I light the last candle on the dining room table knowing Tobias will be home any moment now then tuck the matches back in the junk drawer. It didn't take me long to formulate a plan for the evening as I was driving away from the park. I stopped by the Italian restaurant that we both love so much and got takeout including a trio of delectable desserts then I visited the ice cream parlor next door and restocked our freezer with a few pints we can indulge in later; although, the only thing I really want to indulge in tonight is my husband.

I look around the kitchen, making sure everything is ready. The chicken parmesan, baked ziti, crostini, and garlic bread are in the oven on warm while the Caesar salad, bruschetta tomatoes, prosciutto and melon, and sparkling cider are all in the fridge chilling. The table is dressed in a long soft white lace runner, a bouquet of wildflowers I stopped along the road and picked in a large crystal vase, two lit red tapers with wax dripping in a pool on the delicate cloth, and two place setting of our wedding china and crystal champagne flutes.

Suddenly, I hear a key in the front door and excitement causes my heart to pound. Tonight is going to be so good. I nervously run my hands down my gathered skirt as I step into the living room to wait on the love of my life. I took extra care this afternoon getting ready for our impromptu date. I washed and deep conditioned my hair then styled it with wide curls that fall softly over my shoulders and down my back. I applied just a touch of makeup, nothing too heavy, and put a coat of deep pink polish on my fingers and toes. Luckily, I had a salon and spa appointment earlier in the week so my body is perfectly free of stubble. The hardest decision I had was what to wear to greet him. I thought about answering the door wearing nothing but a pair of skyscraper stilettos or one of his shirts but I decided on a new dress that he hasn't seen before. It's a sexy fitted satin mini dress with a sweetheart one-shoulder neckline that shows off my soft curves. The boutique had it in a few different colors so instead of the same old boring black or gray, I chose a pink a couple shades lighter than what I just painted my nails. I also bought the most gorgeous pair of shoes I've ever owned, and I think they're also the tallest. They're the same color as my dress with an open lace floral design adorned with jumbo rhinestones. I know he's going to love them as much as I do.

I watch as Tobias sits on the bench in the entryway, slowly taking off his boots. There must be something weighing on his mind. He hasn't even looked up yet. I hope it's nothing too serious. I take a few steps closer to him, and I don't know if he sees me out of the corner of his eyes, senses my presence, or hears my heels on the hardwood floors but just as I'm about to say something he looks up, his eyes boring into mine.

"Welcome home, baby," I say. His intense gaze lingers on my eyes for a second before slowly traveling down my body. When he gets to my shoes, he breaks out into a sexy smirk and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"This is a surprise," he says as he gets up and saunters my way. He takes me in his arms and lowers his lips to mine. The kiss is searing, burning straight to my soul. I clutch him tighter as our mouths move together aggressively, our tongues lashing out at each other's. Our pants synchronize when he pulls away. "Love those shoes," he mutters. He seems to remember something and looks around, befuddled. "Where are the kids?"

"Zane wanted Tyler to spend the night so he's at Zander and Stella's," I say, still somewhat breathless. "And the girls are spending the night at my mom and dad's. She invited us to supper tomorrow night. We'll pick them up then. Caleb and Cara will be there also."

"Are you telling me we have nearly 24 hours alone … just you and me … no interruptions?" he asks, his eyes darkening with lust.

"If we're lucky, that's exactly what I mean," I demurely say as I run a finger down his chest. "I got some takeout for us."

"Italian, right?" he says, not taking his eyes off mine. "Smells good."

"Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower while I get supper on the table," I say. "We can have a nice, leisurely meal."

"I'd rather you join me but I see you went to a lot of trouble getting dressed up for me tonight, and I don't want to ruin how you look right now," he says as he drags the backs of his fingertips across my jawline causing me to shiver. "You're absolutely gorgeous in this sexy little number and fuck," he literally growls the word causing me to blush, "those shoes." He presses his lips against my ear. "I'm going to make you scream tonight and all you'll be wearing is those shoes. You can count on that."

"We'll see," I tease, a little winded, knowing full well that these shoes will be on my feet for the remainder of the evening and well into tomorrow morning if I have my way. "Go."

"All right," he says. He nips at the sensitive skin beneath my ear then leaves me standing here dazed. I'd love to follow him upstairs but he's right. I put a lot of time and effort into getting everything exactly the way I planned.

