Unforgettable (30 page)

           
“Really?” He sounded as if he could hardly believe what I had just said.

           
“Really. I’m about to explode here.” I punctuated my words by wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing his very pronounced bulge against me. I further proved my point by moaning as soon as I felt him grind into my panty clad happy place.

           
“Oh fuck.” The words seemed ripped out of him, the sounds he made were harsher than anything I’d ever heard come from him before.

           
“Oh yeah,” I answered him while his fingers moved from underneath my thighs to between them. I couldn’t help the shiver that convulsed my entire body. His fingertips felt electric and they were more charged with each inch closer her got to ground zero. I wasted no time in moving my own hands to the snap of his jeans, it seemed only fair to repay the wonderful feelings he was giving me.

           
I relieved the pressure on his package when I pulled his zipper down and his boxer clad peen seemed to spring out. Holy mackerel. He was
way
bigger than I had given him credit for. I think I was finally about to enter the big leagues.

           
I got a momentary brain stutter as I looked between us. His hands had moved over to my skimpy black lace panties and were tracing the outline of my sopping pussy. I didn’t feel any of my usual modesty and when his fingers slipped under the fabric I couldn’t do anything more than let my head drop forward and give in to the decadent feelings that he was evoking in me.

           
His finger brushed my clit and he moved up and down my sopping slit and I could feel how much more lubricated I became with each pass. I placed my own hand against the fabric of his boxers and I felt him stiffen in response. I looked up and met his eyes and froze. They were blazing with something I had never seen before. The only thing I could think of was that he looked animalistic. It was the biggest turn on of my entire life.

           
“Ethan, I can’t wait anymore.
Please.
” I barely registered the fact that he had pulled my panties down my legs until he was stepping back to get them over my heels. I reached forward to pull the shoes off but he saw what I was doing and stopped me cold.

           
“No, leave them on. It’s fucking hot.” I didn’t need to be told twice, and I let him maneuver the fabric over my shoes. I had always thought it was kind of cheesy when I saw some chick in a porn movie having sex wearing only her high heels, but hearing Ethan tell me he thought it was hot made me change my mind. I would never think that again.

           
When he stepped forward again I took the initiative and grabbed the top of his jeans, dragging them down and over his hips. Luckily, his underwear went with them and I was fully exposed to the most impressive peen I have ever seen. It was jutting out in front of him and seemed to be searching me out.
Here I am!
I scooted as far forward as I could without falling off of the island and I moved my right leg back around him to pull him forward. I brushed his hand that was in the back pocket of his jeans.

           
I looked as he withdrew his wallet and pulled a condom out. Whew, good thinking. I wanted to kick myself for not even thinking about protection. I knew I wouldn’t get pregnant, I’d been on the pill for years, but I had never been with Ethan, and I didn’t know where he had been. Wow, I must have totally been in a haze of lust to forget that. I was thankful that at least Ethan had a clearer head. He had removed the condom and was starting to roll in down his length when I stopped his hand.

           
“Let me.” He moved his own hand and let me complete the action. I had never thought of putting a condom on as sexy before, but slowly covering every inch of his dick with my own fingers was nothing short of seductive.

           
I had barely finished my ministrations before he lunged forward, filling me to the hilt. I had to grab onto his shoulder with one hand and brace myself on the island with my other hand just so I could stay upright. His hands had slithered under my skirt and were holding my hips firmly.

           
“Oh my god.” I could barely get the words out before he withdrew and sank into me once more. He set a pace that was deliciously slow, but I found myself impatient for more. “Faster,” I panted.

           
He picked up the pace as well as the intensity of his thrusts and I realized I was on the edge of my orgasm. I was gasping by this time and Ethan was pistoning in me so fast and forcefully that within a few seconds I had completely come undone. I let go of his shoulder and leaned back on my elbows watching as Ethan released into me a few thrusts later. He threw his head back and his face seemed to be chiseled out of granite. It was a beautiful thing to see, even as I realized it was a miracle that I was still coherent enough to notice Ethan at this point. I could not remember ever coming so fast or so hard ever before.

           
I let myself lean back fully on the island. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe myself. I had just had sex on my kitchen island. I would never be able to look at it the same way again. Instead of the dirty feelings I would have expected to feel about defiling my kitchen workspace, I felt a little bit decadent in my afterglow. Yeah, I used the word afterglow and it didn’t even seem contrived. It was like sex with Ethan was on a completely different level than the sex I was used to. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. It was
that
good.

           
“Juliet, I’m so sorry. This is not what I was planning for tonight. Well, not yet anyway.” He was blushing. Blushing. I could hardly believe it.

           
“Don’t be sorry, Ethan. That was…” I searched my head for a word that was equal to the feelings swirling inside me. “Magnificent.” Ugh, that sounded stupid, but if was the only word that fully captured my thoughts. He just smiled down at me and leaned forward to kiss me again. This time, without all of the pent up sexual tension from before, it felt even more personal and
special.

