Grace

No, the pleasure is all mine. Or so I think as Travis’s tongue barges into my mouth.

My breath leaves me and my eyes fall shut.

As my tongue quivers and melts beneath his, a shiver ascends my spine. My heart pounds and sparks a fiery explosion in my chest. The heat pools in my breasts and travels down between my legs, where another soft part of me quivers and melts.

I may think I’m a virgin, but my body knows Travis well. My tongue pushes back against him. My nipple pokes against his thumb.

He lowers me and I feel the blanket beneath me. I hear the crinkle of hay. His hand cradles my jaw as our tongues and our breaths mingle and I lift my hands to ruffle his hair. His other hand slips beneath my shirt and the cup of my bra to squeeze my breast, and I tremble.

He rubs my nipple and a moan escapes from my mouth into his. My fingers pass his nape and make their way down his broad back.

I scratch and cling to sinew and cotton as his mouth continues to devour mine. It’s as if he’s consuming every drop of wine that still lingers there, every breath I take, and my very being. His hand leaves my breast and slides lower along my side. It pauses at my hip, then continues on over a quivering thigh. Then it climbs back up and follows the slope of my pelvis until it rests between my legs. Fingers brush against the front of my pants and I arch up against him. My leg grazes the bulge in his crotch and his tongue flutters against mine.

I touch it and he lifts his head to draw a deep breath. His eyes bore into mine, black as a moonless night, holding a sea of stars. The desire in them makes my own breath catch as my heart stills in my chest.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Travis asks hoarsely.

I open my eyes and narrow them at him. What does he mean? Why does he sound like we’ve never done this before?

“I don’t remember,” I answer. “You tell me.”

“Well, I’ll tell you a few things.” He touches the tip of my nose and brushes away my hair. “You’re beautiful.”

He gazes at my breasts and cups one of them. I inhale sharply.

“You’re unexpected.”

He traces a circle around my bellybutton.

“And unless you want it rough…” Travis grabs my wrist. “I suggest you keep your hands off me.”

“You mean keep my hands off this?” I give a little squeeze, and this time, he’s the one who inhales.

“Exactly.”

I offer him my wrists. “Well, why don’t you tie me up, then?”

He grins but kisses my wrists just above the pulse points. “Not this time. I’ll find another way to distract you.”

He kisses my lips again, then grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off. He takes off my bra as well and I pull them off my arms and toss them aside. A chilly breeze blows against my bare breasts and I cover them.

“Don’t.” Travis grabs my wrist.

“But it’s cold,” I tell him with a frown.

He takes one mound of flesh in his mouth and sucks on it. I gasp.

“Warmer now?”

I simply nod, since I don’t trust myself to speak.

He sucks on the other breast while playing with the peak on the one he left behind and I throw my head back. The moonlight shines on my face and I squeeze my eyes shut.

 Travis kisses the valley between my breasts and moves lower. He plants a reverent kiss on my belly. It tickles a little, but I don’t laugh. He moves even lower and pulls off my pants, along with my underwear.

I kick them off and lie back down as he leaves a trail of kisses on the inside of my thighs. Then, suddenly, he stops.

I lift my head. “What is it?”

“I’m just admiring your birthmark.”

I glance at it. “Yeah. I’d forgotten that was there.”

He kisses it.

I laugh as his lips tickle. “What are you doing?”

“It’s proof of who you are, so it’s an important part of you.” He kisses it once more. “Though I think this is my favorite part of you.”

Without warning, he kisses me between my legs. My head crashes down on the blanket as the breath is extinguished from my lungs.

His lips press against me a few more times. Then I feel his tongue against my skin and my eyes grow wide.

“Travis?” I look at him. “What are…?”

The rest of my question evaporates along with my air supply as his tongue brushes against a spot that makes my entire body shudder. Heat swirls in my belly.

He teases that nub with the tip of his tongue and I feel something begin to leak out of me. Then that tongue slips inside me and I let out a cry.

I grab handfuls of the blanket at my sides as Travis’s tongue delves deep inside me. I hear the sound of him lapping up what’s leaking out of me and another shiver goes through me.

He licks me faster and my vision blurs.

“Travis.”

Suddenly he lifts his head. I manage to open my eyes just wide enough to be captivated by his smoldering gaze.

His hands go to his belt and his zipper. The bulge behind it seems bigger now. Then he takes out his cock and my eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

That’s thick. And long. And… fascinating.

I can’t help but reach out to wrap my fingers around it. It quivers against my palm and I feel something wet beneath my thumb.

“Remember what I told you about touching that?” Travis asks as he sucks in a breath.

I shrug. “Maybe I like it rough.”

For a moment, he just stares at me. Then I give him another squeeze and he bends me in half. I see my toes above my eyes.

He spreads my legs, grips my ankles and clenches his jaw as he pushes in. I purse my lips to suppress a cry as I throw my head farther back than before, though I can’t stop a moan from slipping past.

And another moan. And another.

The moans are all I hear now. That and Travis’s grunts as his cock enters me and then slides out again.

He captures my lips and I wrap my arms around him. Then he pulls away and jerks his hips faster.

With each thrust, a wave of heat washes over me and ripples throughout my body, now numb to everything else but pleasure. Then, without warning, it explodes.

I close my eyes as I tighten my grip on Travis and bite down on his shoulder. He lets out a groan but keeps moving in and out of me as my body shakes.

Finally, he stops and something spills inside me, into me. Then he lets my legs go and collapses on top of me.

I open my eyes as my arms fall to my sides. My chest heaves beneath his as I catch my breath. His cheek rests against mine.

Then he lifts himself off me and glances at his shoulder. I see the mark where I bit him and I gasp.

“Did I do that?” I clasp a hand over my mouth. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s fine,” Travis says.

At least he still had his shirt on, so my teeth didn’t cut into his skin.

I shrug. “I told you I don’t mind it rough.”

Or maybe I was just drunk. Now that my skin is cooling off and the excitement is fading, I’m starting to feel tired, dizzy and sleepy.

Travis plants a kiss on my forehead and hands me my clothes. “Ah. So you remember it now, do you?”

I don’t answer as I put on my clothes.

Come to think of it, I do seem to remember having sex before, and biting someone’s shoulder before in the heat of climax. And yet Travis didn’t seem to see it coming. Nor does he seem to like it. Which can only mean I did it to someone else.

I had sex with someone else.

Somewhere in the past seven years, sometime before I met Travis and married him, I had sex with another guy.

I frown as I rack my brains in search of the memory, of a face, then frown some more as I fail.

Who was that other guy I had sex with?