Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 by Mara Leigh Read Free Book Online

ran his hands down my arms, gently massaging, before he moved up to my shoulders and neck. As his thumbs pressed out the knots and tension, we started to feel normal again, like us, and I’d never been more in love.
    His erection pressed against my ass. “You’re still hard.” I turned and took him in my hand.
    His body lurched. “Like a rock.”
    “Maybe I can help you with that.”
    He reached down to cover my hand with his, shaking his head. “No, baby. That’s okay.”
    “Let’s shower off these bubbles,” I said and rose, offering my hand to him after I sat on the edge and swung my legs out of the tub. I led him into the shower and quickly figured out how to make the water fall like soft rain. Under the warm cascades of water, we held each other, and I reached up to pull his lips down to mine.
    We kissed, tenderly at first, pausing to look into each other’s eyes, and I’d never felt more grateful to the universe for sending me this man. For having him be the one who noticed me dancing with my friends at a party that first week of college. I felt grateful I’d saved myself for him, resisting the temptation to ‘just do it already’ with one of my two high school boyfriends, even though I knew I wasn’t in love. I was so grateful that Thom, my true love, had been my first lover and until tonight, my only.
    And I realized what his being here tonight meant—meant for me. The fact that he’d watched, participated, experienced this fantasy with me—whether or not it was logical, for me it meant that he was still my one and only lover. My one and only forever. I’d had no sexual experiences that he wasn’t a part of. That thought not only comforted me and filled me with love, it turned me on.
    Coming up for breath from our kiss, I switched the shower to the soft mist mode and pulled him across the large space until I could sit down on the bench and take him into my mouth.
    “No, baby,” he said. “It’s okay. I don’t need—” His words were cut short by a deep moan as I swirled my tongue under his head, then rubbed the vein on the underside of his cock the way that I knew that he loved. He stopped trying to talk as I sucked on his sweet head, pulling it into my mouth with vacuum-like force, and then slowly licking along the underside before taking the bulb inside again.
    I’ve always loved my husband’s cock, but never more than that moment. I grasped his balls in one hand, his ass with the other, and looked up into his eyes. The heat and desire I saw egged me on. Although I knew my body wouldn’t accept any more penetration tonight, heat and wetness built down there again, mimicking what was going on in my mouth.
    I licked and sucked, I lathed and nipped, I pulled his balls into my mouth, took his cock farther in than I’d ever managed—even attempted—before. Holding my head gently in his hands, he lost control of his hips, involuntarily pumping, and I loved it.
    Watching Thom’s orgasm build—veins rising under his skin, tension growing in his jaw, desire consuming his expression—I wondered if this was how he’d felt watching me.
    My finger reached back to tease his asshole, circling and lightly pressing, something we’d never done before. When I pushed the tip of one finger inside him he came, shouting my name, tightening his muscles, shooting his seed down my throat. It was the most powerful, most violent orgasm I’d ever seen him have. When it was over, he dropped to his knees and I gathered him into my arms.
    We clung to each other, both heaving, both trying to catch our breath as the warm mist bathed us and washed away our tears.
    Without speaking, he rose, lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. We tucked ourselves under the sheets, and then lying forehead to forehead, our limbs entwined, we drifted off to sleep.
    ***
    I woke in the same position, Thom staring into my eyes.
    “Morning,” he said.
    “Did you even sleep?” I asked.
    “Soundly.” He brushed my