Yes, it seems as though I'm on a roll here. I'm most definitely having fun writing these two again. Grab a glass of ice water and enjoy.
Rick's mouth went dry as her words sunk in. His hormones fueled a delightful mental slideshow, but with effort he got himself back in control before he embarrassed them both. Raising an eyebrow he countered, "What's your pleasure?" He pursed his lips at the saucy grin she gave him in reply. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but there's plenty of time for that afterward. As inclined as I am to suggest the most expedient option, some sort of fast food, you deserve better for your first anniversary."
Kate sighed. "Please, I'm still suffering guilt pangs over the fact that you made me a great breakfast and arranged for a fabulous lunch. I will not feel cheated, I promise." Rick studied her, gauging her sincerity. She brightened as an idea struck her. "How about that gourmet pizza place?"
Grudgingly accepting the compromise, he swiped at his phone and summoned the online menu for Goodfella's . Scrolling down, he paused at 'Sally Pie'. Lemon garlic chicken, rosemary potatoes, caramelized onions, cheddar scallion cream sauce. Definitely not a meal for two people planning to spend the evening glued together. "How about a Pizza Bianco? Ricotta and prosciutto?"
Kate agreed and he called in the order, stating they would pick it up. Next he texted the driver to bring the car around. When the shiny Lincoln rolled up, Rick motioned to the driver to stay put, and opened the door for Kate himself. His ulterior motive was clear to Kate when she felt his warm hand caress her bottom as she climbed in. The leather creaked softly as he settled in next to her, immediately pulling her in to his side. They sent the driver in to pick up the pizza, and spent their five minutes of privacy completely wrapped up in one another. Somehow they managed to separate and not look terribly mussed by the time he returned with the fragrant box.
Back at the loft, they were surprised to find a wrapped gift on the counter, with a note from Alexis. "Enjoy, and Happy Anniversary. P.S. Part two of your gift is that I will be staying at a friend's house, so you have the place all to yourselves." They opened the box and found scented candles and a beautiful crystal lotus-shaped holder. Rick lit one of the pink candles, and a light perfume began to fill the room, as the crystal petals threw little rainbows across the tablecloth. They settled at the table with the pizza and sparkling juice. Kate had regretfully had to 'pump and dump' at the hospital, after she'd been reminded that the wine from her lunch could pass to her milk.
Rick studied his slice, taking a careful bite. When he looked up, he found Kate gazing at him as she chewed. He winked, causing her eyes to drop to her plate. They traded such flirting all through dinner, and the looks grew progressively loaded. By silent agreement, neither over-indulged, so as not to spoil their night with a leaden stomach. Taking Rick's plate along with her own, Kate deposited the dishes in the sink. "Give me…forty-five minutes?" she asked as he rose from the table.
"Sure," he agreed. "I can try to catch up on email. I'll come up to our room?"
She nodded and swept past him. He caught her wrist and spun her back into his arms, planting a lingering kiss on her lips. "Mmmm spicy," he murmured, swaying with her to an imaginary orchestra.
"But the sauce was mild tonight."
"Who said I was talking about the sauce?" He released her with an eyebrow waggle and a gentle squeeze to her bottom.
Upstairs, Kate extracted her pumping set. She let it drain her thoroughly, wanting to buy as much time as possible before she filled up again to the point of leaking and discomfort. She bottled up the milk and stuck it in the cube fridge hidden in the wardrobe. Next she collected her outfit from the drawer, before heading into the bathroom. There she brushed her teeth, wiped herself down with a damp cloth to clean up, and spritzed her pulse points with an exotic scent. She dressed, applied some makeup, and studied her reflection. She knew she was desirable to him under pretty much any circumstance, but she hoped that the 'look good, feel good' theory would help get her past her discomfort.
She hadn't realized how much time had passed until she heard him enter the room and call for her. When she opened the door her nose told her he'd taken time in the guest bathroom to freshen up himself.
Rick turned from where he was adjusting the sheets when he heard the bathroom door opening. The sight he was greeted with made his heart skip a beat or two.
Somehow he processed the fact that she was speaking to him. "If you stare like that much longer, your eyeballs are going to dry up. Blink, dear."
He complied and she chuckled, clearly pleased with herself that she'd managed to short circuit one of his brain's most basic functions. "That…" He pointed at her ensemble. "Why have I never seen that before?"
"Because we didn't have a first anniversary before, silly. Not to mention the fact that it's been a good six months since I've been able to do it justice." She smoothed her hand over her bare stomach, which had nearly returned to her pre-pregnancy shape, due to some obvious work on her part. His eyes followed her hand, but after that they couldn't seem to decide whether to look up or down. By default they drifted up toward the shiniest part, a bra comprised entirely of rhinestone strands that was barely covering her. Gravity seemed to draw his gaze downward, to the skin tight black satin bikini panties, with a delicate row of rhinestone dangles along the waistband. Looking down further still, he discovered she was wearing strappy heels comprised of matching strands of rhinestones. Just when he was reminding himself to breathe, motion caused him to glance back up to her other arm, which was extended. Twirling from one finger was a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs. He swallowed convulsively and swore under his breath. "Tsk, tsk. I was going to give you the choice of who gets to wear these tonight, but with language like that, it's going to be you," she chided.
