I take my seat by my husband and we tuck in to the delicious lunch he has made. Sunlight is streaming into the sunroom and birds are singing. The gardens look green and lovely. Overgrown, but there is only so much the three of us can do. It will probably be a jungle by the time the summer ends.
“Is George not joining us?” I ask.
Drew shakes his head. “He said he’ll grab a sandwich later, he’s stuck into fixing the Land Rover.”
I nod and chew on my food. Is George enough company for Drew? Is the isolation getting to him?
I watch my husband surreptitiously for a while. He seems perfectly happy and content. If he ever gets lonely in the future, we can cross that bridge when we come to it.
As for me, I’ve never been sociable. I don’t miss the outside world at all. Drew is all that I need.
“Anything interesting on the news?” I ask.
Drew watches. I don’t. But I ask him for updates. I’m not going to completely bury my head in the sand and pretend I haven’t created a whole new world out there.
He shakes his head. “It’s all calm. The last big announcement was that the fey were taking over as CEOs of all the big companies and everyone was ordered back to work. It still seems that for most people, nothing much has changed.”
Drew tells me this every day, and every day it makes me feel a little better. One day he will get fed up with me asking. But for now, I cherish this little habit we have fallen into.
I feel Drew’s gaze on me. I give him a questioning look. He licks his lips.
“What are you wearing under that skirt?”
Oh my. Now my heart is fluttering and my stomach twisting. Arousal is stirring deep within me. Awoken by seven little words and my husband’s heated gaze.
Inspiration strikes, and without pulling my chair away from the table, I somehow manage to wriggle out of my panties and slide them down my legs. There is a heart-stopping moment where I think they are going to get stuck on my chunky sneakers, but they are stretchy enough to pass over.
Casually, I reach down and pick up the red satin from the floor, then I hand my panties to my husband, with the very best air of nonchalance I can manage.
The look on his face is priceless. I want to keep it forever and ever.
He turns the panties over in his hands, then his dark gaze flicks back up to me and gives me a little jolt.
“Bend over the table.”
I can’t swallow. I don’t even think I can breathe. Nervousness and desire are fighting within me. But as I stare into my husband’s eyes, desire wins. Drew will never hurt me. He will never ask me to do something he doesn’t think I’m ready for. I trust him.
Slowly, I get to my feet. Slowly, I push my empty plate away. Slowly, I bend over the table.
Drew’s chair scrapes loudly on the floor as he stands up. He walks over and stands behind me. He pulls the tight material of my skirt up, but it’s so short he doesn’t need to pull it up very far to bare my naked ass to him.
I look over my shoulder at him. He gives me a truly filthy wink and then drops to his knees.
My heart stops working. My head snaps back round. Then I shriek as his hot, wet tongue laps around my hole. He does it again, and nothing has ever felt so good.
My fingers clench at the tablecloth and I moan wantonly.
Soft, warm wetness swirls around and around my hole. My cock fills and throbs. My hips push back. My back arches shamelessly.
Around and around. And then over. And now up and down.
The noises pouring out of me are scandalous. Depraved. But Drew says he loves to hear me. He wants to hear the pleasure he gives me.
I’m groaning now. Rocking. Probably drooling. All the sensation is around my hole but pleasure has flowed along my veins to every single part of me.
A bright burst of euphoria ignites, and I scream my joy. Belatedly, my nerve endings tell me Drew has eased his tongue inside of me and it feels better than anything ever has.
He works his tongue in and out of me. Flicking fast. Fucking me with his tongue. I can feel him on my rim. I can feel him inside me. It is heaven and bliss.
His tongue goes deeper and I wail. I’m sobbing and whimpering now. I’m close, so very close. Teetering on the very edge of orgasm at the very point where it feels almost painful.
A finger eases in beside his clever tongue. The finger goes in deeper. It curls and presses, and I see stars. My orgasm roars through me, and out of me. I’m yelling, clenching. Convulsing.
My cock is spurting and spurting, and my joy is rolling on and on.
Magic flows out of me and into Drew. I’m never going to settle into a regular cycle at this rate, and I don’t even care.
Drew pulls me up into his arms and holds me as the waves of my bliss slowly recede from my mind, and the aftershocks of my peak tremble through my body.
Slowly my lungs remember how to breathe and the world takes shape around me. My naked ass is on the table. My head is on Drew’s shoulder and my arms are around his back. His arms are around me too. Drew is holding me, and everything is wonderful.
“All good?” he asks.
I nod and then remember he likes to hear me say it. “All good.”
But that’s a lie. Everything is far, far beyond good.
It’s all perfect.
