Chapter Six
Hannah
It was pretty amazing beneath the boughs of the tree. Sunlight filtered through to make a dappled pattern on the ground, assuring it wasn’t dark inside my little haven. The very nature of the tree kept me shielded from eyes… well, eyes that didn’t belong to the one man who had the right to look at me in my birthday suit.
I’d been shocked when he’d given the command to go outside naked, until I realized three things: My pussy had instantly clutched, my nipples had puckered, and my blood was racing through my veins. I couldn’t even blame it all on curiosity about what was in that bag. He hadn’t yet purchased ‘dessert’ when he’d pulled me to him at Home Depot. His cock had gotten rock hard the moment we’d begun to kiss. Knowing that he wanted me so much went a long way to allowing me to step out of my comfort zone.
Looking through the curtain of leaves, I could see him striding toward me, not an ounce of shame of his nudity in his expression. His cock was already fully erect as if guiding him to his destination. I felt a trickle of moisture slip down my thigh. From the grin on his face, I was pretty sure he forgave my slight adjustment to his command. God, he had me wanting to be every bit as wanton as he was. When he parted the branches, I smiled.
“Fancy meeting you here, soldier,” I said.
“Where else would I go to meet Eve but Eden?” he countered.
I almost laughed, wondering if that was perhaps a bit sacrilegious. “Aren’t you afraid that a snake might appear to tempt you to sin?” I asked, and when a lightning bolt didn’t zap me where I stood, I decided that God probably didn’t mind a bit of play.
“Not scared at all,” he countered, reaching for me and pulling me against his body. “The snake, my dear, is already here.”
Feeling his cock pressing against my stomach, I decided I couldn’t wait to be bitten.
After a long, searing kiss that left me breathless, he released me. I helped him spread out the blanket and when he told me to lie down, I obeyed as he reached for the bag.
“Let’s see, what shall it be? Strawberry or cherry?”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I rolled my eyes. “You are so mean. I thought you really got something naughty. Instead you got what? Fried pies at the convenience store?”
“Oh, ye of little faith. You are lying beneath the Tree of Knowledge. Prepare to be schooled.”
This time I did giggle. “I choose cherry.” Still expecting a real dessert to appear, I was confused when he pulled a bottle out of the bag. Before I could ask if it was some sort of drink, he straddled my hips and flipped the lid.
“Lie back.” Once I was prone again, he squeezed the bottle and a drizzle of oil dripped into the valley of my breasts. My nipples instantly tightened further as he continued to squeeze the bottle until a line ran down my middle and pooled in my navel.
After squirting some onto his palm, he set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together. When his hands hovered over me, as if indecisive about where to land, I arched my back, silently offering him a destination. He grinned and settled them on my shoulders instead. I honestly couldn’t complain because the massage he began felt heavenly. I moaned but then crinkled my nose.
“I said cherry. I’m smelling strawberries.”
“Just wait,” he said. “We’ve only just begun. Now, close your eyes and just relax, or I’ll pull out the blindfold.”
“You bought a blindfold?”
“Yes, among other things.”
When I opened my mouth to ask what other things, he placed a slick finger against my lips.
“Your Eden doesn’t only provide privacy, it provides a great many switches. Unless you want to learn how one feels against your ass, I suggest you stop asking questions.”
Since I’d parted those branches myself, I knew he was right. So instead of a question, after he lifted his finger, I licked my lips… slowly. My tongue swept along the bottom and then the top. His fingers stilled and his eyes went darker. “Yup, definitely strawberry.”
He bent to kiss me, tasting the oil himself. His tongue invaded, his teeth nipped the lip I’d just stroked, and he didn’t sit back until I was groaning. “You’ll have your turn, but for now, it’s mine, and I’m not going to let you come until every inch of you is oiled and every muscle is quivering. Any more questions or comments?”
“No… no, sir,” I said, already trembling from nothing more than a kiss. He applied more oil to his hands and then ran them down my arms. Every one of my fingers received its own massage, and all the while, my nipples and pussy ached for their turn. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders when he bent to draw a nipple into his mouth, suckling so softly, giving tiny little flicks of his tongue until I was writhing. But when he took it between his teeth and bit down, I was shocked to feel my sex clutching. I’d read that some women came from breast play alone, but had never believed it. The pressure grew as he pulled his head back, taking my nipple with it until I was arching again.
“Oh… oh, God!” I cried, my hands dropping from him to grip the blanket at my side. It was too much and yet then it wasn’t. His tongue replaced his teeth, soothing the bite and when he moved to lick down the hillock of my left breast, laved the valley with long strokes of his tongue before climbing the slope of my right breast, I was begging.
