unexpected

Chapter 3

Jenn

I close my eyes and allow my body to simply react.

It's been too long.

It seems as if recently I've overthought everything—every action...word...everything—between Paul and me. The process is exhausting, and I'm too tired to continue. I don't know what will happen over the next ten days. All I know is that I want what's in front of me.

Forget that.

I want what's intoxicating me—my husband's embrace, the spicy scent of his skin, the way his erection probes my tummy through our clothes, and the sweet sensation of his kiss.

Sex may not save our marriage, but damn, right now as our kiss deepens, I'm on fire. Like a field of grass that's withstood a drought, the flames grow. Small explosions detonate throughout my body—tiny flares roaring to a blaze and blasting our world. Each is a reminder that there's been only one man who has ever made me feel completely and utterly loved, worshipped, and satisfied.

The one man who is with me now.

A moan escapes my lips as Paul reaches for the hem of my sundress and lifts it over my head. Just as quickly, he tugs off his own shirt, and I'm surrounded by his strong arms. His wide chest smashes against my breasts, and our hearts work together, the presence of the other increasing their rhythm. The faint taste of the salt air lingers on my lips as I kiss his neck, chest, and torso.

His body stiffens as he speaks. “Take me out. I want to watch you suck me."

I'm taken aback by not only his command but also his unfamiliar tone. It isn't like I've never given him head, but it's always been my doing. This feels different, scary, and yet somehow inviting. The strange dichotomy twists my already-tightening muscles, the ones growing painfully taut by the second. “Paul?"

His eyes darken as he shakes his head and presses a finger to my lips. “No, Jenn. No talking." His jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck bulge, and his Adam's apple bobs as he seems to weigh his next words. “We both know that this time together is it. We're walking away from this island with no secrets. We've both been keeping them. No matter what happens, it's time to let them out. Right now, my secret is that I want you to suck me...like a good wife."

A good wife?

“I-I..." I stutter my response as within a millisecond I recount our entire s****l history. It's been good. I've been happy, but never has he ever acted this way. I know exactly what he wants, what he's doing. I've read about it. I've done more than read about it. I'm not sure I'm ready for this from him. Before I can give it more thought, Paul's shoulders go back as he seems to grow larger before me.

“On your knees, baby. Now."

There is a strange duality in his command. Though it doesn't invite refusal, it's also the voice of the man I love and trust.

I fall to the floor, my panties—my only remaining clothing—dampening with desire as my n*****s harden. I don't have time to process my body's reaction to his behavior before my fingers do as they were bid and unbutton his shorts and release his c**k as I open my lips. Musk fills my senses as he takes over. With his fingers wrapped in my hair, he moves in and out of my mouth. Each thrust goes farther than the one before.

Though my scalp screams from the way he's holding my hair, my attention is on him and the growing need between my legs. With one hand holding his c**k, I reach down to the crotch of my panties, hoping to relieve the building pressure.

Paul steps back, the loud pop filling the air as he pulls away from my lips, and my eyes grow wide as I'm met with his stern and unexpected expression.

“No." The word hangs in the air, a heavy weight crushing me until he finally speaks again. “No, Jenn. You're only allowed to touch yourself if I tell you to. Your pleasure comes from me. Only me. Just as mine comes only from you. No more jerking off in the shower for me or your fingers finding your own c**t. That's over. This is the only way our marriage is going to work. When we want something, we have to tell each other."

His heavy c**k bobs with need before my eyes as he reaches for my hand and helps me stand.

I bite my lower lip as his words hit their target. It's what our counselor had said. She was right and so is he. “I'm just not used to you—"

He doesn't let me finish. “Get used to it, baby. Tell me what you want."

“I want you. I'm so..."

His lips find my neck as he once again pulls my long hair, exposing more of my vulnerable skin and my squeal fills the space between us.

“...You're so what?" his deep voice questions. “Tell me. Tell me what you are."

“Horny...turned on...please...I need you..."

I can't say more as his kiss lands possessively upon my mouth, and his body pushes me back onto the bed. As I bounce and crawl backward, he reaches for my panties and pulls them down my legs until the place I want him to be is exposed.

“Show me," Paul demands.

I don't hesitate as I move my knees apart, giving him a view of what he wants to see. I do it willingly, hoping that soon I too will get what I want. My eyes close and back arches as two of his fingers find my opening.

“Oh, damn, you're soaking wet."

“Please, Paul, we haven't made love..." The truth is that it's been nearly a month. What used to be good has become a bargaining chip that neither of us has chosen to barter or perhaps it was that we both found the cost too high.

I writhe under his touch as he curls his fingers inside me. My mind fills with memories of the two of us as my body warms and tingles. He works me like an instrument that only he can play, until my full body tenses and he removes his fingers. The loss is an immediate void, but before I can complain, he leans over me with his c**k teasing my thighs and folds. I wiggle, trying to get him where I want him.

“Is that what you want, Jenn, to make love?"

“I...yes...Paul, stop doing this."

He sits back. “You want me to stop?"

“No, God, no. I want you to do it."

He shakes his head as he pushes my knees higher and eyes my most private area. His lips curve into a smile, yet his eyes remain dark. “Seeing your pink p***y all shiny and wet, I don't want to make love."

My chest clenches as I try to understand his meaning.

Before I can make sense of what he's saying, he leans down and sucks my c**t, sending my body into overdrive. Shouting out, I reach for the covers as heat floods my circulation and goose bumps blanket my skin. Again, his fingers find my need. “No," he says, his fingers resuming their earlier rhythm. “I don't want to make love. I want to f**k you like I've never f****d you before. I want to spend the next ten days making you hear me..." He adds another finger, causing me to gasp, before pulling them out and viciously rolling my c**t between his fingers. The pleasure he's creating edges on pain as he tightens my insides like the winding of a top. “...even when I don't speak."

More taunting and my mind and body are at odds.

He leans over me until all we can see are each other's eyes. “And I want to hear you, even when you don't speak."

I'm trying to comprehend, to hear what he's saying, but my body is winning the war and my mind can't stay focused.

“Right now," Paul goes on, “without talking, your body is telling me it wants the same thing that I do."

Hell yes!

He moves over me again, his thick, hard c**k poised at my entrance. “One answer, Jenn, choose it well. Do you want us to make love like two married people, or do you want me to f**k you?"

I don't even think about the consequences of my answer as I blurt out my desire. “f**k me."

A scream echoes out to sea as in one thrust he fills me to the hilt. There's no ease or finesse, and I've never been so turned on. My nails threaten to penetrate his skin as I grip his shoulders and take the man I've made love with hundreds of times. I take him, willingly allowing him to ravage me in a new, powerful, and dominating way. This isn't making love. It's f*****g, and my body is about to explode with pleasure. My legs stiffen and toes curl as he pushes me higher, fulfilling his need while awakening ones I'd buried.

With each gyration of his hips, my orgasm builds until I'm at the precipice. It's my voice I hear begging him to never stop and my hands holding on to him for dear life, afraid that when I fall from this height, I may never find my way back.