All The Time

Excerpt

EXCERPT:

Valentine’s Day arrived in a flurry of late winter snow, which was a great disappointment to Lainie. Just a few days ago she’d been able to go to work without her coat and now it was freezing. She’d hoped it would be a beautiful, warm, special day and instead it was gloomy, cold and dark. She was planning to wear a silk wrap dress, the supple, clinging fabric would have enhanced her lush curves and shown off her breasts to advantage, but now it was so cold she couldn’t bring herself to slip into the cool silk. She was feeling positively despondent standing in front of her closet. The odds were against feeling sexy in a sweater and slacks. Yet, she needed to find something warm.
Lainie didn’t have time to vacillate–Mike was waiting and still she hesitated. Nothing seemed to put her in the mood for seduction, unless she could go naked and it was too damned cold for nudity.
“I see you’re still not dressed, sweetheart.” Mike hesitated in the bedroom doorway. “What’s the matter, you look positively gloomy.”
“I can’t decide what to wear. It's so freakin' cold and you know how I hate being chilled,” she said with an involuntary shiver.
“Your nipples seem to agree. I’d say you’d better wear something warm.” Mike walked up behind her and circled his arms around her body. Drawing her back against his chest, he pressed his lips to her temple.
She snuggled close to his heat, nestling her bottom against his arousal and reveled in the sense of peace his sheltering embrace offered her. His muscular body supporting her was all the reassurance she needed. Mike loved her and wanted her. There was nothing more she needed to be happy. Nothing, except a penis.
Mike nuzzled the tender hollow under her ear and slipped his hands inside her robe. “Mmmm, you smell delicious. I could eat you up, darling.” To prove his point, he growled and nipped the delicate flesh where her neck and shoulder met.
“Beast,” Lainie teased. He pressed his arousal between her bottom cheeks and she
giggled like a girl. “Horny devil.” She wiggled her bottom. “Mmmm, me, too.”
"No shit! You could have fooled me."
"Michael, you're being mean. I can't help it if I'm crazy, wild for you."
“I love you, too, Lainie. You're my heart.” The slight tremble in his voice made it clear he was no longer teasing.
Mike continued to nuzzle her neck while tormenting her nipples with gentle fingers. “As much as I’d like to finish this, darling, you need to get dressed. Now, put a smile on your pretty face. We aren’t going to let a little snow ruin our evening, are we?”
She turned in his arms and touched his lips with a forefinger. “You’re right. Tonight is too special for frowns.”
He patted her bottom. “Good girl. Now, why don’t you wear the black cashmere sweater dress I bought you for Christmas? You look amazing in it and I like the way the cashmere caresses your fabulous breasts.”
She cooed when he cupped her bare breasts and covered her nipples with his broad thumbs.
“God, Lainie. See how perfectly you fit in my hands.”
His thumbs moved in hypnotic circles over her nipples. Lainie sighed and leaned her head against his muscular shoulder. “If you keep touching me, we’ll never make it to the restaurant on time.” She swiped half-heartedly at his hand when it slipped down her tummy and under the waistband of her thong. “Stop, Mike. I was thinking my cashmere dress might be just about warm enough. Should I wear undies or not?”
“Not…” Mike murmured as his forefinger teased the edge of her thong a fraction of an inch from her clit.
She swatted at his hand. “No, Mike, you’re making me wet.” She laughed and pretended to twist free of his embrace. It was going to be hell sitting across from him all evening, nude under her soft dress knowing she couldn’t touch him. She wouldn’t be the only one suffering, because knowing her handsome husband as well as she did, she was positive he’d be painfully erect all evening. Poor baby.

* * * *

The restaurant was intimate and cozy. Lainie enjoyed the anonymity of the low lighting and private booths. This was one of her favorite places to dine. She leaned her chin on her palm and stared lovingly at her husband. Seemingly unaware of her scrutiny, Mike sniffed the cork of the wine he’d ordered. He thanked the Sommelier and waited silently until they were alone.
“You’re staring, darling. Is my make-up smeared?” Lainie asked.
He grinned and picked up his wine glass and she picked up hers. Mike touched his glass to hers. “To us. I love you.”
“And I love you,” she replied. Something was bothering him. What could it be? Her nature dictated she demand an answer, but patience won out for a change.
She was rewarded when he leaned closer and whispered, “There seems to be a slight flush of excitement blossoming across those lovely breasts of yours, darling. Am I right in thinking you want me?”
Lainie took a sip of wine and nodded. Sexual tension had her strung tighter than a live wire. If he accidently touched her, she’d explode.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered.
Heat spread across the tops of her breasts and suffused her whole body. “No.”
“Tell me you want me, darling, and I’ll lay you across this table and take you now.”
“Oh…” Lainie’s hand began to tremble and the wine in her glass sloshed. She placed the glass carefully on the table. “Mike, you shouldn’t say such things in public. You know very well I need you high and hard inside me. If you take me now, what do you think the staff would say?” She smiled. “Not to mention all the other customers? And, let's not forget the police.”
“Do you want to find out what would happen?”
“Stop it, Michael. Please behave. We don’t have long to wait, do we?”
Mike chuckled. “You’re right. It won’t be long at all before I’ll be inside you.”
Lainie lifted her glass to her lips and watched with great interest as Mike pulled a slender box out of his inside jacket pocket. Her eyes followed the lovely black and gold box as he placed it on the table in front of her.
“What’s this, Mike?”
“A minor trinket for Valentine’s Day, darling. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you truly desire and I want you to know if I could, I would.”

