm before he got back.

The door slid open and shut again.

“I didn’t say you could play with my toy,” he said coming back to kneel between her legs again. Those were the exact words she always said when she saw him jacking off.

“Just keeping it ready for you,” she replied. He usually said “getting it ready for you” but the concept was the same.

“I brought a few things as well.” His breath whispered over her skin and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. He ran it up the inside of her thigh and she quivered. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since I bought it.”

He ran it over the lips of her sex and along her fingers. She pulled her hand away and he chuckled before leaning closer to run kisses along her inner thigh.

“Waterproof and incredibly small,” he said. “But it sure has a lot of buzzing power.” With that he touched it to her swollen clit and she nearly jerked off the bench. He eased it down over her lips and teased her opening before sliding it back up to torment her clit. Back and forth he went, keeping her right on edge.

“Clit or pussy?”

“Clit,” she moaned.

The vibrator entered her pussy and his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She came with the harsh cry of his name on her lips. The vibrator didn’t fill her. It was small just as he’d said, but it did pack a punch that left her weak with release.

The sound stopped and she realized he’d turned it off. She was still feeling phantom vibrations as he continued to stroke it in and out of her pussy. His lips released her clit and he slid his tongue down between her folds to her entrance. The vibrator disappeared and he licked at her, flicking in and around, tasting her.

“Always been the sweetest cream I’ve ever tasted.”

She gave a husky laugh. “I don’t think I could move if our lives depended on it.

“Good thing they don’t then,” he replied, placing one more soft kiss on her sex before standing and reaching a hand down to her. “Let’s wash up and get out of here before we start getting prune skin.”

She groaned but let him pull her up. The man definitely knew how to make her weak with pleasure.