Once I gather my senses, I pull our entrées and bread out of the oven and plate them. I spoon the bruschetta mixture on the toasted crostini then drizzle it lightly with more olive oil and sprinkle it with just a touch of parmesan and arrange them on a decorative serving platter along with the prosciutto and melon. Next, I lightly dress the salad, toss it well, and garnish it with croutons and extra parmesan just the way we like it.

Just as I pop the cork on the sparkling cider, I see him coming down the stairs. It's a good thing I hadn't started filling our champagne flutes because I would have made a huge mess. I can't take my eyes off of him. Instead of his usual jeans, t-shirt, and combat boots he's wearing a fitted light gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He left a couple buttons open, giving me just a peek at his chiseled chest. The shirt is tucked into pair of dark trousers that look like they were tailored just for him. Is it possible to be jealous of the way they're hugging his body? And on his feet are a pair of shiny black dress shoes. I try to swallow past the dryness that's suddenly plaguing my throat but I can't.

"This looks wonderful," he says as he steps up in front of me. He gently pries the bottle of cider out of my frozen hands and fills the flutes. Damn! This man has left me speechless as well as slightly stupefied. I totally forgot what I was doing.

"You look wonderful," I breathlessly mutter, my eyes traveling up and down his Adonis-like body. My gaze flits to his when I hear him softly chuckling. He leans in and gives me a tender, loving kiss.

"We better eat before it gets cold." I know he's right. The food will be much better now than if we let it go for a few hours but my body isn't happy with that decision. It's humming with desire, and all I really want to do is tear his clothes off and take him here at the base of the stairs. Knowing what I'm thinking Tobias says, "Patience, love. We have all night."

"You're right," I say, although I can't help my frustrated sigh. He holds out my chair, and I sit down. "Thank you, baby."

"I should be thanking you," he says as he takes his own seat. "Everything looks fantastic and smells even better. I don't know where to start."

"Let's start with the appetizers."

"Okay." He nods and picks up one of the pieces of bruschetta and holds it up for me to take a bite. We continue on throughout the entire meal this way, feeding each other small bites of the delectable fare, making insignificant small talk, laughing, and pressing affectionate kisses to each other's lips.

"When you came in this evening you seemed really distracted," I say near the end of our meal. "Was something wrong?"

"It was just a long day," he says. "I'd rather not talk about work tonight though if that's okay with you."

"I understand," I say. "You just had me worried."

"No need to worry, love," he says. "Everything's fine."

"Okay," I say. Part of me thinks there's something that he's not telling me but I shake off the unsettling feeling. He'd tell me if something truly important was wrong.

"How are you feeling today, love?" he asks as he clears the table. I argued with him but he insisted on cleaning everything up himself.

"You know, right now I feel great," I say. "Earlier when we were at the park, not so much. I got sick."

"I'm sorry. I was hoping the medicine Isobel gave you was working."

"I think it is," I say. "I was outside the bathroom when an odd smell hit me the wrong way and turned my stomach. Hopefully, it's not a sign of what's to come."

"How was the park?" he asks. "I bet the kids had a great time." I tell Tobias all about our day from running into Avery on the path to all the kids' antics on the playground as he fills the dishwasher, packages the leftovers, and wipes down the counters and table.

"I swear they would live at the park if given the chance, especially Tyler," he says as he sits back down beside me, and I agree immediately.

"I have a little something planned for later, baby, but I thought we'd start with dessert first."

"Dessert? Sounds good. I think I still have a little room for something sweet," he says, patting his stomach. I can't help but smirk.

"Good," I say. I stand and instead of heading into the kitchen, I slide up on the table in front of him. He looks perplexed yet intrigued until I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs before him.

"Oh, holy hell, Tris," he mutters under his breath. "You're not wearing any panties."

"I thought they would just get in the way of your dessert," I innocently say then intentionally bite down on my bottom lip. I swear I hear a rumble deep in his chest. He moves to the edge of his seat and leans forward, his eyes never leaving mine, then lightly runs his calloused fingertips up and down my legs, spreading them even wider.

"You. Are. So. Damn. Beautiful," he says, placing kisses from my knee to my inner thigh. "This has to be the best dessert you've ever served." I watch him carefully as he gets closer to my aching sex but just as soon as I feel the heat of his breath, he moves his lips to my other knee, a teasing glint in his eyes. Oh, you're so gonna pay for that later, mister. You just don't know it yet.

"You shouldn't tease me, Tobias," I moan as he presses soft kisses up my other leg.

"Why not?" he mumbles against the sensitive skin.

"You don't know what I have planned for tonight."

