Long Week

Long Week

It is a cold and rainy Friday evening as Christina pulls into her driveway after a tiring week. In fact, it was one of the worst she could remember. As a young attorney she often had to put in long hours preparing for a difficult criminal case like this one, but sixty hour weeks for the last two months had taken a toll on her. Luckily the trial was over and she had earned some rest. She slumps forward and rests her head on the steering wheel, wondering if she even has the energy to make the short walk into the house. Then she notices her boyfriend’s car in the garage, smiles, and stirs up the motivation to make the trip inside.

She exhales sharply as she opens the front door, relieved to be home. She finds the living room completely dark, aside from a cozy fire burning. The warmth washes over her as the comforting glow sends shadows dancing across the floor and walls. Putting her umbrella in the closet, she turns to find Marcus standing a few steps away, his smile visible even in the dimly lit room. He steps toward her and before she can even speak puts his finger softly on her lips, as if to keep her from talking. She watches with some confusion as he leans over and whispers in her ear…

“Welcome home, my love; I would like you to do something for me, okay?” he asks, keeping his finger pressed against her lips. She slowly nods her acknowledgement.

“I don’t want you to ask why right now, so just trust me when I say this. Don’t talk for the whole night. In fact, I don’t want you to do anything unless I tell you to. I know it’s an unusual request, but please trust me and I’ll explain everything. Do we have a deal?” he asks with a smile and a cocked eyebrow. She returns the smile and nods, wondering what crazy plan he has up his sleeve.

Still standing with her coat on and soaking wet, Marcus moves behind her and gently removes the dripping garment before putting her purse on the counter. She feels the cold start to give way to the warmth of the fire as Marcus leads her by the hand to the couch. He sits her down and then kneels on the floor in front of her, looking her deep in the eyes and smiling with genuine warmth and affection. This is something she has always loved about him, since the day they first met; the way he looks at her. The way his eyes seem to drink her in, and as if every time he saw her it was as exhilarating as the first. Every night when she came home it was the same thing, and every morning when they woke up together and he looked at her for the first time. A long, engrossing stare that seemed to pull her apart, examine each piece, and put them slowly and lovingly back together.

When he finally finishes, Marcus reaches forward and puts the palms of his hands on each side of her face, still looking into her eyes. He leans forward and kisses her deeply and with such passion that her breathing becomes instantly more rapid. When he backs away and takes a deep breath, it is clear he is as pleased with the kiss as she.

“I suppose you are probably ready for an explanation?” he asks with a grin. “This might be hard to explain, Christina, but I’ll give you the short version first. Tonight I want you to do something for me. I want you to go completely against your nature,” he says softly as he sits down next to her on the couch, then brushes her hair away from her ear before continuing.

“And what is your nature, Christina? I realize that I’ve asked you not to talk, so I’ll answer for you, if I may?” She smiles and giggles in response, then slaps her hand over her mouth with raised eyebrows, as if she were shocked.

“It’s okay to laugh, Christina,” he chuckles as he leans in close and whispers softly, “You can make any sounds you want, just no words. Laughter is okay…giggles…moans or screams are also highly encouraged, but we will get to that later,” he says as he bites gently on her ear.

“In the meantime, I have asked you not to talk and told you to go completely against your nature, so I’ll explain. First, you know me well enough to know that I haven’t asked you to be silent all evening because I don’t want to hear you talk. Of course I do, and I love everything you have to say; you know that,” he says with a questioning look. She quickly nods her agreement.

“You are the most caring, generous, selfless, compassionate, trusting and loving woman on this earth. That makes me the luckiest man on the planet. Everything you ever do is for someone else. Even when you don’t feel well, you are more worried about others than about yourself. That is why I love you Christina. But tonight—tonight I don’t want you to be you. Tonight I don’t want you to worry about anything or anyone aside from yourself. The kids are fine; they are at my mom’s until tomorrow. So for one night Christina, put every other human being on this earth out of your mind and be selfish. That is what I want from you,” he pauses as he kisses her neck and lets the words sink in. “Just let me take care of you in every possible way, and I want you to not only let me do it, I want you to love it. This is my gift, to show you how much you mean to me.”

“Will you do this for me, Christina? Will you give yourself over to me completely, and let me take care of you?” he asks. “Please?” he adds, as if he knows that she is prepared to be stubborn. She resigns with a nod, and is happy that she is forbidden to talk at that moment, so she won’t have to admit how appealing it all sounds.

