The Gift That Keeps on Giving
I wrote this a while back, about 3 weeks into November when I was supposed to working on my NaNoWriMo project, but these two demanded that I write something smutty about them and would not be denied.
This kind of acts as a sequel to "A Different Kind of Merriwick Gift" but is set after Cassie and Sam have been married for a while.
Massive thanks as always to the incomparable xfphile for beta-reading this one for me.
Enjoy ;)
What was supposed to be a peaceful, romantic weekend at the lake house had descended into a bit of a frenetic rush.
Cassie Nightingale, she of the almost always unflappable calm, was feeling more than a little flapped. This left her husband to finish off the packing, while she settled in the late-arriving guests, and made sure that both George and Joy had been prepped (again) for their weekend in charge of the B&B.
Sam, feeling a little burdened by the responsibility suddenly foisted upon him, was grateful to find that, really, Cassie had almost completed the packing herself. All that was left for him to do was a final check, and then to close up their cases and take them downstairs.
He felt he was probably up to that task.
The weather had taken a turn though, so Sam decided to rummage in the drawers for his thicker, winter pyjamas. Nights at the lake house could get kind of chilly, even if you had a beautiful wife to cosy up with.
Wishing he'd paid attention when Cassie had told him where she had put their winter bed clothes back in the spring when she'd laundered them, Sam pulled open another drawer, and struck gold. Pulling out the fleecy navy pyjamas, he dislodged something else from the back of the drawer, a something else that bounced out with its new found freedom and ricocheted off Sam's big toe.
Muttering a curse, he bent down to rub at his foot, and to seek out the offending item.
Reaching under the bed, Sam's hand closed around the most unrealistic looking penis he had ever seen. And, unfortunately, he had seen more than plenty in his time. It was kind of an occupational hazard.
The more important question was: what was Cassie doing with it?
Oh, actually that was probably a train of thought he didn't want to board.
Not at this precise second, anyway.
Turning the thing over in his hand, he saw a button on the base and, out of pure curiosity, pressed it. It gave a pathetic buzz in his hand, and promptly died.
But Sam's (overactive) imagination could fill in the blanks.
Seemed like his wonderfully wicked witch of a wife still had some tricks up her sleeve after all.
Zipping the item into the side pocket of his hold-all, Sam added the batteries from his alarm clock radio, hoping against hope they'd be compatible.
Well, well, well.
Their romantic weekend away together had just gone from 'interesting' to 'intriguing.'
He hoped Cassie wouldn't dawdle over her goodbyes; he was ready to get going now.
Cassie could not put her finger on exactly what she was feeling as Sam pulled his car out of the driveway and started the journey to the lake house. She should be feeling anticipation and excitement at the very thought of having a whole, interruption-free weekend with her wonderful husband.
But that wasn't quite it.
Then she intercepted a look from Sam, one she couldn't quite read, and realised what it was: she felt impatient.
That shouldn't come as a surprise, she should be eager to get out of town, away from her responsibilities, to enjoy time alone with Sam.
But this was something different; he seemed almost …preoccupied?
Was he planning a surprise?
Although he frequently – and sometimes vehemently – reminded her that he did not like surprises, Cassie wasn't a fan of them either. With her gifts, she could often see or sense what was going to happen and, in her experience, surprises had the equal odds of being good or bad.
So with that in mind, she was determined to wheedle it out of him, using whatever means necessary.
But, as it turned out, she needn't have worried.
It was late by the time they arrived at the lake house, having to take several diversions to avoid a fallen tree, and both of them were exhausted after they'd nuked the frozen meals they kept just in case of situations like this.
Sam wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring up what he had found in Cassie's drawer. He was slightly concerned that she might be upset by his discovery, and he did feel a little guilty, but it was their bedroom now, not just hers.
He waited as patiently as he could, sitting on the edge of their bed, for Cassie to come out of the adjoining bathroom so he could brush his teeth. But the sight of her had him forgetting all about his dental hygiene.
"Cassie, wow," he breathed.