“Please, Brett… I need you in me… I-I can’t wait.”
“Yes, you can,” he countered, the words coming out in puffs of warm air against my goose-pebbled skin. “The slower you eat, the longer you enjoy every little bite.” He treated my right nipple to the same attention, my body burning with the fire he was stoking with every lick, every nibble, every tug. Even when he moved to straddle my legs and bent his head to trace the line of oil down my middle, he continued the massage of my breasts. His fingers plucked, rolled, tugged, and twisted my nipples until they were swollen and as red as the ripe berries that shared the same name as the oil he’d coated them with. When he dipped his tongue into my navel, my heels drummed against the blanket, and I quivered in expectation as to his next destination. He’d find he didn’t need oil as I was soaked.
“Turn over.”
“Wha… what?”
“Onto your tummy.”
“Aren’t you… didn’t you forget something?” I asked, having been positive that my needy pussy was going to be worshipped next.
“Well, I did leave my pocketknife in my jeans, but I guess I could snap off one of these branches easily enough.”
It took my brain a second to process what he was saying, but when it did, I rolled over. Granted, it came with a sigh. I mean, seriously? Who could blame a girl? He’d been enjoying his dessert for a long-ass time, and I was about to implode!
Laying my face against my folded arms, I felt him move my hair to drape over my shoulder. A new stream of oil was drizzled along my spine and I closed my eyes. There was some value in patience. My body was still a bit achy from the morning run, and he had such incredible hands and fingers. The nape of my neck, my shoulders, and every vertebra was massaged.
I clenched my butt when I felt his hands glide down, but then remembered that despite his little threat about the convenience of a switch, this wasn’t about punishment. Just as he’d not missed a single inch of my ass last night, he didn’t now. Fingers dug into my skin, hands massaged each lobe until I felt like a limp noodle. This time he didn’t tell me to roll over, he simply flipped me himself. I discovered that at some point, he’d dipped back into his goodie bag and now dangled a black blindfold in front of my face.
“Okay, baby, let’s add a bit of sensory deprivation. Lift your head.”
Wondering how I found the strength, I did and he tied the cloth over my eyes.
“Can you see anything?”
“No.”
“Great. Put your arms over your head and keep them there.” Once I had, linking my fingers together, he said, “Bend your knees and pull them up to your ass.”
A moment later, I felt his hands on my raised knees.
“I need your legs apart, babe,” he said, pressing my knees down.
I felt like a frog on the lab table in school, but was pretty sure that dissection wasn’t what he had in mind. The dribble of oil I felt landing on the top of my mound moved my thoughts back where they belonged… to the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.
“Hmmm,” I purred as he began to spread the oil over my sex. Fingers slid with ease over my denuded skin, and I felt my labia lips being spread apart. I didn’t twitch until I felt a finger move across my taint and begin to circle my anus.
“Easy,” he said softly. “Just relax.”
Easy for him to say, difficult for me to obey. A touch running through the lips of my sex to circle my clit helped—a lot. I’d been primed to come for the last half-hour and just that touch had my need ratcheting higher. The pressure against my pucker wasn’t totally unfamiliar as he’d pushed a finger into my ass last night. Still, I gave a soft yip when I felt something beginning to press inside.
“That better not be a zucchini,” I said.
Everything stopped. The finger stroking my pussy and the one pressing against my butthole.
“Did you just safeword?” he asked.
“What? No… I mean, I was teasing. You know, like at Home Depot.” I couldn’t see him, but I could visualize him shaking his head.
“And that is exactly why we don’t choose a word that can be confusing. Pick something else. Something you won’t tease with or use in normal conversation.”
Since I could feel my hips lifting as if wondering why that delicious sensation had stopped, I gave him a word I actually never remembered having said before. “Persimmon… no, wait. Since I have to ask to come, that’s too close to permission. How about… aardvark?”
“That’ll work.” His agreement had his fingers moving again, which felt both delicious and a bit worrisome when I realized the object at my most private opening was not his finger and not even flesh.
“Brett?” I asked, unable to help clenching.
“Trust me, babe,” he said, pushing whatever it was a bit firmer until I squealed and twisted to the side. “Hannah, you know I’m not going to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding about that switch. Do you need a few stripes across your ass to remind you who is in control?”
“No… no, sir.”
“Then stop worrying and start feeling. I promise you’ll not be sorry.”
Aardvark was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. He’d wanted to explore anal play since before we’d even married. I’d been the one hung up on the taboo aspect of it. I was his wife, his lover, and I wanted to be even more. I’d asked him to help me become more. I could do this. I had to do this if I truly wished to release control to him. Forcing my fingers to link again and my body to relax as much as I could, I took a deep breath and then another.
