Chapter 11
When Stan and Manning returned from dropping Taylor off at home, Prissy had already tucked the boys into bed. After saying good night to Manning—who was visibly exhausted from a long day of doing chores—Stan headed to his bedroom hoping to pick up where he and Prissy had left off earlier.
When he reached the darkened room, he found his bathrobe lying on his side of the empty bed. On the nightstand, a candle glowed softly beside a folded note.
With mounting curiosity and excitement, he crossed to the nightstand and picked up the piece of paper.
Strip down to the bare essentials, Prissy had written, and meet me outside for the main course.
Stan grinned, anticipation and desire heating his blood.
He quickly undressed and donned his bathrobe, then opened the French doors that led outside to the private deck.
He found his wife in the Jacuzzi surrounded by flickering votive candles. Her black hair clung wetly to her face and bare shoulders.
Languidly sipping from a glass of wine, she watched as Stan approached. “Took you long enough,” she purred.
“Believe me,” Stan drawled, “I hurried back as fast as I could.”
“Mmm,” Prissy murmured, admiring his naked body as he removed his robe and laid it over hers on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
As the chilly night air hit his bare skin, Stan shivered and exclaimed, “Woman, you must be trying to freeze my balls off.”
Prissy laughed. “Now why would I wanna do that? I happen to be very fond of your, ahem, balls.”
Stan grinned, climbing inside the Jacuzzi. As the heated water enveloped his body, he groaned with appreciation. When he sat down beside Prissy and lay back, she handed him a glass of wine.
“I thought we could have a late-night rendezvous before I leave for my trip tomorrow,” she explained.
“Sounds good to me.” Stan sipped his wine as he looked down at her round, voluptuous breasts, enjoying the way her dark nipples played peek-a-boo with the steamy water. The longer he stared, the more aroused he became.
Observing his riveted gaze, Prissy chuckled softly. “Like what you see?”
He lifted his eyes to her face, which was certainly no hardship. Even without a stitch of makeup on, his wife was beautiful. And now, with her eyes sparkling and soft candlelight dancing across her features, she was downright radiant.
Unable to resist, Stan reached over and tenderly cupped her smooth cheek in his hand. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, he felt his chest swell with all the love he had for her. It killed him to think of how much pain he’d been causing her lately.
Then tell her the truth, his conscience urged.
I can’t, he silently insisted. Not yet.
Watching the play of emotions across his face, Prissy whispered, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Stan hesitated, then mustered a small smile. “I was just remembering the very first time we were in a Jacuzzi together. Do you remember?”
“Of course.” Prissy’s eyes glimmered. “It was on our honeymoon in Ocho Rios. We had a Jacuzzi in our hotel room.”
Stan grinned wickedly. “Which we took full advantage of.”
She laughed demurely. “We sure did.”
Even though they’d barely had two pennies to rub together, they’d enjoyed a simple yet beautiful church wedding followed by an all-expenses-paid trip to Jamaica, courtesy of Mama Wolf.
“That was the most unbelievably romantic week of my life,” Prissy reminisced with a dreamy sigh. “It’s a miracle that Manny wasn’t conceived the first night we were there.”
Stan chuckled. “That’s true, considering how many times we made love that night alone.”
Sharing an intimate smile, husband and wife intertwined their arms and leisurely sipped from each other’s glasses. When they’d enjoyed their fill, Prissy took their drinks and set them down. As she snuggled against Stan, he affectionately kissed her forehead and draped an arm around her shoulders.
They were silent for a few minutes, basking in the romantic ambiance provided by the soft candlelight, the soothing water and the glittering shower of stars across the night sky.
“This is nice,” Stan murmured contentedly.
“Umm-hmm,” Prissy agreed, her head resting on his shoulder. “We need to unwind in the Jacuzzi more often.”
“Definitely.” Stan rubbed his cheek against her damp, silky hair. “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”
“I know,” she lamented with a sigh. “But I’ve already committed to teaching the workshop on educating tomorrow’s leaders. And it’s important for me to network with my peers around the country.”
