Chapter 2
KAEDE
“What’s the plan?” Courtney asks as she sets our shared suitcase away in the hotel room closet. That she has no idea confirms just how far she’s come. This trip is my show and she’s happy to come along for the ride with no ideas, no agenda, and no preconceived to-do list or schedule.
I put our bathroom bag on the counter, setting us up neatly for the process of getting ready in the morning. But for tonight… there’s no need.
I snake my arms around Court’s waist, sweeping her hair to the side to kiss and nibble her neck. Against her skin, I murmur, “Well, it was going to be a surprise, but I know how much you hate those.”
Her eyes have fallen closed and her head leans back to give me greater access, but I see the lift her of lips as a smile blossoms. “Not your surprises. I love your surprises.”
“Want me to tell you anyways?”
That pause, the way her teeth bite into her lower lip as she debates means everything. She trusts me, but she likes knowing, likes getting excited about whatever we’re doing, likes… a plan. It’s who she is. It’s who I am, so I understand.
I give in, excited to tell her too. I’ve been sitting on this for weeks and I have a hard time keeping my mouth closed when it comes to Courtney. I want to share everything with her – a sign of how far I’ve come too.
“Tonight… we are going to get naked, fuck ourselves into exhaustion, order room service, and then crash by ten like the responsible adults we are because we have an early wakeup call.” I accent the plan with kisses along her bare shoulder, working my way over the strap of her tank top.
Courtney hums happily, “I was with you until you said early wakeup.” She’s lying through her teeth. She’ll wake up no later than seven, no matter what time we fall asleep tangled in each other.
“There’s a good reason,” I tease, dangling an invisible carrot.
She spins in place, her arms going around my neck as she presses against me. “Dazzle me with a reason good enough to get me out of bed and out of your arms. Fair warning, I already know that you have to go in to the new location tomorrow, so I don’t think there’s one.”
She thinks she knows everything. Challenge accepted.
“I do have to go into the gym tomorrow for a full day of work. That’s why we’re here, remember?”
Courtney’s bottom lip puffs out ever so slightly, but it’s a farce. She’s not a pouter and the sparkle in her eyes says loud and clear that she’s teasing.
But we are here for me to spend some time at the new Charlotte facility.
The opening was a few months ago, and was a rousing success.
Ross and I hand-selected the manager, the trainers, the staff, and every piece of the members’ experience from the front door in.
But we’re not hands-off owners by any stretch, me especially, and I need to spend some time verifying that the Charlotte location is holding up to the exacting standards of the original.
I grab Court’s pouty lip between my teeth, nipping her and she yelps before laughing.
“What I’m hearing is that you have to get up early, so maybe I’ll get up and have coffee with you and then laze about for a couple more hours. See what Charlotte has to offer and do some sightseeing.” She makes a vague gesture toward the curtained window, indicating all of the city outside.
“The best thing Charlotte has to offer is One Life Gym. We both know that.” I give her the cocky smile she once confessed melts her body, mind, and soul. I use it judiciously now so it doesn’t lose its effect.
“Are you proposing that you take your wife to work with you? That might seem a bit possessive,” she protests reasonably, holding up her finger and thumb an inch apart.
But her smile says she doesn’t really mind me being a bit possessive, even territorial.
Within reason. She’s her own person, but we’re more than a little wound up in each other, making up for lost time.
I shrug, “We’re newlyweds. They’ll understand.”
I see the lightbulb go off in her head. Smart woman putting puzzle pieces together fast. “And do you think I’m going to sit around all day on one of those leather couches Violet picked out? They’re gorgeous and comfortable, but I might get bored after a while.”
My lips quirk and I lift one brow. “You really want to know?” She nods excitedly, and I can’t deny her.
“I booked you a full day at the One Life spa tomorrow. Massage, facial, mani-pedi, haircut and style.” The spa is one of the Charlotte location’s special features, and has already received such rave reviews from locals that appointments fill up fast and early.
Her mouth falls open and tears spring to her eyes. My initial gut instinct is that I fucked up. Tears on a woman are so rarely a good thing, but a second later, I reason that they’re tears of happiness when she whispers, “You did that for me?”
I pull her to me again. “Absolutely. And I already warned Isabella that your feet are ridiculously ticklish and not to take any curses or jumps personally.”
She laughs and swats at my chest. “You did not.”
I did.
But that’s tomorrow. For now, there’s still tonight.
I dance her toward the bed until her knees catch and she falls backward, bouncing on the cushioned mattress as she sits.
I pull her tank over her head, her hair falling long and loose around her shoulders and down to tease along her tits where they curve over her low-cut gray lace bra.
She reaches behind her back, undoing the clasp and letting the bra melt away.
I growl, cupping her lushness firmly and teasing the already hardening nubs of her nipples with my thumbs. Courtney arches into my hands, silently asking for more and I’m not a strong enough man to ever deny her. I bend down to suck one and then the other, before pushing her back to lay on the bed.
I yank my own t-shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor, and then grab Court’s jeans.
I pull them off too and they add to the pile of growing clothes.