“Good girl,” he praised, sliding his fingers around my clit. It was marvelous and distracting enough that I only gasped as the object breached my resistance, the flare of pain brief before it slipped fully into my ass.
I moaned as lips replaced fingers. Drawing my clit into his mouth, Brett suckled and I squirmed and wiggled, lifted my hips and began to beg.
“May I come? Please, sir? Please?”
Having to answer had those magical lips disappearing and me groaning at the loss.
“Not yet.”
My protest died before it was uttered as I felt something sliding into my pussy. Something else was placed against my clit and then adjusted. I had no idea what it could be, but knew my pussy wasn’t holding my husband’s cock even before he moved up my body as I wasn’t filled to the brink.
“What did you…” I started to ask, only to have my question cut off when my entire body jerked.
Oh, my God! Whatever he’d inserted into my cavities and against my clit was pulsing. Vibrating against my sensitive tissues. When the blindfold was pulled free, I knew my eyes were huge as they met his. He was straddling my breasts, a sexy grin on his face and his erection bobbing, the crown glistening.
Tapping a finger against my lips, he said, “Open.”
I did and as he slid inside, I tasted cherry. He’d coated his entire cock with oil. I licked along his shaft, like I would a lollipop. I hadn’t taken my first suckle before I gasped around his shaft as the vibrations increased inside. It was like a thousand little fingers were massaging each of my passages. It was indescribable. Brett reached down to stroke his finger across my lips that were stretched around his cock.
“Suck, baby. Come when you want, but don’t stop sucking.”
He may have given permission, but he still remained in control. I saw the remote in his right hand, and he seemed to know the very moment I was at the brink because he’d press some sort of lever and the vibrations would ease off. Remembering that I wasn’t the only one in this erotic scene, I concentrated on pleasuring him. He wasn’t pumping into me, not going deep enough to hit the back of my throat and suddenly, I wanted more.
“Orrr,” I begged, trying to take more by lifting my head, but the angle was hard to maintain.
“More?”
“Ezz, peeze,” I managed, the cock in my mouth hindering my speech. Thank God he didn’t need clarification. Leaning forward, he fed me more. I didn’t care if I appeared a greedy girl. I wanted it all. His cock in my mouth, the pleasure on his face, and the orgasm that he kept just out of reach. When I lifted my arms, he took both wrists in one of his hands and pinned them to the ground, and I discovered I wanted that as well.
Brett was a man in control, not only of me, but of himself. I had no idea how long I sucked, licked, gagged, and moaned. Time lost all meaning as I was taken to the brink again and again, my hips jerking, my ass rubbing against the blanket, not to dislodge the object, but to pull it deeper inside me. I didn’t care what I looked like, what I sounded like… I just wanted to come and have my husband come with me.
“Poor baby,” Brett said, stroking my lips again. “So squirmy, so horny.”
How he could sound so fucking calm when his cock was buried in my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin with each forward thrust, I didn’t know and, frankly, I didn’t care.
“Peeze… zir… peeze!”
“Such a beautiful girl, such a sweet submissive. Ready to fly, baby?”
“Ezz!”
He raised the remote and I watched as he twisted the dial. My scream was garbled as I exploded. My entire lower half jerked and gyrated as the first orgasm hadn’t ebbed before another rolled over me. I didn’t even realize that Brett had pulled his cock out until my scream was loud… really loud. He bent forward, capturing my mouth with his, swallowing the sound.
When he pulled away so I could breathe, I was gasping—not for oxygen, but to beg… “Please… oh, God, please. It’s too much.”
He brought me down slowly, the intensity decreasing in increments, the sensations still washing over me like a tsunami. When I stopped contracting so violently, he held his cock against my lips. I blushed, thinking he’d been very smart to remove it as there was a chance that I might have bitten him. I opened my mouth, sucking hard and within a few moments, he came, and I swallowed every drop with pleasure.
I discovered that the object in my pussy was a ribbed dildo with an attachment that had been pressed against my clit. The object in my ass was not a zucchini, but a silver metal sphere that was egg-shaped. Once I was toy free, Brett lay down and pulled me to lie on top of him.
“I’m gathering you enjoyed my dessert choices?”
“I’m not sure if enjoy is a strong enough word,” I said, brushing my lips against his chest. “That was the most intense, most fantastic thing I’ve ever done.” Lifting my head, I smiled. “Other than marrying you, of course.”
“Of course,” he said, pulling me up until our lips met, and in our Garden of Eden, I realized we’d created our own special sauce of cherry and strawberry combined with the essence of Adam and Eve, and it was delicious.