Trust Me II, page 2
“Do we really have to go back to your parents’ place?” she asked, feeling extremely tired and eager to get out of the layers of clothing.
“The day’s catching up to you, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” she groaned, collapsing to the sofa and kicking her shoes off.
“My mum is making brunch for everyone tomorrow, so we have to go back around eleven, but we can have tonight all to ourselves,” he told her, sitting down next to her. “Why don’t you go start a tub and I’ll join you in a few minutes? I need to call and let mum and dad know we aren’t coming back.” Sandra sighed, nodding as she stood. She knew she would need a little relaxing in order to have the energy for their wedding night and whatever wicked, delightful ideas her husband had planned. Creighton kissed her briefly and swatted her bottom with one hard smack, then turned and walked to the kitchen, leaving her rubbing her backside as she climbed the stairs once again.
The tub was slightly larger than the ones they had used in the many hotels over the past two weeks, allowing a little extra room for two to enjoy the space. Sandra turned the faucets on and wrapped the long strands of her hair on top of her head, removing her beautiful necklace and setting it aside. She hated him spending money on her, but this was such a lovely gift, she could forgive him this one time.
She washed off her makeup and lit the six large candles that surrounded the tub’s edge, turned off the light and found her iPod in her purse. She sorted through the playlists and chose the romantic sounds of Yanni, then climbed into the porcelain bowl, sighing as she sank beneath the water’s surface.
Creighton opened the door a few minutes later, leaning against the threshold as he watched the woman; his arms folded across his chest.
“You look delightful,” he said in a low, husky tone. “I think I could watch you all night and never grow tired.”
“You could do that, but I’d rather you join me,” she said with an inviting smile as he stepped into the room and closed the door before stripping off his shirt and kicking his shoes across the floor. She felt the excitement build as he pulled off his pants and climbed into the tub behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest.
“How tired are you?” he asked in a deep tone as his lips brushed her neck.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Since we aren’t going back to my parents’ tonight, I’d like to see if I could give you a reason to sleep late tomorrow.” Sandra laughed, his words promising and thrilling her beyond the realm of normal thought.
“I will never be too tired for you,” she whispered as his lips brushed against her ear, his hands molding against her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers taunting her erect nipples.
Sandra sighed as he caressed her; kissing her neck and shoulder. Her hands cupped his in a subconscious move, pressing them against her breasts hard causing him to moan. She could feel the center of her stomach tighten as his fingers slowly caressed their way down to her navel, leaving her hands to take the place of his on her upper body. He gently tugged on the jeweled chain hanging from her belly button, smiling as she gasped, trailing his fingers further down, circling her tender flesh in small circles as he slipped his long middle finger between her labia, teasing her clitoris. She couldn’t help but smile, biting her bottom lip as his fingers began an urgent exploration.
“Supper will be ready soon,” he warned.
“Maybe we should postpone this until later?” she suggested, hoping he would refuse her rejection.
“I want to make you come first.”
“Beg me,” she teased him, feeling the hard shaft of his penis press against her bottom. Creighton leaned into her neck, nipping the skin tenderly.
“Please,” he pleaded softly. “I want you now.”
“Help me,” she ordered, reaching her hand down between her legs and taking his, she guided his long fingers into her moist vagina. Creighton moaned deep, his mouth clamping on her lower neck as his tongue caressed the skin, sucking on the flesh. She joined her finger with his and together they caressed her wet opening, slowly thrusting in and out of her tight body until she began to pant, the familiar dizziness quickly building around her, embracing her in a silent promise of release.
“Come for me, darling, please,” he begged again, smiling as she quickly obeyed him, her savage growl made his erection harden beneath her hips while she writhed against their combined fingers for several long moments, panting and grinding against him.
“Do me now,” she ordered suddenly, her tone deep and husky. “I need you, hard and fast.” Creighton smiled, positioning her across his hard penis and pulled her down against him, sliding easily into her hot, wet entrance. He held her around the hips as he slammed against her hard, almost barbarically; water splashing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor. Several long breathless moments passed before she surrendered and came again, hearing his low growl as he joined her, his hot seed filling her tight canal. Her body clenched around his hard shaft, taking and accepting all that he offered.
Breathless, Sandra collapsed back against his chest her head resting on his shoulder, listening to their conjoined pants. It was a brief encounter, but erotic nevertheless and more passionate than she would have expected in such a short time.
“You are getting braver,” he whispered against the side of her head. “I’ve never heard you order me like that before.”
“I feel braver,” she told him with a smile. “Maybe it’s the new title, or maybe it’s the ring, but I feel invincible.”
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked her as she raised her head off him and looked into his dark eyes.
“Very much. I wouldn’t mind doing it again…soon.”
“Not a problem, but I think we should probably get out before we flood the bathroom.” Sandra couldn’t resist the yawn that escaped as he stood up and climbed over the edge of the tub. He looked down at her while he reached for the towel on the shelf next to the shower.
“You really are tired,” he said. “Why don’t you go lay down until supper is ready.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” Creighton shook his head.