Cassie fussed a little with the negligee, then met his eyes with a hot, potent stare. She sauntered across the room to him, sliding over his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He couldn't not touch her; the satin was soft and warm under his fingers, but it just made him want to feel her skin instead.
"Cassie…" he began, unable to keep his secret discovery to himself any longer. "I found something in one of your drawers when I was finishing up the packing."
"Oh?" Cassie queried, holding onto him as he shifted his position a little so he could reach into the drawer of his nightstand. He held it up and she assumed she had flushed the same shade of scarlet as her lingerie. "Oh . . ."
"I promise I wasn't poking about in your things…" he said slowly, watching her carefully in case she was upset.
"No, it's okay," she assured him, having regained some composure. "It's your house too."
"But it did intrigue me…" Sam continued with a wolfish grin.
"Abigail gave it to me," she confessed. "Right around the time we started dating. Apparently you and I were driving her crazy with all of our 'unresolved sexual tensions'. Her words, not mine."
Sam's grin only widened. He should have known that Abigail would be behind this.
"And did it help?" he asked softly, his lowered voice sending a thrum of desire through her body. "Did you think of me while you were using it?"
Cassie shivered, a combination of the lowered timbre of Sam's voice and the potent memory of the first time she had given into her pent up desire and frustration and used the damned thing.
She'd made Abigail's favourite muffins for a week.
"Of course I did; who else would I have been thinking about?" she asked, surprised by the sultry tone of her voice.
"Well, I seem to remember we got a new mailman right around that time…" Sam teased, and Cassie playfully swatted at his hand. "I hope the real thing didn't disappoint you," he continued, turning it over and over in his hand.
"Of course not," Cassie assured him with heartfelt sincerity. "I'd actually forgotten I still had it."
"So you don't use it anymore?"
Cassie shook her head. "Not since we got married."
"Would you like to use it again?" he asked, pausing as he tried to decipher the look in the Cassie's dark eyes. "Would you like me to use it on you?"
His voice dripped honey and danger, and she shivered in his arms. She nodded, eyes locked on his as her tongue sneaked out to trace her lower lip.
"But not tonight," she said, taking the toy from his hand and setting it on the nightstand. "Tonight I just want you."
Sam was a sensible man; he wasn't going to argue with that.
But if he started making plans, well . . . who could blame him?
They spent a peaceful, relaxing day together, taking a walk around the lake, watching movies in front of a roaring fire, and finally, finally, making their way up to the bedroom.
Cassie was a little apprehensive, her anticipation mixed with excitement as she thought about the evening ahead of her, ahead of them. At least now she knew what Sam had been hiding from her on the car ride out here.
"Good news is: the batteries from my alarm clock back home work perfectly," Sam told her when she joined him in the bedroom, setting two glasses of wine on the window ledge.
"What's the bad news?"
"I didn't bring any spares?" he guessed. "Hey," he said, stepping across the room to where Cassie stood and resting his hands on her shoulders. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Oh, I do want to," she assured him, curving her arms around his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.
Sam moaned against her lips, his fingers tangling in her hair as he brought her ever closer to him. The way her breasts rubbed against his chest even though they were both still fully dressed made him ache with lust and hunger.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" he asked, tugging on the hem of her sweater and pulling it up over her head.
"Once or twice, but I don't mind hearing it again," she teased, divesting him of his shirt.
"I love you," he said tenderly, looking down at her with the sentiment reflected in his eyes.
"I love you, too," she replied, so grateful for the strength and the safety this man gave her.
They kissed again and again, moving closer to the bed until Cassie sagged against it, letting the softness of the mattress drag her in. Sam knelt at the edge of the bed, taking off Cassie's socks and unbuttoning her jeans.
"Oh, Sam," she cried out breathlessly once her husband had removed her jeans, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder, and ghosting the tips of his fingers over her panties.
Grinning widely, Sam reached for the toy, now possessing two mostly charged batteries. He watched closely for Cassie's reaction as he trailed the tip of it over her panties, circling it over her clit. She bucked, mewling a little, and he hadn't even switched it on yet.
Oh, yeah, this was about to get a lot more fun.
