Alex
I LOOKED OVER AT MY husband sleeping, and gently stroked the side of his face. He’s usually the first one up, but since we got here, I’ve become the early bird. I also can’t believe how frisky I am. We have an incredible sex life. However, I think this place and some much needed rest has kicked my libido into overdrive. Seems like all I want to do is ravage my husband.
He reached over, slowly opened his eyes and looked up at me and smiled. “Hey, Baby.” He kissed my arm. “How long was I asleep?”
“A couple of hours.” I smiled.
He sat up. “What? I’m sorry. I promised we’d go into town.” He sat up and leaned against the chaise.
I put my iPad down, straddled his lap and kissed him. “So, what do you want to do this afternoon?”
He grabbed my hips, pulled me close, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I inched up his lap and felt his answer to my question. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?” He smiled.
“Talking.”
“Talking?” He pulled me closer. “Is that code for…”
“I want to ask you something.” He sighed, and I knew what that meant. I rested my hands on top of his arms. “I want you to be honest.”
“I always am.”
“You said Natalie didn’t like having sex with you.”
He shifted slightly. “Why are we bringing that up?”
“Shhh, Baby, let me finish.” I kissed him. “You said she didn’t like it. Did you ask her why?”
“Is this really what you want to talk about?”
“Yes, it’s important.”
He sighed. “Yes, I did. And she never gave me a reason.”
“Did you ever meet her lover?” After the word left my lips, I realized it was a poor choice.
“No. I take that back. I saw him once, coming out of her studio.”
“Describe him.”
“Alex, really?” I shifted, and his arousal was still there.
“Please, baby. It’s important to me.”
“He was shorter than me. Light skinned and husky. I thought he was a repairman. It never occurred to me, that…”
“Did you contact him after she died?”
“Yes. I called and told him both Natalie and the baby died. Why is this so important to you?”
“One last question.”
“Why do you think she didn’t like being intimate with you?”
“I thought it was because I wasn’t as good a lover as she desired.” He sighed. “But the truth is, we just never clicked emotionally.” I nodded. “Maybe if we had, things would have been different, or she would have felt comfortable telling me what she wanted. My turn. What about you and…”
“It was the first time, so there was a certain amount of false euphoria.” He looked confused by my response. “I wasn’t expecting a lot. It wasn’t like it was with you.”
“So you were expecting a lot our first time?” He smiled.
“Yes.”
“I hope I lived up to your expectations.”
“Above and beyond.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Terry was more concerned with himself. I don’t think he cared if I was satisfied or not. In the short time we were married, I only had one orgasm, I think. To be honest, I’m not even sure that’s what it was.” I smiled.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I patted his chest. “Please don’t take this the wrong way. When I compare both first times…”
“Babe, I hope this is…”
I smiled. “I was very nervous to be with you, because I figured you were more experienced, and I wasn’t sure you were going to like my body.”
He sat up a little and brushed my arms. “Why would you think that?”
“I’ve seen pictures of your first wife, and met your ex-fiancee. In spite of their bizarre behavior, they had beautiful looks in common.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. I don’t look anything like them.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I know I’m not unattractive, but I also know…when we make love, you make me feel beautiful and desired and that’s all that matters.
“I don’t ever want you to compare yourself to either of them.”
“Baby, that’s sweet, but…”
“I call you beautiful, because that’s what you are.”
“Thank you, but…”
“I’m done on that subject. Can we make love now, because…”
“About that.”
He sighed. “Don’t tell me you…”
“I don’t ever want you to think just because I want to make love that you have to.”
“Where is this coming from?” I leaned back. “The other morning, when I touched your leg, you sort of cringed and brushed me off.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
“When?”
“The day before yesterday. I woke up, wrapped my arms around you and ran my hand inside your thigh, and you cringed.” He started laughing. “I don’t think it’s funny. Just tell me you…”
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. “I had a leg cramp.”
“What?”
