GET YOUR
ROCKS OFF
Vera swiped a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, laughing when she looked at her filthy, gloved hands. In addition to sweat, she was certain her forehead now sported a gritty streak of dirt.
Since she loved the outdoors and gardening, spring was her favorite time of year. Surveying the newly planted flowers and vegetable plants, she stretched her tired muscles. Just as she pushed up from the ground, her husband’s car pulled into the driveway.
Damn, it was already six? She’d been digging in the dirt longer than she’d thought. He waved to her as he got out of the car and walked toward her. She loved the way his suit made him look all professional-businessman-like, but she preferred him in shorts and a T-shirt or naked. Definitely naked. She couldn’t get enough of his strong legs, tight butt and muscular shoulders—oh, how she was a sucker for those shoulders. She could never resist sinking her teeth into them when they sexed each other up, if the position allowed for it.
“Hey there.” Kane surveyed her disheveled state, smirking. “Lookin’ good.”
“Very funny.”
He brushed the dirt from her face and planted a light kiss on her cheek before looking around the yard. “You’ve been busy. Looks great.”
“Wait until you see the backyard.” She couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice. “All the tomatoes, cucumbers, jalapeños and zucchini are in the ground.”
A smile lit his handsome face, the sun enhancing the natural coppery highlights in his otherwise dark hair. “You’re so hot when you get going about your garden.”
She snorted as she indicated her dirt-stained clothes with a wave of her hand. “Yeah, this is hotness, all right.”
His chocolate-colored eyes darkened as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
She tried to ward him off. “Ew, I’ll get you dirty.”
“I like dirty. C’mon. Let’s take this inside.” Once inside, he grasped the hem of her tank top and whipped it over her head. A frisky glint shone in his eyes as he appraised her naked breasts. “Why don’t you clean up and relax with a hot bath?”
“I thought you liked it dirty,” she teased.
His husky laugh was like a caress on her skin, making her bare nipples peak. There was no doubt in her mind that her husband was feeling frisky. “Different kind of dirty.”
“Okay, but I’ll just take a quick shower.”
“Nope.” He bopped her nose with his forefinger. “I insist. Hot bath. Take your time.”
“What’re you up to?” When he folded his arms across his chest and gave her a mock-stern look, she saluted him, said, “Yes, Sir,” and headed to the bathroom.
Once the tub was filled, she stepped in and sank down. Ah, her husband was a saint for insisting she take her time to relax. Her muscles ached from all the digging, planting, bending and stooping and she melted in the heavenly, hot water.
She took her time cleansing her skin with her favorite coconut bath gel, the fragrance reminding her of the tropical island she and her husband had honeymooned on. They’d been naked most of the time, couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Lying back, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the memory.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Kane’s husky voice called to her. “You’re going to turn into a prune.”
Opening her eyes, she saw him perched on the side of the tub, gazing intently at her nakedness. He wore nothing but deep-blue boxer briefs. Busy admiring his physique, it took her a minute to realize the water was lukewarm at best. “How long have I been in here?”
“About forty-five minutes.”
She checked her fingers. Yep. Prunes. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be in here so long. Must have dozed off.”
He stood, grabbed her favorite thick, daisy-yellow towel and held out his hand to her. When she grasped it, he pulled her to standing and dried her from head to toe, then wrapped the towel around her.
She loved the special attention but wondered to what she owed the pleasure. “What’re you up to?” she asked again.
“Can’t I take care of my wife?” When she gave him the sideways slant-eye, he laughed and said, “Follow me.”
The answer greeted her when she stepped into the bedroom. He’d pulled the blackout shades so the room was dark except for the ten or so white candles, their flames flickering on night-stands on either side of the bed. “Wow. Romantic. Wait. Is that a Crock-Pot on the nightstand?”
He chuckled. “Ignore that for now. Go ahead, lie down on the bed. Get comfortable.”
She climbed onto the bed and started to lie down on her back but he stopped her. “Drop the towel and lie on your stomach.”
She couldn’t keep the grin and giggle to herself. Her husband wasn’t usually so director-like in the bedroom. “What’s going on?”
“Eh.” He twirled his finger, motioning her to flip over.
“Okay.” She did as requested, butterflies flitting in her stomach, excited about what was to come.
He shucked out of his boxer briefs. Her mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock and she hoped whatever he had planned included it. Sitting beside her on the bed, he picked up a bottle of massage oil, squeezed a generous amount into his left palm and rubbed his hands together vigorously before settling them on her shoulders.
The oil smelled fantastic and the more she breathed the lavender scent, the more her mind relaxed. His strong hands kneaded her shoulders, his thumbs digging in beneath her shoulder blades—not too hard, not too soft, just right, in fact—working out the knots caused by the day’s gardening.
“Mmm,” she moaned into the pillow.
“Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
His thumbs ran up the base of her neck to her hairline, then back down again. God it felt good. She hadn’t realized how much her body needed this. He continued the ministrations, making his way down her back, his oiled hands sliding easily across her freshly cleaned skin. His thumbs circled her sacrum with varying pressure. Vera was surprised when little sparks of arousal shot straight to her pussy. She hadn’t known that was an erogenous zone.
With each stroke of his magical fingers, her body both relaxed and came alive at the same time. He varied the pressure, sometimes using featherlight strokes that made her shiver, sometimes digging in deep to undo little knots. All of it made Vera moan, made her want more, her body putty in his masterful hands. When he expertly kneaded her asscheeks, his fingers dipping low between her legs, more tingles shot to her pussy, the moisture of arousal quickly following.