“It’s been a long day and you need your rest for tonight. Supper shouldn’t take long; Bess already made it, all I have to do is cook it.”
“Who’s Bess?” Sandra stepped out of the tub and accepted the towel he handed her, a sudden pang of jealousy seeped into her stomach, making her feel slightly ill.
“She’s my housekeeper, and before your green eyes flare up, she’s married with a family. She comes by in the mornings after I’ve gone to work and cleans the place and cooks for me. All I have to do is heat it up when I get home.”
“You are very spoiled sir,” she teased him. “I hope you’re not planning on having me follow suit.” Creighton laughed, pulling her into his arms.
“I plan on being the one to spoil you, besides I know you don’t like cooking, but I do. So long as I can have your attention during other times of the day…and night, I’ll suffice.”
“Deviant,” she accused, smiling as he laughed at her expense.
“Go lay down,” he kissed her lips softly, then moved to her cheek, pulling her tighter against the length of him. “Would you like something to drink?” Sandra shook her head as she tipped her chin up, accepting the trail of warm kisses he planted across her throat and down to her collar bone.
“Then get some rest,” he said in a husky tone as he reluctantly let her out of his arms and pulled on his discarded pants. “I’ll wake you when the food is ready.” He left the room as she yawned again, chuckling under his breath.
Sandra stepped into the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She felt like all of the anxiety, fears and excitement of the past two weeks had caught up to her all at once. She was exhausted, and the idea of sleep made the large bed look all the more inviting. She tossed the damp towel to the back of the nearby chair and crawled beneath the pile of blankets, sinking her head into the pillow, closing her eyes as another yawn overtook her. Within seconds, she found the lull of slumber embracing her and she fell into the warm, inviting arms of sleep.
Creighton’s housekeeper had made an odd dish he called Toad in the hole; which consisted of a battered sausage casserole and onion gravy, complete with a side dish of roast potatoes, sliced carrots, bread and butter pudding for dessert and champagne to toast their marriage. Sandra slept for over an hour until the aroma of the food woke her and she reluctantly crawled out of bed. She did feel better, more rested, but felt certain she could easily have slept the rest of the night without a problem, but it was their wedding night and she was just as eager to play as she was to eat.
The food had been cooked as per Bess’s instructions and Creighton was setting it on the dining table when she joined him; wearing only a pair of silk white panties and nothing else. She smiled at him sheepishly when he turned from pouring their drinks and batted her eyes.
“Nice outfit,” he said with a raised brow.
“You seemed to disapprove of my not wearing them earlier, so I thought I would appease you now.” Creighton narrowed his gaze in warning, his lips curling upward in a wicked grin, but he said nothing more. He held the chair out for her to sit before moving to one next to her.
Sandra was feeling much braver than she had ever thought possible as they ate their meal over small talk; the weather, football and politics being the main focus of conversation. She deliberately dripped champagne onto her chest, wiping it off with her finger and sucking the moisture from her digit. Then she accidentally spilled a small amount of gravy onto her breast and did the same, sucking her finger clean with a soft moan. It wasn’t until her spoon fell to her lap that Creighton stood suddenly picking up her hand and pulling her to her feet.
“No more teasing, wench,” he growled, a seductive smile crossing his handsome face. “I think you need to know what happens when you play with fire.” Creighton lifted her hand to his lips, his eyes holding her green gaze prisoner.
He walked her to the sofa and pulled her into his strong embrace, kissing her hard and passionate, their tongues battling; their breath mingling with the sweet scent of the champagne. Creighton’s large hands began caressing her buttocks and Sandra sighed; she loved how he touched her and the erotic tingling he brought to life that traveled to all the right places. The familiar excitement began to grip her stomach and she smiled against his mouth as he squeezed her firm cheeks.
“Still tired?” he asked against her ear, his lips moving down her neck again, sending waves of heat across her flesh. Sandra shook her head; she wasn’t that tired, she thought.
“Liar,” he said grinning, but said no more as his head bent and his mouth captured her erect nipple. His tongue caressed the hard pebble like tip, his teeth capturing it and holding it prisoner. Sandra moaned; the feeling was slightly painful but erotic and very sensitive and she felt weak in the knees. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and as if reading her mind, he sat down on the sofa, cradling her on his lap.
“I won’t keep you awake much longer,” he told her at last. “But I can’t let you tease me without a little retribution.” Sandra felt the sting of her blush coloring her cheeks and bit her lip to keep from giggling.
“What evil plans do you have in mind this time, Lord Vader?” she asked him, watching his moist lips widen to a smile that seemed to encompass his eyes.
“I thought I’d shag you down here and then take you to bed. If you fall asleep on me, at least you’ll be comfortably tucked in.”
“When have I ever fallen asleep on you?” she asked with a frown, listening to his deep laughter echo around the room.
“When haven’t you? What about when you played dominatrix? You passed out and left me to unfasten myself. Very impolite of you, but flattering that I could wear you out so easily without even touching you.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” she insisted; feigning anger and irritation. “You push me past my point of exhaustion.”