           
He straightened back up and pulled me with him. “Are you ready for dinner?”

           
“You bet. I’m famished.” And just that easily we bypassed any awkwardness that might have developed and moved straight back to our friendly date as he helped me down off of my countertop and handed me my panties.
No, nothing strange about that at all.
I shook my head and straightened myself up. This was going to be a very interesting date.

Hot Buns

“That was the coolest thing
ever
! I wish we could have stayed up there all day.”

“It was fun I guess, after I got over the nausea,” Ethan mumbled as we made our way back to the rental car.

I wanted to feel guilty for begging him to go up in the hot air balloon, but
come on
, we were staying in Napa. What romantic trip would be complete without a balloon ride over the vineyards? The fact that Ethan went along with it, considering his fear of heights, made me especially glad I had the good sense to marry this wonderful man.

“When we get back to the vineyard I’ll show you just how much I appreciate you forfeiting your relaxing morning by spending it up in the sky.” I wagged my eyebrows suggestively so that he knew a blow job was in his immediate future.

“I’m actually going to hold you to that.” He smirked as we crawled into the car. Yes, getting my way with him was just that easy. We had driven in silence for about a mile when I heard my phone ding out that I had gotten a text. I reached back into my purse and pulled out the phone, thankful that I had left it in the car. How irritating it would have been to hear my phone while we were floating in relative silence.

“Wow. Seven missed texts and four missed calls from Carrie. What in the world could be so important?”

I opened my texts and felt my body chill as her texts got increasingly more urgent.

OMG! I think there’s a problem with your site.

Call me as soon as you get this!

Pull down your new video!!

Call me NOW!!

Where are you—EMERGENCY

Check your site—hurry!!

You posted a PORN of yourselves on your website!!!!

I pulled up the site and clicked on the most recent update, Hot Cross Buns. We had set two new segments to post automatically while we celebrated our first anniversary in Napa Valley, Hot Cross Buns and Ultimate Mac and Cheese. Unfortunately, what opened was the sex tape we had made after coming home from Carrie and Nigel’s Halloween party. We had been a little tipsy, so filming ourselves had seemed like a good idea at the time. I saw myself doing a drunken striptease while wearing my Princess Leia buns as Ethan lounged on the bed wearing nothing but his Jedi belt and a lecherous smile.

“Nooooooo! Ethan, we posted our porno on the website!” I could barely get the words out because I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. Ethan screeched to a stop on the shoulder of the road and grabbed the phone out of my now numb fingers.

           
“Fuck! Why didn’t I double check?” He started punching something into the phone while I let the magnitude of this horror sink in. What if it got linked to YouTube? How could I ever show my face again? I had just sent porn to at least six thousand people, not to mention the number of visitors that just happen upon my site by chance while looking for a recipe. I dug out my Xanax and popped one. A few seconds later I shook out another and chewed them both, bitter taste be damned.

           
“How did our tape get on our uploads? Were we hacked?” It seemed like the only reasonable explanation.

           
“No, I named our Halloween tape
Hot Buns
because you looked so sexy in them. I didn’t know then that you were going to do a segment on hot cross buns. I just didn’t pay enough attention when I was getting everything ready for our trip. I’m so sorry, babe.” He wasn’t looking at me but at the screen. “It’s pretty damn sexy, though.”

           
“Are you kidding me right now? Pull it down before it goes viral.” I couldn’t believe he was being such a
man
. Couldn’t he see the big picture?

           
He had the grace to flush. “Right.” He typed in a few more things before handing back the phone. “It won’t let me log on to the site from the phone; I need to get to the computer.” He peeled out and off of the shoulder of the road and sped the six miles back to the Black Dog Winery, while I sat in a semi-shocked stupor, remembering all of the dirty things I had done for the camera. I had another chilling thought.

           
“What if your mom sees this? Oh god, I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.”

           
“I’m more concerned about the fact that we sent out an adult video without a warning. We could be in a lot of trouble. There are going to be some complaints.” Crap. I hadn’t even thought of the legal repercussions. They might shut my site down. My vision started to flicker as I let this new information filter in. My dreams of a cooking empire were over. Just when I thought I was home free, with my cookbook out, selling better than expected, and getting almost a million hits a month. Why couldn’t things ever go smoothly for an extended period? It seemed like there was always something that had to go wrong.

           
I jolted when the car came to a stop and Ethan threw open the car door before hopping out and taking off for our room. I grabbed my stuff out of the back seat and followed at a more leisurely pace. There wasn’t anything I could do about it; I let Ethan handle the computer stuff.

           
“Is everything all right, Mrs. Ross? Your husband just came running by.” Suzy at the desk was eyeballing me curiously.

           
“He has an emergency at work.” I smiled weakly and continued up to our room. When I opened the door Ethan was already at the computer and typing furiously. A few seconds later he looked up.”