“I had a leg cramp and I didn’t want you to know.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“No, Baby. For the record, I am always up…” We laughed. “Let me rephrase that. It excites me that you want to make love, and enjoy it. I didn’t force the issue with Natalie once I realized I wasn’t what she wanted. I did everything I could think of, but she just didn’t want me. So, I shut down.”
“You could have left.”
“True, but I didn’t. I was desperate to make my marriage work. I forgave her and was willing to raise Allegra as my own, but it still wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted him and he didn’t want her, and she took it out on me.”
“How?”
“She’d offer sex, but only on her terms. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” I pecked his lips. “When she came back, we slept in separate rooms. When her pregnancy sex drive kicked in, she’d come to my room and insist the lights be off. I was only allowed to touch her just enough to get aroused. Once we finished, she’d go back to her room and I’d hear the shower running. It’s like she didn’t want my scent on her.”
“Baby. That’s why you thought…”
“I was a horrible lover.”
I cupped his face. “I’m sorry for the way she made you feel.” I kissed him. “You are an incredible lover. I’ll never know why she treated you the way she did.” I scooted up closer, pressed my breasts against his chest, kissed his neck and eased my hand down the front of his trunks. “I love how you love me and make love to me.”
“Are you trying to start something?” He smiled.
“Me?” I smiled.
“Yes, you.”
I kissed his chest and he tasted spicy. “Maybe we should…”
“My turn.”
“Okay. What do you want to ask me?”
“Why do you always blow me off when I call you sexy?”
“Because I’m not.”
“Who told you you weren’t sexy?”
“No one told me. I just surmised it on my own.”
He brushed the side of my face. “I can’t believe this. None of the men you dated ever told you how sexy you are?”
I searched my mind for an incident when that adjective would have come up, but I came up blank. In all the years Jonathan and I were together I don’t recall him ever saying I was beautiful, pretty, or sexy. I think he said I was cute...no, that was regarding something I did. “No.”
“What about Quentin?”
“No. Chloe and Taylor are the sexy ones. I’m…”
“Very sexy.”
“Honey, you don’t have to…”
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? Sexy, isn’t just physical, it’s spiritual, emotional and mental.”
“So you were attracted to my mind?” I teased.
“It wasn’t your mind that caught my eye. It was your sexy little walk.” He smiled as he patted my behind.
“What?”
“I had been at that party a while watching you. The way you glided across the room was hypnotic. The sway of your hips tied me up in knots. Then you turned around and those lips, and,” his eyes dropped down to my breasts and back up. “Your other assets, woke up a part of me that had been dead for a while.”
I felt warm all over and didn’t know how to respond. “Uhm...”
“When I look into those beautiful dark brown eyes, it’s mesmerizing. Talk about fantasies. You’re my fantasy. I never thought I’d be married to a woman that looks like you.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You with the full round behind, juicy thighs, dangerous curves, soft skin and breasts that fit perfectly in my hands.”
“I Uhm…” How do you respond to a statement like that? I wanted to run out to the beach and scream, “my husband thinks I’m sexy”.
“I have to control myself around you,” he confessed. “And I’m not saying this because you let me do stuff to you,” he teased.
“Are you sure?” I smiled.
“And when you smile and drop your head slightly, I’m under your spell.”
“I never thought…”
“You always tell people how I make you feel desired and loved, but that’s how you make me feel. My first wife never complimented me and once we were married, she never said she loved me. She didn’t want me to touch her in public or private, and she never touched me. The few times we had sex she made me wear a condom. I was so excited when you said you were on the pill, because it meant I could finally really enjoy sex. It excites me to hear you being so verbal, and enjoying yourself when we make love. I didn’t have that with Natalie. I thought she cheated because I was a horrible lover, but now I know better.”
“Baby, I didn’t--”
“Sweetheart, as far as I’m concerned, you’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman on the planet.” He kissed me. “Are we finished talking, because I really would…”
“Shut up and take me right here.”
He rolled me onto my back and we made love the rest of the afternoon outside on the patio.