Tobias and I hurry back to our apartment, anticipation of a fun-filled evening filling the air. I haven't been this excited since the last time we played this game at the lighthouse, and oh what a night that was. I love this game. It lets us get to know each other better as a couple, what we like and don't like as well as what we wouldn't mind trying, and it helps us to be more sexually open and confident. Yeah, I can't wait.
"Sit down and relax, and I'll get us some paper," Tobias says the minute we enter the apartment. I watch as he cuts some plain white card stock we keep on hand for Tyler to use for drawing into equal sizes, thinking of various truths and dares I want to write down. He gets a nice-sized bamboo bowl out of one of the cupboards and sets it on the island between us. "We'll both write down what we want but remember, we can't refuse so choose what you write carefully." We both spend the next 10 minutes filling the bamboo bowl with things we want to try with each other and questions we want answers to. I glance up at him when I can't think of anything else only to find him already watching me, which makes me smile.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Definitely," he says.
"Shall we take this upstairs?" I ask.
"The kids aren't here," he says. "There's no need for us to be locked up in our bedroom. Let's sit on the couch for now."
"Okay." We get up and move to the couch, bringing the large, truth-and-dare-filled bamboo bowl with us. "Since it was your idea to play, Mr. Eaton, you can go first," I say, excitement plain in my voice.
"Why thank you, Mrs. Eaton," he says as he reaches into the bowl, searching for the perfect slip of paper. He pulls one out and grins naughtily. "Hhm. You wrote this one. Would you rather give up oral sex or kissing?" I was hoping he would have to answer this one.
"As much as I love what you do with this sweet mouth of yours when you go down on me," I cup his cheek and gently run my thumb across his full bottom lip, "and, believe me, I would miss it a lot if you were to stop but there is something inherently sexual, intimate, and loving in our kisses that I would never want to be without … ever."
"I feel the exact same way, love," he huskily says. Good, I got his answer anyway. I reach into the bottom of the bowl and pull out my truth or dare.
"Take off a piece of clothing." I toss that one back in the bowl and shuffle its contents. He stands up and rips his shirt off over his head then tosses it to the floor and sits back down. "I love this game," I say running my eyes all over his now naked chest.
"I can tell," he says, causing me to giggle as he reaches into the bowl. "This is a deep one. If you died tomorrow, would you want me to marry again?"
"That's a hard one," I say, trying to ignore the pain spasming through my heart at the thought of us being apart. "I have a really hard time thinking of you with another woman but I can't stand the thought of you unhappy and lonely. If I were to die and you fell in love again, you have my blessing to get married just make sure she's good to you and my children or I'll haunt her ass." He laughs and gently takes my head in his hands. First he gives me a tender kiss, and then he stares into my eyes with a burning gaze.
"If I die, love, and you have a chance at happiness again, grab hold of it with both hands and don't let go. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. That's how much I love you." Tears spring to my eyes and emotion threatens to choke me.
"This is supposed to be fun," I whimper. "No more serious questions like that."
"Okay," he says, kissing the corner of each eye. "Your turn."
"If I was a food what would I be and how would you eat me?" I read of the slip of paper.
"That's definitely not serious," he says with a chuckle. "I think you would be a chocolate ice cream cone, and first I would lick you … slowly until I found that you were dripping and then I would devour you." Wow, that was arousing. "Kiss my ear for a minute in the kitchen. Guess we don't have to go too far." We get off the couch and move into the kitchen. He takes the egg timer off the stove and hands it to me. "This might come in handy. We'll keep this with us."
"Does the island count as the kitchen?" I ask and he nods. "Help me up then please." He lifts me so that we're on the same level, and I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. I set the timer for slightly more than one minute and set it down beside me then wrap one arm around his neck, drawing him closer to me. I turn his head with my other hand, revealing his sensitive right ear to me and kiss it like I do his mouth. A low, appreciative rumble resonates from deep within his chest when I stick the tip of my tongue in and swirl it all around. Then I kiss each inch before running my moist, parted lips leisurely around his ear. The timer interrupts us, and I promptly take my mouth away.