"I guess I'll take pity on you then," he says then slowly and methodically runs his tongue along my moist entrance then over my needy little nub.

"Oh, Tobias," I moan. I let my head fall back as he works his talented tongue back down to my opening and inside me. He is so good at this. I know it won't be long before I'm writhing against his mouth, begging to come.

Tobias wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me snug to his lips. He draws my aching bundle of nerves into his mouth and lightly sucks on it. I call out as I collapse onto the table and arch towards his gifted tongue. He captures my nubbin between his teeth, nibbling lightly. I pant noisily as he swirls the very tip of his tongue around until he finds that one magical spot that threatens to blow the top right off my head.

"Oh, shit! Right there, baby. Oh, God! That feels amazing, Tobias." He concentrates on that spot while I concentrate on getting enough air into my lungs. After just a minute or two – or maybe it's 20, I don't know – the storm that's been brewing inside me quickly becomes a Category 5 hurricane. My body arches off the table as my legs clamp down on his head but this doesn't deter him. As a matter of fact, he thrusts two fingers inside me and roughly rubs the thick bundle of nerves, prolonging my release. "No. No. No more, baby. Please." I barely manage to get the words out as yet another wave of pure bliss crashes over me. He moves his mouth from my nubbin and I just lie back on the table, my chest heaving forcefully and my body quaking with aftershocks.

"That was a very tasty dessert," he cockily says, licking my arousal off his lips. "You're always so sweet." I'm still trying to catch my breath when he stands over me. "You all right, love?" I manage to sit up and draw his mouth to mine. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, tasting him, tasting me, causing my need to increase exponentially. This wasn't part of my plan but I want him now …. Not later. I unbutton his pants and quickly lower the zipper. I push his trousers and boxer briefs down just enough to free his hard length.

"I want…" is all I manage to say before he enters me in one steady drive. I bite down on his shoulder through the luxurious material of his dress shirt while I get used to the stretching fullness. I glide my hands up his back then wrap my arms around his neck.

"Look at me, love," Tobias demands. I lift my head and meet his eyes. He gently caresses my cheek and leans in for a tender kiss. "I love you."

"I love you," I repeat back to him. Somehow knowing I'm ready, he pulls his hips back then slowly thrusts back inside. I hook my heels behind his back, allowing him deeper access to my core and move against him. Our leisurely pace soon becomes hectic and frenzied. Our parted lips gasp ragged breaths as we hurtle toward some imaginary finish line.

"Shit, love," Tobias roughly groans as I loudly moan his name. It's nice to be unrestrained once in a while.

"I'm so close," I murmur.

"I'm gonna come, Tris," he says.

"Not yet, baby. Not yet," I murmur as I search for my release. "I'm so close." He holds tightly to me as our hips collide almost painfully, his face strained. He works his hand between us and roughly thumbs my nubbin, which pushes me over the edge, and he follows right behind. We continue to writhe against each other, riding our orgasms to completion. Finally, we droop against each other, breathing heavily.

"That was incredible," he pants right up against my ear, then nibbles on the lobe a bit.

"Yeah, it was," I breathlessly say.

"I saw some tiramisu and cannoli when I was putting supper away," he says.

"There's also a slice of their lemon custard cake and four pints of ice cream," I say. "Hhm. I guess I was hungry when I picked up supper. I usually don't get that much dessert." He laughs heartily as he pulls out of me and tucks himself away. "Hey, I'm pregnant with your twins. Don't laugh at me."

"Don't pout, beautiful," he says, kissing my protruding lower lip. "I was laughing at your expression, not you. It was funny. Why don't you clean yourself up a bit, and I'll get you some dessert?"

"Okay," I say as I slip off the table. He gives me a quick peck before I head upstairs. After cleaning up in the bathroom and relieving my uncomfortably full bladder, I strip the quilt and top sheet off the bed. I didn't do it earlier because I didn't want to give the plan away. I neatly fold them and put them in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. We'll definitely need these later so there's no need to put them away. Before going back downstairs, I light the candles I already had scattered throughout the room. If Tobias noticed them, he didn't say anything. The last thing I do is go to his nightstand and get the four silk sashes. As I'm shutting the drawer something catches my eye, and I open it back up. I put the restraints back down and pick up the gift box, which is a little larger than a ring box.

"Go ahead and open it, Miss Snoopy." I whirl around at the sound of his voice. He's standing just inside the door with a plateful of desserts.