His hands drop down to her legs. She is wearing a skirt today, and his hands move slowly to her bare, firm calves, which he massages for a moment before sliding them down to her feet to remove her shoes. “Sit back honey,” he says as he takes her foot in his hands and starts to rub it. She sits back on the couch and closes her eyes, feeling his hands firmly but gently rubbing her aching feet as she listens to the soft crackling of the fire. She moans softly; it feels so good to relax for once. He spends about fifteen minutes rubbing her feet and calves, and although she feels somewhat guilty being pampered so much, she finds that she is quickly getting used to it. The stress of the week already seems to be slipping from her mind as Marcus stands up and holds out his hand. She grabs it as he pulls her to her feet.

He leads her into the newly built bathroom, just completed a few months earlier. She sees the huge Jacuzzi bathtub and it’s already full of water! As she steps closer she realizes that she hasn’t even had the chance to use it yet, since she’d been so busy on her most recent case. The lights are off, and she notices at least a dozen candles lit and placed around the bathroom, casting a comfortable light on the water. She reaches for her shirt buttons, but he grabs her hands before she can do anything.

“No baby, you can’t do anything tonight; you promised,” he says with a wink. He releases her hands and reaches up to remove her earrings and necklace for her, then places them on the counter. Next he grabs her first button and unfastens it, then the next, and the next. He finally finishes the last button and pulls the shirt gently off her shoulders and lets it fall on the ground. He steps behind her now; she feels his warm lips on her ear as his hands drift down to her shapely hips, finding their way to the zipper on the back of her skirt. He slowly unzips it and lets it fall to the floor. His hands still resting on her now bare hips, he kisses her on the side of the neck. His lips are warm, and so is his tongue, which she feels against her skin a moment later. She flinches slightly when he bites her, but not hard. She is startled when her bra comes off, not even aware that his hands had left her hips. They slide down to her waist again, and he slowly pulls her panties down as she steps out of them.

Then he stands in front of her and slowly begins to undress for her. She watches as his lean, muscled chest and abdomen come into view and bites her lower lip as erotic thoughts drift through her head. After he’s finished, he pulls her close to him, holding her against his bare chest and hugging her for a few moments before leading her into the warm bath. They step in and sit down together, enjoying the relaxing sensation that instantly surrounds their bodies. He is sitting directly across from her now, and he pulls her feet up into his lap as he rubs them some more, taking the opportunity to watch the candlelight reflected off of her beautiful eyes. Ten minutes later, he decides that he is too far away her. Getting up, he gently leans her forward and sits down behind her, sitting her down between his legs so she can lie back against his bare, wet chest.

“I love you, Christina,” he whispers softly into her ear before kissing up and down the side of her neck. She nearly replies, but remembers her agreement and keeps it to herself.

Then he reaches over the side of the tub and turns on the radio. The music is soft, classical piano, and helps her to relax further. Reaching over the side again, he presents her with a very full glass of wine before grabbing one for himself. It seems he was well prepared for this evening. She smiles contentedly as they both take a generous sip from their glasses.

“I may have lied to you just a little bit when I said you wouldn’t have to do any work tonight,” he says. His words are soft, and she feels his nose nuzzle against her ear as he says it. She shivers as his hands rub her breasts gently. She knows exactly what he means, and she lets out a soft and very agreeable moan as she rubs her cheek against his. She sucks air between her clinched teeth as his fingers begin to rub her nipples, which are already achingly hard and very sensitive. Keeping one hand on her breasts, she feels the other slide down beneath the water to her stomach, where it rests for just a moment before moving down farther still. In response, she opens her legs a little bit as his hand touches her, his finger going instantly to her clit. She moans, not having to worry about anyone else hearing her. His left hand still working attentively on her nipples, she can’t help but moan louder as his other hand continues to rub gently between her legs as he bites and kisses his way down the side of her neck and the back of her shoulder.

“No holding back tonight honey. The only thing I want is to please you, and I want you to give in to it until you can’t take anymore,” he pants in her ear, becoming aroused with her growing pleasure. She gulps down the rest of the wine and sets the glass down, laying her head back against his shoulder.