"I swear I could let you do that all night," he hoarsely says. I give him a soft peck on the lips before he helps me off the island and we return to the couch. I reach into the bowl and pull another truth out.
"Would you like to see me in frilly lingerie?" I ask.
"It's a damn good thing I didn't get that question," he says, rolling his eyes at the absurdity. "And my answer is hell yes. Of course I'd like to see you in any type of lingerie. I'm a man after all. Let's see. Kiss me all over for one minute." Why is he getting all the dares?
"Lie down," I say after I move the bowl to the floor and get up off the couch. He does as I ask while I set the timer. I start with a soft kiss to his temple then graze my lips over his forehead down to first his right eye and then his left. Next I kiss the tip of his nose and then the corner of his mouth. I kiss my way over to his right ear, which I linger at for a couple seconds then down his neck to his sculptured chest. I kiss my name tattoo that overlays his heart then each peaked nipple. I trail tender kisses down his bare chest to his abs and then the timer goes off. I look into his eyes, and they're nearly black with desire. "Do you prefer me in a skirt and heels or jeans and sneakers?"
"You might be surprised by this," he says. He's still lying on the couch with both hands behind his head while I kneel on the floor in front of him. "I prefer you in a skirt and heels, especially heels." He closes his eyes and smiles like he's remembering something. "You know what shoes do to me." Yeah, I do. He drops his hand into the bowl and pulls out a truth for once. "Would you rather tie me up and have your way with me or have me tie you up?"
"Hhm. I think I'd rather have you tie me up," I say and I can tell this surprises him.
"You'd let me do that?" he roughly asks.
"Yeah, I think I would," I say. "We're a lot more adventurous than the last time you asked me that question. Aren't you curious?"
"I think so," he says. "Do I need to tie you up? No, but if you want to try then I'm more than willing. I'm up for anything as long as you are."
"I love you," I say, placing my lips on his.
"I love you, too," he says. I reach into the bowl while his lips are still on mine and pull out his first dare.
"Oh my, Tobias Eaton. This is your handwriting. Give me oral sex until I come," I say as I turn it around so he can see. He smiles and sits up. He gets up off the couch then offers me a hand and helps me to my feet. He very gently pushes me back onto the couch and unties my boots and take them and my socks off. Then he eases my pants and panties down my legs, never taking his eyes off mine. My breathing becomes shallow and fast with anticipation.
"You want a little foreplay?" I can't talk now so I just shake my head. No foreplay, Mr. Eaton. I want your mouth on me. Now. He smirks then pulls me forward so my backside is on the very edge of the sofa. He sits on the floor between my outstretched legs and pushes them even further apart, holding my thighs open. "I hoped you would get this one when I wrote it down." He lowers his head and kisses the inside of one of my thighs. He then lazily trails his tongue from where he gently pressed his lips to my womanhood. He very deliberately darts his tongue out of his warm, wet mouth and lightly licks my throbbing nubbin and I gasp, arching my back, wanting more.
"Oh, God," I moan, running my fingers through his hair. His talented tongue moves down and lightly teases my folds, running up and down with the faintest of touches. He then presses his tongue as deep into my clenching tunnel as he can and swirls it around. "Tobias, baby! That feels good. Don't stop!" After a minute or so, he moves his tongue and licks up my dripping entrance and over my throbbing bundle of nerves. I moan his name as a jolt of pleasure rockets through me. He then lightly circles my nubbin, slowly pushing me toward some invisible towering summit. He wraps his arms tightly around my thighs, stilling my hips natural sway while his greedy tongue with the gentlest of pressure repeatedly dances over my nubbin. "Shit, baby!" He draws the needy nub between his powerful lips and starts sucking on it enthusiastically, and my back arches off the couch, and I cry out from the pleasure. "Oh, my God! Oh shit! Tobias, baby, that feels incredible. Don't stop. Don't stop! Oh, God!" I close my eyes and concentrate on my nubbin, his tongue, and the exquisite feeling. After a couple extraordinary minutes, I plummet over the edge, fisting my hands in his hair, drawing him closer to me, screaming out his name. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I murmur as I come down from my high. He stops his ministrations and places a soft kiss against my womanhood. I pull him up and kiss him enthusiastically with everything I have.