"That's Mrs. Snoopy to you," I say. I feel heat climbing into my cheeks, embarrassed from being caught. He comes up beside me and sets the plate on his end table then I lift the lid, and tears immediately flood my eyes. Nestled in the middle of the black satin are two very simple platinum additions for my charm bracelet, a button and a bean. I set the box down and wrap my arms around my thoughtful husband. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he says as he kisses my temple. "I was getting worried about you. I should have known better. You always know how to set the right atmosphere for us."

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Speaking of surprises, what were you doing in my nightstand, not that I mind?" he asks. "I thought the charms were safe in there. I guess I'll have to find a better hiding place from now on." I let go of him and pull the silk sashes out of his drawer, letting them dangle precariously off the tip of one finger.

"You want me to tie you up again?" he asks. I slowly shake my head. I can tell by his sharp intake of breath that this surprises him. "You want to tie me to the bed?" His timber is low … throaty … sultry. If I'm not mistaken, he likes my idea. But there's also an edge to his voice that I can't quite pinpoint. I hope I'm not wrong about this.

"Very much, baby. I did say that I had a little something planned for this evening," I say with an innocent shrug of the shoulders. "You've tortured me twice now. I think it's time for a little payback." He steps closer to me, his penetrating gaze on mine, and runs the sashes through his fingertips as he contemplates my request.

"Who am I to say no? You did the same thing for me," he says. "I wouldn't want you to blindfold me though, love." I understand why he wouldn't want that. Being restrained and in total darkness might trigger his fear of confinement, even if I were going down on him.

"I had no intention of doing that. I want to look you in the eye when I finally let you come," I say and he visibly swallows.

"All right then," he huskily murmurs.

"Are you absolutely certain, Tobias?" I ask, second guessing my plan. "I would never want to push you into doing something you're not comfortable with."

"I'm completely sure, love," he says. "I'm all yours to do with as you please." I can't help the grin that spreads over my face. I've always wanted complete control in the bedroom but was too chicken to ask. I never thought he would be okay with it but now that I know he is, I'm not wasting any time. I slowly circle him like a voracious lion eyeing its prey. I sit down on the end of the bed and seductively cross my legs.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you. Now strip."

"As you wish." He sexily smirks as he moves his hands to the buttons of his fitted shirt then proceeds to slowly expose an inch of his well-defined chest to me at a time. Once it's hanging open, he shrugs it off his shoulders, and it sails to the floor, landing at his feet. As he toes off his shoes, he moves his hands to the waistband of his trousers. He lowers his pants, revealing the sexy little pair of black boxer briefs, which are tented by his desire. He's looking forward to our little game just as much as I am. I tightly press my thighs together, squirming a little in my seat, trying to control the rampant throb as he kicks his pants out of the way then leans down and removes his socks. My mouth goes dry with anticipation as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs. He pulls one side down a little then the other side, testing me.

"Right now might not be the best time to tease me, Tobias Eaton," I huskily say. "You do want to come again tonight, right?" He nods with understanding and pushes his boxer briefs down and then he's standing in front of me completely nude, fully erect, and ready to go. It's a powerful sight to see and it's not the first time I wonder how he fits inside me. Suddenly, I realize tonight doesn't have to be just about tying him up. This can be about anything I want it to be. My eyes slowly roam from his face, down his magnificent body to his toes then back up again. I clear my dry throat and say, "Touch yourself, baby. I want to see how you give yourself pleasure; I want to see you make yourself come." I keep my eyes on his and they darken considerably as he lets my request sink in. "Make yourself come for me, Tobias."

He very deliberately runs his tongue down his palm then wraps his right hand around the base of his shaft and slowly strokes his fist up and down from root to tip again and again. My heart thuds painfully in my chest, and I stop breathing as he gives himself pleasure. He is absolutely gorgeous, so manly and virile. I drag air into my throbbing lungs when I forget to breathe as I glance up into his eyes, which are solely focused on me, but I can't keep myself from focusing on his hands. His grip tightens and loosens around his shaft but the speed stays the same, slow and teasing. He's enjoying this. His other hand snakes down and lightly tugs on his testicles a few times then it moves away, caressing his inner thigh.