Everything feels so good. It’s not just the physical contact that is arousing her now, but the preparation and consideration he showed her in readying everything for tonight, and the wonderful timing of it all. She is so comfortable in the warm water as it cradles her tired, aching body. His fingers know the exact spots and precise methods to bring her closer and closer to the moment when she can completely let go, utterly give in to it and letting the ecstasy consume her. She feels it building inside of her now, knowing that in a few seconds she will be there. ”That’s it, my love,” he whispers in her ear, as if he can feel her getting close. And she knows he can; knows he is so familiar with her body and every subtle signal she produces when she is making love to him, that he is able to bring her to the point of ecstasy and know exactly when it will crash through her body.

She smiles as she feels it ready to take her over, then his fingers seem to slow down, not stopping entirely, just slowing down, as if he wants to hold her there on the edge but not let her over. Her body writhes as she aches with the desire to experience the orgasm that is only seconds away. Then he whispers in her ear, “Christina, promise me you won’t hold back; swear to me you’ll let go completely,” he says softly. She nods instantly in agreement and feels his fingers resume their former pace. A split second before it hits her, she feels his hand leave her breasts and move down to join the other, as one of his fingers penetrates her while he continues to rub her clitoris firmly and quickly.

That is all it takes, and she feels the first orgasm rip through her trembling body. Her arms and hands reach up and over her shoulder as she grabs the back of his hair, his mouth pressed firmly against her ear. “Scream for me Christina; let me hear you scream for me,” he says passionately as she begins to cry out, unable and unwilling to hold any of it inside. And she hears him moaning too, completely overcome by her pleasure and her screams. He bites at the side of her neck and ear as she continues to thrash about in his arms while his fingers plunge deep inside of her, coaxing every last drop of pleasure that her body is willing to allow. She tries not to talk, but she can’t be sure if she did or not, her memory and senses fog over as she gives in to it, allowing herself to relish every sensation crashing through her body, knowing that it is just as arousing for him.

Finally her orgasm subsides and she collapses backwards against his chest once again, panting as he kisses her cheek and cradles her in his arms. “Just relax Christina; catch your breath,” he says softly as he strokes her wet hair. He cradles her there, his cheek pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her waist as her panting slowly fades and her breaths become slow and even again. They relax in the warm water a few more minutes before he stands up and gets out of the tub, taking her hand and leading her out after him. Marcus grabs a towel and gently dries her off, admiring her beautiful body every second. With a smile, he motions for her to follow him into the living room.

She makes her way into the warm, dimly lit room and he slowly lays her down in front of the fireplace on a plush rug, next to a plate with a few items on it. “Lay on your stomach baby. We’ll start with a massage, then some desert.” She rolls onto her stomach and feels the warmth of the fire on her back. The crackling sounds are soothing, and she closes her eyes as he straddles her lower back. A few moments later she feels the chill of the massage oil hitting her back. He puts on a generous amount and begins rubbing it all over the backside of her naked body, her shoulders and neck, her back, her butt, and even her thighs, calves and feet, including each toe. After he has covered her, he starts to massage her, beginning with her toes.

His hands feel so good on her calves as he takes his time working on each of them. Slowly, very slowly, he works his way up, making sure that each and every inch of her is given attention along the way. Next are her thighs, and it is very difficult for him to focus on them, because he’s thinking about being between them. Christina is in excellent physical condition, and her lean, shapely thighs are a testament to the effort she puts into her workouts. Despite the distraction, he manages to muddle through before moving up to her lower back and bottom. After spending a great deal of time there, he straddles her again so he can massage her back and shoulders.

The many moans she lets out tell Marcus that she is enjoying herself as much as he is, so he continues to caress her, even rubbing every inch of her arms, all the way down to and including each finger. He slowly rolls her onto her back and begins the process again from the front, beginning with her legs as he puts a generous amount of oil on each of them and rubbing it up and over her thighs.

He looks at her now, her oiled body glistening in the firelight. He can see her breathing is deep and her eyes are locked on his, her nipples fully erect. They share a smile as he puts some oil on one of his fingers and rubs it between her legs, finding her engorged clitoris and rubbing it gently. She bites on her lower lip as he touches her, finding that she is far too wet to need any oil, but he puts it on anyway. He continues up to her stomach, and then up to her beautiful breasts. Placing plenty of oil on them, he rubs them for a long, long time. Straddling her stomach now, he reaches back and rubs her clit.

“Enjoying yourself so far baby?” he asks.

“Mmmmm,” she moans as she nods and smiles.