“So maybe I should just put you to bed now instead of making you suffer further?” Sandra gasped, slapping the heart tattoo on his shoulder.
“Don’t you dare!” He laughed again, turning and laying her beneath him on the sofa.
“Are you sure?” Creighton slipped his fingers into the front of her panties and pulled, causing them to tighten across her clitoris.
“Positive,” she whispered, closing her eyes as his fingers began playing with her, caressing her labia. He grinned wickedly, taking her breast into his warm mouth and suckling on the nipple once again. She had no choice but to relent to his onslaught of passion, her legs bending to bring him closer to her.
Creighton’s lips slowly moved from one breast to the other before trailing a hot path down her sternum to her navel, where he played with the delicate ring, his tongue teasing the tender flesh and smiling at the goose bumps that erupted across her flesh.
Sandra closed her eyes as he removed her panties and sighed when his tongue traced his initials across her pubic area; it seemed to be a favorite act of his and one she relished immensely. His tongue teased and caressed her until she moaned; his long fingers parting her labia so he could explore her hidden treasure more thoroughly. She began feeling the welcoming embrace of the familiar dizziness she so long desired and moaned her acceptance; the tight contraction of her stomach sent a wave of heat along her thighs and when he slipped his long finger into her wet body, she cried out. Her back arched off the sofa, her hands wound in his thick hair, pulling him closer as the onslaught of his torture deepened; his tongue licking and playing with her clitoris as two fingers slipped into her, thrusting and circling around the upper wall of her vagina.
She felt like there was no end to her climax and she cried out again, calling him by name. He rose above her suddenly, replacing his fingers with the engorged tip of his penis and pushed through, hard and deep. Her legs were lifted higher as his hands locked behind her knees, taking him in deeper and she growled, spurring him onward. His actions became more demanding, more urgent and within a few heated moments he was joining her, his body tensing as he spilled his seed into her, growling out her name.
Seconds turned to minutes as they lay together on the sofa, their breaths expelled in deep pants, their skin moist with sweat. Sandra found her muscles quivering around his erection, tightening and releasing on their own accord as he groaned, turning his head into her neck.
“You are going to kill me,” he whispered; his tongue tracing a hot moist path up her neck, his teeth pulling at her earlobe. “I love how your body reacts to me.”
“That’s because my body loves what you do to it.”
“And what about you?” he asked, rising up on his elbows. “Do you love what I do to you?”
“More than words will ever say.” Sandra smiled at the dark eyes that stared at her.
“Let’s go to bed and see if I can persuade you to stay awake a little longer,” he teased, kissing the tip of her nose before standing up and pulling her gently to her feet.
He stepped to the fridge before following her up the stairs, bringing with him two bottles of chilled water. The room was pitch black and she tried to peer around her as Creighton kicked the door closed. She listened to him walk across the carpet, amazed that he knew his way around so easily, then jumped when his cool hands wrapped around her stomach and pulled her back against his chest, his lips once again claiming her neck. They stood somewhere in the middle of the bedroom; his fingers slipping between her legs, playing once again with her wet clitoris. He caressed her labia, pressing his erection into her bottom, his lips and tongue traveling across her shoulder, over the back of her neck and onto the opposite side and leisurely up to her ear. Sandra didn’t move, she didn’t know how or where to go; the room was so dark there were no outlines of furniture or walls and she felt suddenly claustrophobic.
“Trust me?” he asked her in a whisper barely more than a breath and Sandra instantly relaxed. He turned her in his arms and walked her backward toward the bed until she felt the edge of the mattress against her knees; slowly being lowered to the soft covers. He braced his knees between her legs and moved her further onto the bed, pushing upward against her buttocks and then stretched out across her.
“All the time I spent watching you over the last two years, all the dreams and plans I made to get you into my life, could never compare to how incredible it feels to have you with me. You have exceeded everything I ever hoped for; I feel like a newborn babe, experiencing every day with you as though it were my first.”
“Are you sure you’re not a romantic at heart?” Creighton laughed, pressing his lips against hers; his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he eagerly explored the dark recesses beyond. Their mouths molded together, their tongues battling and sparring against the other. He moaned deep in his throat then reluctantly pulled away, touching his forehead against hers.
“This is why I never fully recover from our love making,” he told her, his voice echoing through the darkness. “You never give me a chance to regain my strength before you have me begging for more.”
“You kissed me,” she demanded. “I had nothing to do with that.”
“Really, and where exactly may I ask, are your legs?” Sandra gasped; somewhere in the midst of that kiss – that passionate, incredible kiss, she had lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, holding him against her body. Creighton smiled as he moved his lips across her neck, nipping at the tender flesh, his tongue trekking out a path in the dark.
“Do you want to sleep or can I attempt to keep you awake a bit longer?”
“Bring it on,” Sandra said, feeling the heat rise between then again.
“Would you like to continue experiencing the vanilla variety of sex, or would you like to spice things up a bit?”
“What did you have in mind?” Creighton laughed, sitting up between her legs, his warm hands caressing her torso and breasts.