My mouth goes as dry as the Sahara Dessert as I watch the display before me. He's sexy as hell. Every muscle in his body is taut as he pleasures himself. His face is concentrating on the task at hand, his mouth hanging open, breath coming in short, shallow pants. His toes are flexing and relaxing like mine do when I'm building toward an orgasm. He strokes himself faster, his grip obviously tighter. The hand that's rubbing the inside of his thigh moves to cup his balls again. He plays with them a little, making himself moan deeply then moves it back to his thigh. He shifts his body, leaning forward to grab the bedpost with his free hand and grasps himself from a slightly different angle. His fist blurs and his panting intensifies. He's so close. Suddenly, his whole body tenses and he grunts long and low as he let's go all over his hand and stomach. He strokes and squeezes himself until every last drop has been wrung from him then he drops his hand to his side. He's completely sated at the moment and he's … beautiful. I lean over and pick up his boxer briefs then thoroughly clean him up while his chest still heaves. I feel his gaze burning into me, and when I raise my eyes to his, he drags me up his body. His lips crash into mine with a dizzying, deep-seated need. I melt into him for a moment, my body desperately wanting his, but I suddenly remember I'm taking the lead and gently push him away.

"No way, big boy. I'm in charge here. And I think it's time for you to get on the bed. I'm going to tie you up now."

"You still have your dress on."

"I'm well aware of that, baby," I say as I drag my fingertips across his rock-hard abs, causing him to visibly shudder.

"Okay," he says. He sits down on the edge of the bed then maneuvers himself toward the middle of the mattress. He lies back and talks me through tying him up so the straps won't bite into his skin. When I'm done, I stand back and admire my handiwork. I glide my tongue over my parched lips and press my thighs together. I can't believe that he's hard again already. Well, maybe I'm not that surprised. My man's a stallion.

"Are you okay?" I ask as he tests the restraints. When his nervous eyes meet mine, I once again second guess my plan. "I can untie you if this is too much, Tobias."

"No, I can do this," he says, his voice full of resolve and desire. I carefully study his face and definitely see anxiety but he appears to still be very much in control.

"You need to tell me if things get to be too much for you. Okay? I'll untie you, and we can just make love. This should be fun for you, too," I wrap my fist around his length and stroke him a few times causing him to groan, "and maybe just a bit frustrating like it was for me."

"I want to do this for you, Tris," he throatily says. God, I love him. "I can do this."

"Okay," I say after I see only conviction on his face. He means what he says. I stand back and make sure his eyes are on me. I slowly lower the zipper hidden under my arm then push my dress off one shoulder. It pools on the floor at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my sexy shoes.

"Fuck! I should have known you were naked under that dress. Please tell me you left the shoes on," he roughly says. "I love those sexy shoes." I smirk at him as I climb up onto the mattress, shoes still on my feet, then straddle his body. I reach over and grab an elastic band from my nightstand and hastily put my hair up in a messy bun. I need to be able to see him clearly. I put my hands on either side of his head and move my hips until my nubbin is pressed right up against his throbbing shaft.

"Are you ready to feel what true frustration feels like?" I ask, looking down into his face. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, creating a pleasurable friction and he groans deeply. I stare into Tobias' face as the sensation consumes us both. His eyes dilate until they're almost black as night. He pants heavily and yanks on his restraints, obviously wanting his hands on me. That must be how I looked that night not so long ago. I press a soft kiss to his lips, never taking my eyes off his and rub myself against his hard length a little faster. Although I didn't think it was possible, his eyes darken further betraying just how excited he is. I lean down and suck on his right earlobe, and he groans deeply.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" I whisper right up against his ear.

"Mm-hm," he mumbles. "God, I wish I was inside you right now."

"Patience, my love," I say, repeating his words from earlier. "We have all night." I tease his ear as I continue writhing against him then I kiss over to his other ear and tease a little.

"How many times do you think I can make you come like this before you're begging me to stop?" He yanks on his restraints. If he's not careful he's going to have bruises around his wrists and ankles. I take pity on him and lift myself off his hard length. I slowly start kissing my way down his neck onto his chest. I run my hands lightly over his torso and up his tethered arms. His muscles are so rigid right now. I run my tongue over my name then I drop kisses around his pecs. I flick one of his nipples with my tongue until it's diamond hard and gently pinch the other between my thumb and finger. I take the bud between my lips and suck on it gently then bite down.

"Fuck, love!" he mutters. I lave his tortured nipple then nibble again and he tosses his head back and groans loudly. I kiss my way to his other bud and give it the same treatment as my hands roam his body, barely touching him.

"Do you like me being able to do whatever I want with you?" I murmur as I drag my lips across his abs, dropping butterfly kisses as I go.