"You tell me anytime you want me to stop," he told her needlessly; he never gave or took more than she could handle. He'd been learning that she could handle, and enjoy, a lot.
She nodded though, and settled back amongst the pillows, spreading her legs wider for him.
Sam was a little shocked at the powerful vibrations when he pressed the switch; it was certainly an improvement on his first curious attempt. His cock twitched in his pants, thickening and hardening at the thought of Cassie using this on herself - using it to get off while thinking about him.
Shaking himself free of that particularly delicious mental image, Sam slowly lowered the vibrator until it hovered just over the rapidly dampening material of Cassie's underwear.
"Aghh, Sam!" she cried, hips arching off the bed when he went for gold by placing the tip of the toy right over her clit. Even through the fabric it was powerful enough to rocket through her entire system.
Sam watched in sheer appreciation, his eyes eagerly devouring the way her body responded - he could see the hardened points of her nipples through the material of her bra.
He experimented with the toy, dragging along her slit and back up to circle her clit again, enjoying the way she writhed and moaned and begged.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked, turning off the toy and setting it inside.
"I want…" she stopped, swallowed, and tried again. Sam liked to talk and she loved to listen, but she still struggled with this part. "I want you to make me come, Sam."
"Mm, good," he replied, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Because that's exactly what I want to do."
He slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties, tugging them down and off; he could see how wet and ready she was for him.
Leaving the vibrator off, Sam dipped the toy between Cassie's folds, slowly fucking her with it until more and more of the silicone shaft disappeared inside of her. She panted at the intrusion, loving the stretch but desperate for the vibrations to start again.
Sam watched her, licking his lips as he studied her expressions, waiting until she gave him an impatient glare. He smirked, flicking the button at the base of the toy and watching her eyes widen in shocked pleasure as it began to vibrate inside of her.
"Now, I'm a scientific man," he told her, adopting his serious 'Doctor Radford' tone. "So I'm going to need to try all of the speed settings, but so you don't get bored, we could make it a game."
"A game?" Cassie panted, trying to focus on what he was saying was hard work when it felt like all of her nerve endings were singing with pleasure.
"Yeah. I'll work my way through all the settings, and we'll see whether you come before I reach the highest one."
She nodded desperately, already feeling the urge to orgasm grip her; just the swipe of his thumb, or his tongue, over her clit would send her shattering into a thousand pieces.
"Okay, here goes," he said, shit-eating grin firmly in place as he upped the vibrations to the second level.
Cassie moaned as the pattern and force of the vibrations changed, her hips moving of their own accord, chasing the pleasure that was just out of reach.
Sam had folded his arms across his chest, watching with fascination as Cassie clenched around the toy, her whole body a tight coil of suppressed energy. He didn't think she'd last much longer than the third setting, but she'd surprised him before and she might just do it again.
"So close, Sam, please," she begged when he turned it up again, and then again.
Her body was bathed in sweat now, her leg muscles close to cramping, but all she could feel was the overwhelming, all-consuming need to just climax.
With one last flick of the switch, Sam turned the vibrator up to the highest setting and watched his perfect wife convulse with pure pleasure.
It took everything he had not to come in his pants like an overexcited teenager.
He switched the vibrator off, and gently pulled it from Cassie, setting it on a towel on the bed.
"Wow," he sighed in wonder, watching as Cassie got her breath back.
"Wow, indeed," she laughed, pushing sweaty, dishevelled hair out of her eyes.
"Is that how you used it before?" he asked, sitting next to her and holding her hands.
Cassie shook her head. "Not exactly," she replied, paused, then took a breath and ploughed on: "Would you like me to show you?"
Sam nodded eagerly before she'd even finished framing the question. This was something he'd been thinking about, fantasising about, obsessing over, since his discovery at Grey House.
"I'd like nothing more," he replied, and handed her the toy.
But she put it back down, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. If she was going to recreate this for him, she was going to make it as authentic as possible.
Sam's jaw dropped; even though he had seen her bare breasts more times than he could count now, it still gave him the same thrill when he saw her fully naked.