He met her as she crossed the room, taking her in his arms. "Do you have any idea of how badly I want you?" he demanded huskily. His mouth crashed down on hers hungrily. After a moment he managed to rein himself in, turning the kiss sweet and tender. Just because it had been three months or more since they'd been together, that didn't mean he had to come on like a caveman. Then again, this outfit of hers did demand a certain…mindset. "As for these," he intoned, fingering one of the furry bracelets, "perhaps we can take turns." His mind busily worked through the possibilities, and each one made his loins tighten further, making him more grateful he'd donned his silk boxers rather than something more confining. "I think you'd better chain me up first, I've pretty much used up all the control I have."
Quirking an eyebrow at him, she flicked one of the cuffs open and, gracefully drawing his arm from behind her, clicked it shut around his left wrist. She used it like a leash to guide him to the bed, giving him a gentle shove so that he fell backwards onto it. Straddling him, she slid her hands across his chest, deliberately brushing his nipples along the way, then up his arms, which he had cooperatively lifted above his head. She passed the other cuff behind one of the headboard rungs, then fastened his right wrist in place. His squirming drew her attention and she realized that she'd had to lean over him so that her breasts were torturously close to his mouth, and he was straining to taste her. With a smirk she pulled away, gliding her hands down his body. She was thrilled he'd volunteered to go first. The power of control might just be the thing her libido needed to boost it out of its weeks-long dormancy. His words echoed in her mind… 'how badly I want you'. She decided she wanted to hear the real thing again. "So, word master, thrill master, tell me more," she urged, "about what you're feeling about tonight."
He looked up at her, caught a glimpse of vulnerability beneath the lusty challenge. He licked his lips and began to seduce her with his words. "I have been going out of my mind, longing to be joined with you, my exquisite wife. I want you on me, beneath me, any way so that I can feel that most amazing connection. The thought of you, all of you, embracing me, makes me ache."
Her eyes flared with increased desire. She bent over and kissed him, enjoying having him at her mercy. She sucked on his lower lip, then shifted and nibbled at his ear, causing a low groan that she could feel in the parts of her body that were pressed against him. She trailed kisses down his neck to his chest, then lower still.
"God, Kate, what you do to me," he ground out.
She reached the waistband of his boxers and smiled coyly as she unbuttoned the fly and released what had been straining for freedom. She let her tongue play along the contours, the tip and the ridge, before capturing it in her mouth and treating him to suction strong enough to draw a thick milkshake through a straw. He alternated heartfelt moans with unintelligible cries. When she sensed he was near the brink, she shifted to the side and eased his boxers off, then retrieved two things from the bedside table. She gingerly rolled a condom on him, causing him to twitch and whimper anyway. Finally, as insurance, she squeezed on a liberal amount of the lubricant her doctor had recommended. She peeled off the panties and cast them aside, then lowered herself back onto him. As she was slowly easing him into her, she noticed his hands were fidgeting. She paused and leaned over so that she was looking him squarely in the eye. To enhance the effect she switched to her Russian accent. "You and I both know that because these are novelty cuffs, there is a safety release. I am telling you, do NOT use it. This is my show this time around."
His eyes widened. "But I was just…"
She cut him off with a shake of the head. "My. Show."
Between the accent and the commanding tone, on top of what she had already done to him, it was a miracle he didn't spill himself right then and there. With a nod and a couple of deep breaths, he settled back into the pillows, giving himself over as her own personal sex toy. She settled back on to him and slowly relaxed her legs, letting her weight push her down until she completely engulfed him. She was completely still, eyes closed, breathing deeply, long enough to worry him. "Kate, are you ok?"
Her response was delivered in the softest tone. "Fine. Just adjusting." When her eyes opened again, he could see that Vixen Kate was back, and he braced himself for the next act of the 'show'. Bracing her hands on his chest, she lifted herself slowly so that he was almost out of her. More quickly, she dropped back down, and Rick saw stars. She continued, gradually picking up the pace. When she seemed to settle into a rhythm, complete with whimpers of her own, he started rocking his pelvis, matching her pace. He gripped the headboard rung, hanging on as long as she needed him to. When she squeezed her eyes shut he knew she was close to the edge. "Go ahead," he urged, "let me watch you come apart, my sexy goddess. Fall, and I'll be here to catch you."
With a desperate cry she quickened her pace and the explosion of feeling shot through her, the intensity bringing tears to her eyes. Beneath her he groaned loudly, arched and stiffened, finding his own release. As he relaxed she did indeed fall, collapsing so that her head was next to his on the pillow.
"Can I now?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," she panted. "Go ahead." With her permission he deftly flicked the safety release switches and released himself from the cuffs. He brought his arms down and around her, stroking her back as she twitched from the after-ripples of the orgasm.
When she raised her head to grin at him, he knew she was back to herself. He brushed the moisture from beneath her eyes with the pad of his thumb and smiled back at her. He dangled the cuffs in front of her and whispered, "Your turn."
Now, now before you all start throwing things at me, I'll try to have the next chapter up in a couple of days. *Hint: Reviews are BIG motivators*