"Yeah." I kiss all around his leaking manhood that's lying proudly on his belly but I don't touch him. He groans noisily when my exhaled breath washes over him and he twitches toward me but I resist. "God, you're killing me, Tris," he moans and I giggle a somewhat evil laugh.

"Now you know how I felt when you had me on the edge for almost three hours, Tobias Eaton, three hours! Not to mention the water torture that took days to recover from. I think I need you to make me come right now. I want your mouth on me." I sit up and look down at him, trying to figure out how to do this when an idea strikes me. I get to my feet on the mattress then turn around so I'm facing his feet.

"Be careful," he gruffly says. "I don't want you to fall."

"I won't," I say. I lower myself and straddle his chest, my knees near his stretched arms with my legs lying on top of them. I scoot myself back until his tongue contacts my nubbin. I jerk away from the sensation then settle back. As he laps at my sensitive bundle of nerves, I lean forward and take him in my hand. I stroke him as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves with his hot, wet tongue. I take him in my mouth but can only reach about the top quarter. If I were to go deeper, I would pull myself away from his mouth and I don't want that. I suck on his head then tease him with my tongue as he sucks, nibbles, and licks my womanhood. Damn, my body is rushing toward an orgasm like a runaway train. I release him and push myself back against his mouth as he continues his ministrations. "You're gonna make me come, baby." I moan as the pressure builds and builds. My hips writhe in time with his efforts then I come unraveled. The release is so intense that I have to drag myself away from his tongue, panting and gasping. I turn so that I'm facing him again and lower myself onto every hard inch of him. I hang my head back and close my eyes, reveling at the feel of him inside. I clench around him, he moans, and I release. I do this again and again until he's panting heavily. I open my eyes and look down at him. "You feel so good deep inside me."

"No place I'd rather be," he murmurs. "God, I wish I could touch you." He yanks on the sashes. Me, too. I lean forward until every inch of my upper body is lying on his. I suck on his earlobe and continue the clench and release of my sex on his. His heavy breathing fills my senses. I can't hold back much longer. I don't know how he teased me for hours that night. "You need to move." He's pleading with me.

"I'll move when I'm good and ready, baby," I whisper in his ear. I continue my calculated teasing until I can no longer stand it myself. I sit back and use my knees to push off of him then let gravity help ease me back down. I keep the pace slow but oh so satisfying. We moan together as I lean forward and increase the pace minutely. He starts bucking up on my downward strokes hitting me in that special place inside. I stare down into his eyes as we move each other toward shared bliss. I push back on him harder as he thrusts up faster. I scream his name as I detonate around him. He continues thrusting into me as I ride the wave of pure pleasure. When I regain my senses, I lean back further and pick up our pace, my only mission to get him to come. We move together until he's writhing beneath me. I was doing this for his benefit only but I realize I'm close to another release myself so I move my hand between my thighs and find my nubbin. I moan loudly as I roughly move my fingers over the throbbing nub. When Tobias groans like he's in pain I look down at him but his eyes are on my fingers. He loves it when I touch myself. The look on his face spurs me on. I ride him hard as I circle my nubbin with an aggressive touch. He calls out my name as he explodes deep inside of me. His release coupled with the ecstasy on his features triggers my orgasm. I ride out the wave then collapse on top of him totally spent. "Am I too heavy?"

"No but I'd like my hands back," he says, a little tense. Of course. I lift myself off him and lean over and untie his hands then his feet. Once he's free, he immediately wraps me in his embrace, pulling me close. "You didn't kiss me all over."

"I'll save that for another time," I say as I press my lips to his chiseled chest. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I did," he says. "Did you like watching me?" I know what he's talking about.

"Very much," I say.

"I love when you touch yourself," he says. "It's hotter than hell."

"I'll let you in on a little secret," I say. "I like it much better when you touch me. It feels so good."

"I know," he says. "Your hand is better than my own and your mouth is even better but there was something about doing it knowing you were watching that made it more intense. Next time we'll have to make ourselves come together."

"Next time? You're such a naughty boy, Mr. Eaton," I say as I playfully smack his chest. He moves us so we're looking in each other's eyes.

"You make me this way, Mrs. Eaton." I smile widely at him.

"I know we've been married two years but when you call me Mrs. Eaton, I feel giddy just like it's the first time," I say as I run my fingers down his five o'clock shadow. "I love being your wife, Tobias. You make me happy. I love you very much."

"I love you, too," he says, "more than I thought possible."

"I think you should show me," I say.

"Again?"

"And again and again."