"Okay," she said, more to herself than to him as she clambered on her knees, spreading her thighs apart. She took her breasts in her hands, squeezing the pliant, soft flesh, and tweaking her nipples, just like she had done that night, thinking about him.
She was still so wet from her previous orgasm, and Sam's teasing, that the toy slid into her easily. Before she switched it on, she looked up at Sam and shivered at the look of intense desire on his face, his bottom lip caught in his teeth.
Emboldened by his obvious desire, she flicked the toy on and moaned as the vibrations further roused her already overstimulated flesh. She wasn't going to last as long this time around.
Sam watched as Cassie moved her hips, one hand supporting the toy as she – well, there was no other word for it – fucked it.
He had never seen anything so hot in his life, and doubted he ever would.
Her movements became more erratic and he couldn't focus on one place to look: her shaking breasts, the expression of concentrated pleasure on her face, or where the vibrator was sliding in and out of her.
"Sam," she sighed his name like an oath, a prayer, a lifeline, and it moved him as much as it aroused him.
By the time Cassie had recovered from her second orgasm, Sam had stripped out of his jeans and boxers, his cock hard and leaking for her.
"I have an idea," he said, picking the vibrator from when she had dropped it onto the sheets. "Turn over, sweetheart."
Cassie obediently moved onto her hands and knees, desperate for his cock now. The vibrator was great but could never compare with how it felt when Sam was inside of her.
On a mutual groan of ecstasy, Sam pushed inside of her, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at the feel of her tight wet heat around his cock. He paused, just briefly, and pressed a series of kisses down her spine.
Then he reached for the vibrator again, turning it on low and reaching around Cassie to press it against her swollen, and so far mostly ignored, clit.
She mewled, biting down on a scream at the sensation. She felt it in every inch of her body. Sam held it there, the tip right up against her as he moved his hips, setting an erratic pace.
Cassie closed her eyes as her senses were overwhelmed. The combination of his cock sliding it and out of her, finding all those sensitive places, while the vibrator buzzed wildly against her clit, had her holding onto sanity, and the bedspread, with her fingernails.
For Sam's part, the vibrator added a whole other dimension of pleasure that he could never have imagined before. The way Cassie's walls fluttered and clenched around him on every thrust had him biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. He didn't want this to be over quite yet, wanted her to shatter around him again before he let himself fall.
Cassie couldn't hold on any longer. She threw back her head and screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, pure ecstasy rocketing from the tips of her toes, out through the top of her head as she tensed and exploded with unbridled joy.
Sam followed her over the edge with a rough shout, spilling inside of her as the vibrator continued its dance.
Blearily, he smiled fondly at the toy as he switched it off. He was so glad he'd found it in the back of that drawer. Not only had it added a new and interesting dynamic to their sex life, it had brought them closer.
If Abigail wasn't a florist, he would have sent her the biggest bouquet of flowers money could buy.
He slipped out of Cassie gently, rolling them both so they lay spooned on their sides, her back pressed up against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked softly, placing gentle kisses to the back of her shoulder. He always felt compelled to check in with her, even when he'd seen for himself how much she had enjoyed it.
"Never better," she assured him, taking his hand and placing it on her belly, twining her fingers with his.
"Good," he replied, squeezing her fingers. "As much fun as that was, it's good to know you were thinking about me way back then. Makes me feel better about all the times I thought about you while I was in the shower…"
Cassie chuckled. "We must've driven Abigail crazy."
"You certainly drove me crazy; still do."
"That's good," Cassie replied, snuggling into him as sleep threatened to sweep her away. "I plan to drive you crazy at least one more time before we have to go home tomorrow."
Sam huffed out a laugh. "I'm counting on it."
He could go either way on whether the vibrator played a part or not. He certainly hoped it wasn't the last time it played a starring role in their love-making. When he asked Cassie about it the next day, she said she felt exactly the same way.
And even on Monday morning, back in their bedroom at Grey House, when they both nearly overslept because he'd never gotten around to putting the batteries back in his alarm clock, they didn't mind in the slightest.