Disappointed when his hands left her body, she turned her head to the side to see what he was up to. He opened the Crock-Pot-looking thing and pulled out a flat, round, gray…rock? “What’s that?”
He just smiled. “Relax.”
She tensed when he placed the rock on her sacrum, the heat frightening her at first, but she relaxed when the warmth penetrated her skin, seeped into her. It was intense but didn’t burn.
He repositioned himself so his legs straddled her upper thighs. The mild roughness of the hair on his legs added a pleasant, contrasting sensation. Taking another rock from the heating unit, he slid the stones up and down her back, her neck, across her shoulders. She thought her muscles would melt from the feeling. Absolutely wonderful. When leaning forward to move the stones higher, his erect cock met with her asscrack, making her want more than the sensual massage. She raised her butt as much as possible in her restricted position, longing for the contact, trying to entice him to do more.
“Stop it.” A light smack stung her buttcheek. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
“You feel ready to me.”
“Uh-uh. Just relax.”
Leaving one stone at the base of her neck, he moved the other down her spine, teasing the dimple between her cheeks before smoothing it lower and circling her sensitive pucker. Hot sparks of pleasure shot straight to her clit, engorging it, making it weep for attention.
“Should I fuck you here?” Kane’s desire-laden voice sent shivers up her spine.
She arched her ass in invitation. “Do it. I need you inside me now.”
“Hmm.” He reached lower with his other hand, his fingers tracing her wet pussy lips. Sparks shot through her when he slipped inside, finger-fucking her. First with one finger, then with two. “But your pussy’s so wet for me. I’ll fuck you here first…but not yet.” She howled in protest when he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty again. Moving to her side, he removed the stones from her back. “Flip over.”
Although frustrated he hadn’t ravaged her, she was eager to see what came next. He pulled her legs over his thighs, spreading her wide, her pussy completely open to him, and she prayed he’d give it more attention soon. The pressure, the need to climax, ate at her, made her restless.
Coating his hands with more oil, he lightly traced his fingers across her neck, over her breasts and down her abdomen. The teasing, featherlight touch left tingles in its wake. Her nipples beaded; goose bumps pricked her skin. He cupped her breasts, coating them with the oil, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Mmm. What did I do to deserve this?”
“I just want to touch you. You like?”
“You know I do. Don’t stop.”
After coating the rest of her front with the oil, he reached over and pulled two new stones from the heating unit and swirled them around her breasts. The heat and smooth texture gliding over her skin shot another wave of desire to her cunt. His touch drove her nuts, her body ready, needy, every nerve ending twitchy. She arched her hips upward, trying to make contact with her husband’s erection, but he ignored her efforts and continued rubbing her down, heating her skin.
On the next pass down her abdomen, he continued the downward descent, smoothing the rock past her belly button, across the small patch of curls and through her wet slit. Her hips bucked. The heat from the rock meeting with her already hot cunt made her quiver. When he pressed it against her swollen clit, rubbing it with quick, short strokes, she almost came undone.
“Now, Kane,” she breathed. “I need you inside me.”
His resolve finally broke. Lust burned in his eyes. “Flip over. Get on your knees.”
Vera complied. Facedown, ass up, totally vulnerable to him.
He grabbed two handfuls of her asscheeks and spread them apart. “You look so fucking sexy like this.” She gasped when he bent and licked her from clit to asshole. “I can’t decide whether to fuck you or eat you.”
Either of those actions sounded good to her, but desperation to have him inside her won out. “Fuck me. Hurry.”
She whimpered and fisted the sheet when he rubbed the head of his cock through her drenched slit, the anticipation making her crazy. He tortured her, teasing her with the delicious friction for long seconds that felt like minutes.
They both cried out when he finally thrust inside. He slammed into her, deep and hard, relentless—just the way she needed. She rocked back as he slammed forward, her cunt swallowing every inch he gave.
He groaned and slowed the pace. Hot rock in hand, he brought it around to her pussy, swirling it in quick, tight circles on her throbbing clit. He’d already revved her up and her body needed release.
The fullness in her pussy, Kane’s frenzied thrusts, his animalistic grunts and the heat from the rock on her clit hurdled her toward the edge. Her senses were overwhelmed with panting breaths, the smack of skin slapping against skin, Kane’s sweat rolling down her asscheeks, the scent of sex and lavender permeating the air.
One more deep thrust, one more swipe of the rock on her knotted bundle of nerves, threw her into ecstasy. Tendrils of blinding white heat burst from her clit, speared her veins and muscles, shattered her soul.
Kane wasn’t far behind. His cock swelled and on one last, deep thrust, his fingers dug into her hips, body twitching as his semen spurted inside her, filling her, warming her insides. He shuddered each time her pussy spasmed around his cock until he was spent and slumped over her, his hot breath tickling her shoulder.
They collapsed to their sides, hearts pounding, and lay there curled into each other until they regained their breath.
She’d never known that kind of pleasure until Kane. He’d always been tuned in to her body, knew when to give, when to take, just how to touch her to make her come apart.
“Wow,” she breathed. “After eight years, you still surprise me.”
“I try.” His fingers traced circles on her shoulder. “Does that mean the rocks were a good buy?”
“Great buy.” Vera turned to him and teased his bottom lip with her tongue. “But next time, it’s your turn.”
“Mmm. No argument here.” He leaned in and devoured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss. When he broke away, she was breathless and ready for more.
“So, what are you waiting for?”