"Did you like that?" he asks against my mouth.
"God, yes," I say. "I love your mouth." He pulls back and stares at me.
"Just my mouth?" he pouts.
"I could tease you so much right now but I'm in a really good mood so I'll just tell you that I love every single part of you, husband of mine." I hear him rifling through the paper while he kisses me again.
"What do you love most about me?" he asks.
"Didn't I just answer that?" I tease. He narrows his eyes at me. I put my hand on his chest and my expression sobers. "I love your heart and capacity to love, Tobias Eaton. You never cease to amaze me. I love you very much."
"I love you, too," he says. He picks up the bowl and holds it up in front of me.
"Have you ever lied during a Candor or Dauntless game?" I read.
"No," he answers immediately. "I never felt the need to, I guess. Let's see. Do you have a favorite part of foreplay?"
"Well," I say thinking about everything he does to me. "No, I love it all." I pull another slip of paper out and grin as I read it. "Spread a food of your choice anywhere on my body and lick it off. We'll keep this one." I toss it back in the bowl. I watch him as he gets up and pads into the kitchen. I can't keep my eyes off the sizeable bulge in his jeans as he walks back to me.
"See something you like?" he throatily says. My eyes flicker to his, and I smile coyly up at him. I can't wait until he's inside me.
"What are you going to do with me now?" I croak. I try clearing my throat but I can't hide the desire I'm feeling.
"I think I want to see your beautiful breasts," he says. He kneels down in front of me again and peels me out of my shirt and bra leaving me completely naked and at his whim. I reach out and lovingly stroke his cheek, wondering when the last time I felt shy in front of him was. I honestly can't remember. He holds up the strawberry sauce that I bought and I smile. "I think you should come down here on the floor. We don't want to get strawberries all over the couch." He helps me down onto the floor, and he instructs me to lie down. He opens the jar and pours a little of the delicious smelling sauce across my now heaving chest. My nipples harden further at the sudden assault of the chilled dessert topping. "You're beautiful. I think I'll have some strawberry milk." My eyes fly to his, and he has a lascivious grin on his face.
"You didn't just say that," I whisper, a blush slowly coloring my entire body.
"Oh, I did!" He chuckles then murmurs under his breath, "Love that blush." He leans over and unhurriedly swipes a path through the strawberries with his tongue, his eyes on mine. Why do I find this so erotic? I lower my head to the floor and close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his mouth on me. He thoroughly licks all the strawberry sauce off my chest and surprises me by pouring more on my left breast. "Mmm." He laps it off my erect nipple, causing it to harden and lengthen more until it aches painfully. He finally sucks the tortured peak into his hot mouth, and I squirm beneath him. He's only touching my breast with his mouth but unbelievably I begin to feel myself building toward that invisible apex again. I feel the still chilled strawberry sauce land on my other breast right before he repeats the sweet torture. I'm on the verge of my release when he abruptly stops.
"No!" I cry out when he takes his mouth away. "I was so close."
"Sorry, love," he says, smirking at me. He knows what he's doing; he's teasing me on purpose.
"God, I want you inside me right now," I say between pants, trying to pull him down on top of me.
"That's not how this game works, love," he says. "And you know it."
"Fuck the game," I pout. "I want you."
"Mrs. Eaton! Language!" he says with humor in his voice as he makes his next draw. The aching need between my thighs is driving me to distraction. I squeeze my legs tightly together to try and gain some relief to no avail. "What do you prefer me wearing to bed?" I look up into his face, glowering. "Not going to answer?" I shake my head stubbornly. "I'm not making love to you until we finish the game."
"When's that?"
"When the bowls empty or when one of the dares tell us to," he matter-of-factly says, catching my attention.
"You put sex as a dare in the bowl?" I ask. He nods at me and I smile. "So did I." We really do think alike!
"There you go," he says. "You just have to wait a little while longer."
"Nothing," I say. He furrows his brows at me in confusion. "What I like you to wear to bed? Nothing." I dig through the bowl hoping for one of the sex dares or another orgasm but don't get one. "Are you happy with our sex life?"