ADULT EXCERPT:

Mike needed to shave. Her finger darted across his anus and he jumped, nicking his jaw. "Damn, now look what I've done." He picked her up and stood her a few feet out of his way. "You are the most tempting, naughty wife in the world. I can't get a thing done when you're tormenting me."
She put her hands behind her back rocking back and forth, heel to toe. The way she was staring at him made him nervous and anxious. His cock grew stiffer. He ached to rub his swollen penis all over her body. Don’t think about it. But he had to. It didn't matter that his cock felt as though it had been sanded raw. He wanted her with all his being. She was the light and love of his life; a fantastic wife and lover; always hot, wet and receptive to his loving. She was always his. His Lainie. His love.
The very air he breathed.
She was him and he was her. They were one body, one soul, one life.
Without her, he would be nothing. Lost. Alone. Dead.
Mike tried to shake off the sad thoughts. Nothing was wrong in their marriage.
Lainie was a young woman and she wanted him. What more could any man ask for? Nothing. So stop worrying.
While he was worrying about their marriage and what he could do to make Lainie happy and not feel so empty, he dabbed toilet paper on the miniature cut. He'd forgotten to pay attention to Lainie. Bad move on his part, because suddenly a small warm hand was stroking his body.
“I'm so sorry you hurt yourself, darling,” Lainie murmured. "But, you have to admit it feels good when I do this." Her fingers slid slowly through the tangle of golden curls surrounding his cock and balls.
Mike moaned. "Honey, we've got to go to work." He was going to have to put a clock in the bathroom so he could keep her moving.
"Not yet. We have lots of time." She tugged the curls nearest his cock then ran her thumb along his pubic bone. “Mmmm, hard. Just like your cock, Mike. Nice. I love the way you feel, hard and manly.”
“I know baby, and I love the way you feel; soft in the right places and womanly." He leaned against her and inhaled. "You smell delicious, like cinnamon, spice and warm, aroused woman."
"Glad you find me arousing, ‘ cause you sure arouse me." Lainie teased his ass with one hand and tugged at the fur hiding his balls with the other.
Time was forgotten.
Touch my cock, damn it. Hurry.
He leaned his hands on the counter to keep from grabbing her and pushing her against the wall. If he did he'd be buried deep in her cunt. He clutched the edge of the counter waiting. Waiting. When was she going to stroke his cock? How long would he have to wait before she took him in her mouth?
Soon. Please. Soon.
She’d begged and begged to touch him...when was she going to do it? God, he could hardly wait for her little fingers to close around his shaft. The wait was killing him.
Ahhhh.
Delicate fingers skimmed along the length of him, down to his knob and back up the full pulsing vein under his phallus. Mike groaned as his shaft throbbed and became fuller and hotter with each delicate touch.
Put me in your hot, wet mouth.
She didn’t.
Instead, she licked her lips and stroked his manhood with a butterfly touch, measuring the length and breadth of him.
Mike smothered a grin. He might be thirty-five, but he wasn’t dead yet.
When had she made him her sex slave? If only there was some way to control her, but in all honesty, Mike didn't want to change her one iota.
He loved her just the way she was. Perfect.
He loved her tempting, teasing touch. Loved the way her hands felt on his cock. Loved the way she touched the vein in his cock. The way she looked up into his eyes with her large, deep velvet eyes full of longing.
Forgotten was his fatigue. Forgotten was the fact he was bleeding from the nick on his chin. The only thing on Mike’s mind was the way Lainie’s hands felt on his body.
His hips bucked when she stroked his balls.
Fuck!
He was going to come if she didn’t stop touching him.

* * * *

Lainie loved it when Mike’s eyes prowled over her body. She could tell he wasn't in any shape now to make her stop. Thank heavens. She didn't want to stop. She was having so much fun. She thrilled at the throb and pulse of him under her ministrations. God, he was gorgeous–fabulous to look at and built for sex. He was everything a woman would desire in a husband. He was all man; perfectly formed and totally marvelous in and out of bed. He was loving, kind and thoughtful, never forgetting a birthday or anniversary.
He was taller than the average male standing six-foot five in his bare feet. She even liked the fact he was so much taller than she. His big, lean, muscular body made her feel feminine and dainty.
The man didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His body was firm as a runner, with a broad chest tapering to a slim, taut waist. Blond and clean shaven he was a golden god. Her man. Her prince. Her lover. Her friend. Her husband. He was hers and hers alone.
He was perfect in every way, but it was his cock she found most fascinating. She'd had sex with a few men before she met Mike and none of them would ever measure up to her husband. Not in length, fullness or beauty. His cock was spectacular.
The man was built for fucking and she fucked him as often as she could.