He lies down next to her now and grabs a plate of strawberries. Picking one of them up, he dips it in chocolate sauce and moves it to her lips. She opens her mouth and takes a bite, before he finishes the rest. He repeats the process, this time with whipped cream, and feeds her several more before leaning over to give her a very long, passionate kiss. He sits back up as he dips his fingers in chocolate sauce and then rubs it across her soft lips. Before she can even lick it off he is kissing her, sharing the taste of the chocolate with her. Then he grabs an ice cube from the plate, and smiles at her before he speaks.

“Tonight baby, I am going to spend so much time on your wonderful little nipples. By the time I make you come again, I’ll have played with them so much and in so many different ways that you will be aching to come for me. I hope you are ready,” he says as he presses the ice onto one of her nipples. She inhales sharply and feels her nipple get even harder, which she didn’t think would have been possible just a moment ago. After rubbing the ice on her for a while longer he moves it to the second nipple and keeps it there until it’s as hard as the first. Then he leans over and pinches them between his lips and licks them, aroused by how cold they feel in his mouth. She moans and squirms beneath him. Her nipples have always been so sensitive, and Marcus has always found incredible ways to touch them.

“Very nice,” he says softly. “So hard and so ready for love and attention, which is exactly what they are going to get,” he says.

Then he runs the ice-cube all over the front of her oiled body, its icy cold instantly contrasted by his warm tongue and lips which follow right behind it. He brushes it over the lips of her pussy, and then gently sucks on them, warming them in his mouth. She loves the feeling of it, cold one second and warm the next.

Eventually it melts away and he dips his finger into the chocolate sauce before rubbing it on each of her nipples, then puts his finger in her mouth as she slowly licks the rest of the sweet chocolate off. Her warm mouth feels good, and she notices that he closes his eyes for a moment as his finger is in her mouth, before leaning down to kiss her again and again. He kisses his way down the front of her neck to her chest so he can lick the chocolate sauce, slowly and deliberately, from each of her nipples. Next, he puts a thin trail of it down her chest and stomach, all the way down to her pussy. He licks it all up, every inch of the way down, before spending additional time tasting her, long after the chocolate is gone.

“Mmm, this chocolate sauce tastes good baby, but not nearly as good as you,” he says as he gently sucks on her lips and then pushes his tongue inside of her. The taste of her instantly makes him moan, which she feels since his mouth is pressed tightly against her. His hands slide beneath her spread thighs and he grabs her hands, holding them tightly as he continues to gently lick and suck on her. His eyes close as he completely gives in to enjoying the taste and sensations of her in his mouth, hearing her moans echo in his ears as the warm fire embraces them both.

One thing she has always loved about making love to him is the way he eats her. As she looks down and watches him, she often forgets that this is supposed to be bringing her the most pleasure, and yet every time he has ever done it for her she was certain that he enjoyed it as much as she did. And that realization, knowing that he was overcome with pleasure at making her feel good, made her nearly explode in his mouth.

Knowing that he would spend hours pleasing her like this, she lays her head back as she feels another orgasm building up quickly. She loves the way he talks to her while they make love, the way he talks her through every second of her orgasms, begging her to scream and let it out. Every time it drives her deeper and deeper into pleasure. It is the only drawback to him pleasing her orally, he can’t talk to her. But that is okay, because right now she knew that he was as lost in the moment as she, savoring the taste of her as if she were a priceless and rare delicacy.

Looking down at him in the firelight, she can see the flames reflecting off of her oiled body. She watches his face as he licks and sucks at her, his eyes closed. Her hips are moving slowly now as he holds her hands. She is surprised at how quickly the orgasm comes upon her. Usually she can feel them building, but this one seems to hit her almost instantly. Marcus feels it before she does; he opens his eyes as he always did, so he can see her face while she came. His eyes lock on hers and then she can feel her hips thrash and pivot as she arches her back and screams.

Amazingly, Marcus’ mouth doesn’t come off of her for even a second. He holds her hands tightly as she throws her head back and screams. Although her screams drown out any sound from him, she can feel his moans between her legs, passing from his mouth into her pussy. He keeps his mouth pressed up against her, licking and sucking feverishly and taking in every precious drop that she can feed him. With her eyes locked on his again, she can see in his eyes what his mouth wants to say, “Please Christina, please give me more; please feed me.” Just imagining him saying that is enough make her come even harder.