"Hell yes," he hastily says before drawing. "Oh, hallelujah! It's my turn. Make me come with your hand, love." I smile at him and sit up.
"I'll be right back." I get up off the floor, run upstairs to retrieve my coconut oil lotion, and quickly return to his side. He's stretched out on the floor, leaning back on his forearms looking like a Greek statue come to life. When I kneel down beside him, he eyes what's in my hand. "I thought this might come in handy." I giggle huskily, and he throatily laughs with me. "No pun intended." I open the jar for quick access when I'm ready. "I take it you don't need any foreplay either?" He shakes his head. I reach out and gently massage his rigid bulge with my fingers and palm through his boxing pants, and he hisses through his clenched teeth. "You sure are hard for me, Tobias. I love that I can make you feel like this. It makes me feel sexy, desired. Does this feel good?"
"Yeah," he growls.
"Time to get these pants off of you," I say, desire thick in my voice. I put my hands on his waistband and slowly drag them and his boxer briefs down and off, freeing his hard length. I can't help myself, and I lean over and place a soft kiss on the blatant evidence of his arousal. While staring him in the eyes, I dip my fingers in the coconut oil and lightly massage my hands together. I reach out and wrap my fist around his length and slowly start moving my hand up and down in a steady rhythm with the aid of the lubricant. It's feels amazing to me. I wonder how he it feels to him. "How does this feel?" I watch his eyes darken further as my small fist slowly slides effortlessly up and down his manhood, my thumb brushing over the head ever few passes.
"It's indescribable, love," he roughly says. We keep our eyes on each other, our breathing mirroring one another. Once again it amazes me how arousing him turns me on. Soon his hips are thrusting into my hand, and I squeeze his manhood tighter, quicken the pace, and add a flick of my wrist, which he seems to thoroughly enjoy. He collapses onto the floor, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. His breathing increases, and he groans loudly indicating that he's close so I increase the speed of my tight fist. After another minute, he arches his back and calls out my name as he releases himself in my hand and all over his stomach. I loosen my grip but don't stop pumping up and down until his breathing starts to slow. I lean over and put my lips on his and kiss him deeply while I clean him up with his discarded boxer briefs.
"That was, excuse my language, fucking amazing," he says against my lips. "I liked you using the lotion." I lean back and pick another paper out of the bowl.
"What's your idea of good foreplay?" I ask. He stares up into my eyes while he thinks about it.
"It doesn't matter what it is but it has to start with kissing," he says. "Long, slow, tender kisses or passionate kisses where we want to rip each other's clothes off. It doesn't matter. I love kissing you." I move the bowl and place it between us. While still stretched out on the floor, he draws. "If I lost all my hair would you still find me attractive?"
"Of course," I say. "Where would you like me to get a new tattoo?"
"I've been thinking about this, obviously. I wrote that question. I would like us to get matching tattoos on either our ankles or feet. There are two I like, a double infinity symbol and baby footprints and names."
"I really like your second idea," I say. "That's a yes." He sits up, takes my face between his hands, and kisses me softly.
"Have you ever had a naughty dream about me?" he reads off the paper he drew, his eyes blazing intensely.
"Yeah, more than once," I say, completely under his spell.
"You'll have to tell me about them sometime," he says.
"I often dream about making love on the Ferris wheel, and I know this is impossible on every level but I've dreamt we had sex on the zip line."
"My wife is kind of kinky," he says with a smirk.
"You made me this way," I say. I pick out another truth and laugh. It goes hand-in-hand with what he just said. "Would you rather be tied up or blindfolded while we have sex or both?"
"Me personally? Blindfolded. There's something to say for anticipation and if you can't see, there has to be a higher level of expectancy." Wow, he's thought that through. "You answer that question. I'm curious."
"Both."
"Will you let me do that with you?" he shyly asks. "After Peanut is born."
"Yes," I say.
"It's a date then," he says. He gives me a swift kiss then draws again. "Would you ever watch a dirty movie with me?"