“I know,” Stan conceded with a low chuckle. “I’m just being greedy, wanting to keep you all to myself for as long as possible.”
“Mmm, I love it when you’re greedy. In fact,” Prissy purred as she reached underwater to wrap her fingers around his shaft, “I’m feeling a little greedy myself.”
Stan groaned with pleasure as she stroked him slowly and provocatively, gliding her hand up and down his rigid length. Pulse pounding violently, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers. She moaned softly as he suckled her plush lower lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth, savoring the cool sweetness of the wine mingled with her own intoxicating nectar.
Prissy sensually twirled her tongue around his as her hand continued caressing his shaft, pumping him from base to tip while massaging his painfully tight balls. When he couldn’t take any more, he pulled away and whispered roughly, “Stand up so I can taste you.”
She smiled, her eyes as darkly shimmering as the water. Slowly she rose, looking like some voluptuous water nymph surfacing from an enchanted lake, beautiful brown skin glowing in the candlelight. Spellbound, Stan watched as she stood over him with rivulets of water streaming down her generous breasts and soft belly before disappearing into the neat triangle of curls between her thick thighs.
Stan swallowed hard, lust pounding through his blood as he devoured her luscious, womanly curves. Her body was built for sex, for giving a man the kind of scorchingly erotic pleasure that enslaved him for life.
As Prissy straddled his legs, Stan cupped her round butt cheeks and leaned forward to place a gentle, reverent kiss upon her belly. She quivered, her hands latching onto his shoulders for support.
“Sweet, beautiful wife,” he husked, trailing kisses down to the silken vee between her thighs. When he flicked his tongue over her taut clit, her hips bucked and her legs wobbled. He tightened his grip on her, holding her upright as he licked her swollen lips.
Prissy mewled and arched backward, her hands clutching the back of his head.
Groin throbbing with need, Stan buried his mouth in her warm, fleshy mound and went to work nibbling her clit and sucking her labia.
“Baby,” Prissy whimpered, helplessly grinding her hips against his face. “Oh, baby, that feels so damn good…”
Keeping one hand firmly around her waist, Stan used his thumb and forefinger to gently pull back the hood of her clit, exposing the sensitized nerve endings. When he drew the slick nub deep into his mouth, Prissy came with a wild cry, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm flooded her.
As her knees gave out, Stan caught her and eased her down onto his lap.
She smiled weakly, looping her arms around his neck as she straddled his waist. “You know you get me every time you do that,” she whispered.
“Good,” Stan murmured as they shared an openmouthed kiss, tongues tangling erotically. His shaft, wedged between their wet bodies, was painfully erect and throbbing. As Prissy deepened the carnal kiss, he closed his eyes, unbearably aroused by the stiffness of her nipples poking his chest and the pulsing heat of her sex pressed against his thigh.
Dragging her lips to his ear, Prissy whispered seductively, “Your turn.”
His breath snagged inside his throat. When she climbed off his lap, he rose from the water and stared down at her as she knelt before him.
“Mmmm,” she purred, admiring his engorged penis jutting toward her face. “Looks like somebody wants some special attention.”
Stan shivered at the feel of her wet, warm fingers curling around the thick base of his shaft. She stroked him slowly and sensually until pearly drops of precome began dripping out of him, lubricating her hand.
“Ummm,” Prissy moaned, licking her slippery fingers as if she were licking off the most delicious icing.
Watching her, Stan groaned hoarsely. “You’re killing me, babe.”
“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” Her eyes glimmered with naughty mischief as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the swollen head of his penis.
Stan jerked, electric jolts shooting down his spine. “Little witch,” he whispered.
Prissy gave him a smile of such carnal sensuality, he nearly came right then and there.
As she took him deep into her hot mouth, Stan inhaled a sharp breath.
Closing his eyes, he moaned with ecstasy at the erotic sensations rampaging through his body. Cupping his heavy balls, Prissy licked and suckled him with deep, milking pulls that had his toes curling underwater.
