Marital Bliss(20)
“Oh god” became her new litany as she reached higher and higher toward climax. She was close, so very close to orgasm. He rammed his cock deep and stayed that way as he reached across the bed for something, taking her legs with him. Then she heard the hum of a familiar sound. He pushed her right leg down off his shoulder and moved the vibrator over her.
She bucked and yelled as her pussy contracted around his shaft. She felt it throughout every inch of her body. She tingled, from head to toe, she was one huge nerve ending that was in a constant state of excitement.
The vibrator disappeared. Her right leg was released and the next thing she knew the blindfold was being tugged off.
“I want to see you when I come,” he grunted as he started fucking her again.
Her body was still quaking in small mini orgasms as he rode her. She wanted to beg him to release her hands so that she could touch him but she could tell how close he was to orgasm. So she gripped the bonds tightly and used that grip to help give her leverage to rise up into every thrust.
He groaned and she felt the first hot spurt of cum inside her pussy. She loved the way his cock felt as he came. Loved the fact that they’d decided not to use condoms anymore after marriage, preferring skin on skin. They were trusting in her birth control pills, not foolproof, but a chance they were willing to take.
He collapsed on top of her, and though she knew he wouldn’t stay that way long, she relished every moment of it. There was just something about it that she loved. He heaved a sigh, kissed her lightly on the lips and shifted back up to unbind her wrists.
She stretched her arms and moaned. She must have constricted the circulation in them with all her twisting and tugging. Clint lay back down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest and snuggled into him.
“Any more fantasies and we may never leave here,” he said. “It’s like fantasy cabin.”
She snickered. “You just don’t want me to have a turn.”
“You want to tie me up?”
“Maybe.”
“Baby, after that, you can do anything you want to.”
Mischa hid her grin against his chest. She planned to.
Chapter Nine
“Are you sure about this?” Clint tugged at the bonds on his hands and shifted his legs.
Mischa had stripped the bed and put on the sheets she‘d brought with her. Clint was sitting up with his hands bound to the bedposts but she had left his legs free. She hadn’t blindfolded him either. She wanted him to see what she was doing. Somehow, she thought it might be more erotic if he watched.
She picked up one of the small tubs of body paint and picked up a brush. She climbed on the bed and sat beside him.
“Blue?” He looked untrustingly at the paint. “You sure this will wash off?”
She giggled. “What happened to ‘you can do anything you want’?”
He sighed, which made her laugh again. She dipped the brush into the paint and then brought it to her tongue. “Blueberry.”
“Just remember that some parts of me should never turn blue.”
She grinned at him and dipped the brush again. She traced it over his nipple, painting the nub. Then she leaned down and licked over it, running her tongue in circles before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. Clint moaned.
“Too bad some things can’t be blue,” she whispered wickedly. “I love blueberry.”
“You don’t play fair.”
She reached over to the table for another tub. This one was pink and smelled like bubblegum. She dipped the brush and tasted it. Not bad. The woman who’d sold them to her told her to try them on the brush before they applied them to the body. No sense in using something that they didn’t like. Took the fun out of it if you weren’t willing to lick or eat it off.
She moved so that she could reach his other nipple and coated it in bubble gum pink. She licked and sucked and painted it again.
“Pink is good. You know what they say, real men wear pink.”
Her lips twitched as she moved slowly away, blowing her breath over him the way he did her. Judging by the tight buds of his nipples, he enjoyed it just as much.
“There’s plenty to choose from.” She picked up tubs and set them down before holding one up. “Let’s find the one I like best first.”
“Purple?” He shook his head.
“It says its grape.” She dipped the brush and tasted.
He laughed at the face she made. “Not grape?”
“Too grape.”
“What’s the green one? Kiwi?”
She picked it up. “Watermelon.” She smacked her lips. “Yummy.”
She dipped the brush and tasted it. It was really good. She dipped the brush again and leaned down to paint over his abdomen. She positioned her head so that her breath fanned the head of his cock. Clint moaned but he held still while she worked. When she was done painting she moved to set the brush and tub down allowing him to see what she’d done.