Running my hands up her thighs, I meet the matching gray lace of her panties and slip my fingers along the seam where it meets her skin.
Dipping beneath the fabric, I find her pussy already soaking wet and ready.
I tease my finger through her folds to her entrance, fucking her slowly.
Inch by inch, I give her more, retreating and pressing back inside her until she writhes for me.
“More… Kaede… please,” she moans.
I push the lace to the side and lick a lazy circle around her clit.
Her hands turn to claws in mid-air for a moment as she shudders and then they bury into my hair, scraping over my scalp as she holds me to her.
She probably thinks she’s being forceful, shoving me into her pussy like a sex-hungry goddess.
And she is that, but between her legs is my favorite place to be and there’s not much that could get me to stop feasting on her. I am starved for her… always.
“So fucking good, honey. So fucking mine,” I murmur with another circle of my tongue and another thrust of my finger, getting harder, faster, and more aggressive with her. “Wife.”
She cries out, fucking me back. I slam into her, holding deep and petting that spot that I know sends her over the edge in seconds. Her whole body goes tight as a drum, chin thrust towards the ceiling and mouth open in a silent scream.
Her juices coat my tongue, my chin, my hand and finally that scream releases and she cries out in pleasure. “Ah, yes… Kaede…”
I keep licking, wanting to drown in her, but as she gets overly sensitive, she pushes me back. I take her panties with me, shoving her thighs wide once the lace is clear, wanting to see her pussy still pulsing from the orgasm I gave her.
Courtney props up on her elbows, boldly watching me watch her.
As the aftershocks slow and her mind clears, she moves around to kneel on the bed in front of me with her sexy ass resting on her heels.
With no preamble, she undoes my jeans and pushes them down my thighs, followed by my boxer briefs.
With them still locked around my legs, she bends forward and sucks me into her throat in one go.
“Fuck, Court.” I gather her hair into one fist so I can see what she’s doing to me along with feeling it.
Her mouth is heaven. The only thing better is her pussy.
Or maybe her ass. Fuck, maybe they’re all heaven.
My brain can’t make sense of it right now, too lost in a wash of ecstasy to rank degrees of pleasure.
Her cheeks hollow as she takes me in, and her tongue swirls around my tip as she retreats.
She finds a rhythm, head bobbing over me.
The sight of her mouth stretched obscenely around me, the arch of her back, the roundness of her ass all add to the sensations and too soon, I’m dangerously on the edge.
“Stop.” It’s an order, no doubt about it, but Courtney knows that complying is for both our benefit and with one last suck, she pops off. My cock jumps in protest and I have to reach down to squeeze at the base to stop from coming anyway.
Courtney lays back on the bed and I push my clothes the rest of the way off before crawling over her. She spreads her legs, giving me space between them, and holding myself up, I line up with her entrance. With one last breath, I fuse us into one.
“Mmm,” she moans. Her ankles wrap around my lower legs and her hands go to my biceps for leverage, and she curls her hips up to meet me.
She’s still tight around my cock, but the slickness eases my way in and out. I meet her eyes and she nods, ready.
I stroke into her faster, watching her closely.
After a few thrusts, she’s with me all the way, and we fuck each other hard and rough.
I grab one of her legs, lifting it to rest on my shoulder and open her even more.
Sweat drips from my brow and Court’s hair has started to curl along her forehead, but still we go for more.
She moves, putting her other leg on my shoulder too. I shift back, weight in my knees to free my hands to grab her ass. Supporting her, I grip the flesh of her cheeks, bouncing her along my cock as I pump into her.
“Fuck, honey. I’m close. Come again with me.” It’s not an order this time, it’s a plea.
Courtney reaches between us, her fingers blurring over her clit. She’s there quickly, “Yes, I’m coming.” With a cry, she grits out, “Husband.”
It’s enough. It’s more than enough, and I feel the spike of my orgasm rush from my balls through my cock. I come hard, splashing cum deep inside her with a roar.
We ride out our pleasure, locked together in bliss. As it subsides, we’re both panting, and I collapse onto Courtney, letting her legs down gently. When our eyes meet, we smile.
“Round one. Check,” I tease, making a motion in the air like I’m marking it… marking her off my to-do list.
She laughs, pushing me off and then tackling me to the bed.
Court straddles me, messy and sweaty, and I don’t care in the least, because the next agenda item is a hot shower.
I let her pin me, delight in the look of fire in her eyes, and laugh deep and hard when she tickles me, having found my own ticklish spots ages ago too.
“I am not a to-do list item!” she argues around her smile.
“Well, I did you. And you weren’t complaining a minute ago. And you know what?” I use The Smirk when I tell her, “I’ll do you again too.” I pop her ass, then soothe the sting with a sweet caress.
She giggles, the one that only I get to hear, and the battle is on. Tickling hands, screams of delight, scrambling legs, and laughs of joy.
I hope it’s what we always have… together.
But first, a shower, room service, and round two because tomorrow morning’s wake-up call is going to be early. And I didn’t even tell Court about our dinner plans tomorrow after her day of pampering. It’s another… surprise.