When she pulled his cock halfway out of her mouth and sucked the plump head, heat ripped through his chest and shot out of his shaft, spurting down the back of Prissy’s throat. Shuddering and swearing gutturally, he watched as she swallowed his seed with a hunger that sent aftershocks of raw pleasure ripping through him.
Prissy held his gaze as his shaft pulsed rhythmically inside her mouth. Only when his erection had softened did she slowly release him, a sultry smile teasing her lips.
“I love the way you taste,” she whispered.
Stan groaned, sinking back into the water before his knees buckled under him. Prissy laughed softly as he pulled her back onto his lap and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.
“How is it possible,” she murmured against his mouth, “that we’ve been married fifteen years, have five kids and still have sex like there’s no tomorrow?”
Stan chuckled. “I don’t know,” he teased, sucking her lower lip, “but I damn sure ain’t complaining. Are you?”
“Oh, no, far from it. A healthy sex life is a very important component of a successful marriage.”
“Umm-hmm,” Stan purred, reaching between her thighs, “I couldn’t agree more.”
“In fact—” Prissy broke off with a soft moan as he slipped his middle finger inside her warm, fleshy core.
“In fact?” he prompted, sensually stroking her.
She gave a low, husky laugh that tightened his groin. “I, um, lost my train of thought.”
“Mmm. Too bad.” Stan kissed her arched throat as he pushed a second finger into her, making her groan and writhe on his lap.
As his erection swelled against her shapely butt, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “I want you to take me from behind.”
She’d barely completed the throaty command before Stan lifted her from his lap, set her down on her knees and knelt behind her. Bracing her hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi, Prissy parted her legs and bent slightly forward as he rubbed his engorged penis along her cleft. The erotic friction made them both shudder deeply with arousal.
Prissy looked over her shoulder at Stan, their hungry gazes locking as he slowly entered her. As her tight, succulent walls gripped his shaft, he groaned thickly and squeezed his eyes shut, already on the verge of exploding.
Trying like hell to pace himself, he began moving inside her with deep, measured thrusts that made her moan with pleasure.
Opening his heavy-lidded eyes, he reached around her body to cup her swaying breasts, brushing his thumbs across her distended nipples. She shivered hard and gyrated her hips to the rhythm of his long, thick strokes.
Soon their guttural cries and moans pierced the night as they rocked together under the silvery moonlight, the steamy water lapping at their joined bodies. Stan watched Prissy’s face contort with ecstasy as he pumped in and out of her, his pelvis slapping against the lush roundness of her ass.
Heart thundering, sweat sheening his brow, he wound her hair around his fist and tugged her head back, then leaned down to bite the side of her neck.
Prissy cried out and shuddered against him.
When she retaliated by reaching between her legs and squeezing his swollen sac, he swore hoarsely as jolts of raw pleasure screamed down his spine.
Moments later they erupted violently together, gasping each other’s names as Stan shot his seed into her convulsing womb.
After ejaculating for what seemed like hours, he collapsed against her, clasping her trembling body to his as their ragged pants filled the air.
Minutes passed before Prissy whispered, “Do you think the kids heard us?”
Stan chuckled, nipping her shoulder. “Guess we’ll find out in the morning if they give us strange looks.”
Prissy let out a soft, breathy laugh. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to hold back my screams.”
“I wish you hadn’t,” Stan murmured, caressing the delectable swell of her butt. “You know I love to hear you scream.”
She grinned over her shoulder at him. “That definitely would have woken them up.”
He smiled, brushing his lips over hers. “Let’s go inside, sweetheart.”
“Mmm, yeah. I’m starting to pucker.”
Chuckling, Stan stood and climbed out of the Jacuzzi, then lifted Prissy out and set her down, enjoying the delicious slide of her wet, naked skin against his.
As they helped each other into their robes, Prissy smiled up at him. “Are you ready for bed?”
“Yeah”— Stan bent and swept her effortlessly into his arms —“but not for sleep.”