"I don't know," I say, heat flooding my cheeks. "I guess it depends on how dirty. There have been scenes in regular movies that are pretty hot."
"I'm with you there," he says. "No full porn. The thought does nothing for me." I draw again and feel like doing a little happy dance.
"Have sex with me in one of the places on your list," I say with a huge grin on my face. He gets up and I frown at him. "Where are you going?"
"To get paper and a pen," he says, rolling his eyes at me. "I'm going to write each place down and you can draw it then we'll take a field trip." I'm giddy with excitement when he comes back to me. "I left out the train since you can't jump on and off and it takes advance notice for me to stop one." He holds the bowl above my head so I can't peek. I shuffle through them before drawing.
"The chasm," I say. I look at the clock and realize it's still busy this time of night in the Pit and anticipation and trepidation battle within me.
"You'll need a skirt," he says. He helps me up off the floor and draws me into the protective circle of his arms for a greedy kiss. After he releases me, he pulls his boxing pants back on while I start upstairs. I hurry and change into a new sleeveless maternity sun dress that starts out black at the top then has a band of dark gray followed by light gray and finally a white band at the bottom. I put on my black ballet flats and head back downstairs.
"I like that dress," he says as he takes my hand and leads me into the hallway and down to the path. "It looks really nice. I take it that it's new. I don't remember seeing it before."
"Another hand me down from Christina but she never wore it," I say. "I like it, too, and it's so comfortable."
We're quiet the rest of the way to the Pit, although I'm not entirely sure why. It could be from my embarrassment or the anticipation of sex in another favorite public place. Sometimes I think we're crazy. I peek up at him every once in a while only to find him staring down at me. Finally, we reach the hidden path what leads us to the bottom of the chasm. We look around making sure no one is paying any attention to us then we slip behind the guard railing and carefully make our way to the damp flat rocks below.
"When's the last time we were down here?" I ask as he pulls me down onto his lap, my back against his chest.
"I think it was the night before our wedding," he says, his mouth against my ear. I can't believe it's been that long. He wraps his arms tightly around me, and I relax into him as he kisses, licks, and sucks my neck. He slowly glides his hands up my body from where they were resting on my hips until he is cupping my breasts, gently kneading. I feel my nipples grow rigid with desire, straining against the lace cups of my bra. My heart starts racing in my chest and my breathing becomes erratic. I reach behind me and massage his rigid erection through the soft material of his pants. He moans loudly in my ear as I continue to stroke him. God, I want him right now. I turn my head, my mouth seeking his, and he kisses me fiercely. He inches my skirt up until he can slip his hands between my thighs. He pulls my panties to the side and very slowly pushes two fingers into my moist center then starts a deliberate in-and-out pace.
"Tobias," I moan. "I want you inside me now. Please, baby!" He removes his fingers from my depths and frees himself from his pants. I look toward the top of the chasm but don't see anyone around then I move forward and lift myself a bit. I feel him align himself with my entrance and very slowly slip inside me. "Mmm. Oh, God! You're bigger this way."
"Feels that way because your legs are together," he roughly says. "You are so damn tight. I won't last long." He puts his hands on either side of my hips and starts moving me up and down on his hard length because my mobility is somewhat limited in this position. I finally find that if I put my hands on his thighs that I can push myself off of him. He slides his hand under my skirt and searches through my folds for my throbbing nubbin. When he finds it, he circles it with a featherlight touch. We're moving each other closer and closer to our release, him thrusting hard and deep into my tight depths and me forcing myself down on his massive length again and again. "Oh, God! I'm going to come, Tris." He explodes deep inside of me as he relentlessly circles my nubbin with his fingers, causing me to throw my head back and cry out his name as I detonate around his hammering shaft. When my harsh and erratic breathing calms, I lift myself off of him and turn in his arms. I pull my panties back into place and my dress down as he straightens himself. He leans into me and softly touches his lips to mine. We move them together slowly at first then let the kiss deepen until we're both breathless once again. I welcome the damp spray on the side of my face from the raging river that's flowing only a few feet away. It's cooling my overheated body, eradicating the sticky perspiration that's built up.
"I love this game," I say.
"So do I."