She doesn’t know how many more times she climaxes. She gives up trying to count after the first one. Eventually her body is too tired and she has to take a rest. Knowing her, knowing her body, Marcus senses it and stops, taking his mouth off of her and kissing the insides of her thighs and tenderly licking the rest of her juices off of her before moving his head up to her stomach and laying down on her. They lay there like that for a few minutes while she regains her energy.

She can’t believe she wants more. Her mind drifted back to the moment she had pulled into the driveway that evening. She was so exhausted she could barely force herself to walk into the house. Even now, after several intense orgasms, she wants—needs—more. She feels Marcus slowly crawling up her body. He kisses her passionately now, and before he has a chance to do anything, she reaches down and takes him in her hand. She moans in his mouth when she feels how hard he is. He is ready to be inside of her, and nothing in the world would deny her that. She kisses him hard now, aroused by the taste of her own juices on his lips. She rubs him against her and he gasps, feeling how hot and wet she is. She wraps her legs around his waist, hooking her heels behind his back and pulling him towards her.

She smiles at what happens next. Usually she would do it slowly, pull him inside her a little at a time to enjoy the sensation fully. But she can’t wait now, so with one motion she uses her heels to pull him into her in one deep, forceful motion. She is so wet that she easily accepts him inside of her, and they both gasp aloud as they feel the exhilarating sensation of initial penetration.

“Oh my god, Christina,” he barely manages to say. She smiles as she looks at his face, knowing that they would both be completely overcome by pleasure. She relaxes her legs now, knowing that he won’t need any coaxing to stay inside of her now. He holds himself up on his arms and she rubs her hands up his muscled chest as she feels him slide the rest of the way into her throbbing pussy.

He loves the feeling of her hands on his chest, the way she silently communicates the warmth, affection and lust she feels for him. He loves every part of her and when he is finally able to open his eyes again, she sees them work their way over her, watching her face as she bites her lower lip, down to see her gorgeous breasts, still shiny with oil from the massage, and her nipples as hard as they have ever been, and down to her stomach, then the site that drives him crazy. He watches as he slides in and out of her, her beautifully smooth legs open for him, offering herself to him completely. She lifts her hips a little bit, wanting him to get as deep as possible.

“Do you have the energy for two more, baby?” he asks. She nods, smiling as she closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of him pressing all the way inside again. His pace increases then and the force of his strokes increase dramatically. She moans at the instant increase in pleasure. She knows at that moment that he wants her to come, and he wants her to come hard. He keeps going until she is on the precipice, then he lies down on her, kissing her mouth deeply as he presses into her harder and faster once again, forcing her over the edge.

“That’s it, Christina…give me your screams…let me have them all.” She knows why he is laying on her. He wants to kiss her while she orgasms, so he can taste her screams as they pass from her mouth into his. And he keeps kissing her, devouring every scream. She grabs his hips, pulling him as deep into her as possible, and he keeps going, barely able to hold back his own orgasm any longer. After hers has passed, he slows down and looks into her eyes, pushing himself up on his arms again.

“Together this time….please, Christina, just one more,” he says with a look that is both lustful and loving. She looks down, seeing him thrusting in and out of her body, knowing that this time he would be screaming with her. His cock glistens with her juices as she squeezes him deep inside of her. She thinks about the trust they have—the trust that is necessary to lose control and give herself to another person, and she knows he is thinking the same thing. She sees his eyes close and feels his body tense, knowing exactly what that means.

“Christina! Oh my god, I can’t…I can’t hold it any long—“ he can not even finish the sentence. Looking at her body in the firelight, the feeling of himself buried deep inside her, the sound of her moans, the only thing he can do is explode inside her, screaming and grinding hard into her. Her orgasm begins a split second later, and she screams with him, hearing his own cries getting louder as he feels her clinching his cock inside her body, driving him crazier than before. She feels it; she feels him throb inside her as he gives himself to her completely, their bodies grinding together to the sounds of their collective cries. Every throbbing pulse makes them scream louder and louder as he fills her.

“Oh my god I love you,” he can scarcely get the words out between screams, a complete and willing slave to the way he is feeling inside of her at that moment, barely able to even hold myself up on his arms as he looks down and sees her hips pivoting and thrashing their way through her own orgasm. His arms weaken finally as his throbs slowly fade, and he lies down on top of her, feeling her orgasm fade away. She still gently rotates her hips beneath him, kissing him deeply. Laying his head down on her naked shoulder and panting, she can feel his warm breath wash over her breasts….eventually it slows and they lie in front of the fire together and fall asleep, with his cock still inside of her.

The End