I Married a Master(60)
Author: Melanie Marchande

"My mouth tastes like old socks," I muttered. "Let me brush my teeth first."

"Don’t care." He pulled me close again, and I surrendered, letting him in. To my surprise, he didn’t recoil, but only kissed me deeper. Finally, he pulled away.

"I don’t taste any socks," he said.

"Fine. But I’m going to brush my teeth now, anyway." The moment my feet hit the floor, I remembered I was naked. I glanced back at Ben, watching me with appreciative eyes.

Oh, what the hell.

I took the journey to the bathroom and back without a stitch of clothing on, and I couldn’t remember if I’d ever done that in front of a boyfriend. Certainly not in front of a casual lover. I never really liked being completely naked, all at one time. The vulnerability was unnerving. But his warm gaze made me feel like I was wrapped up in a cozy blanket.

A blanket that wanted to fuck me, but still.

"How come we never had sex before?" I asked him, when he came back from his own morning routine.

"Oh, boy," he said, climbing back into bed and slinging the sheet haphazardly over his waist. "You want a checklist?"

"It wasn’t because you didn’t want to," I said.

"Of course not," he said. "I think that’s pretty obvious."

"Well, what then?" I sat up, instinctively pulling the sheet up with me, to cover my chest. All of a sudden, I didn’t want to be naked anymore. I noticed his eyebrow twitch at the sight, but I only clutched it tighter.

"What, are we in a PG-13 movie?" He half-grinned, flicking his side of the sheet away so that his naked body was exposed. "Not anymore. You might as well join the party."

Rolling my eyes, and pretending I didn’t want to stare, I let the fabric drop to my waist. "That’s all you get, sorry," I said. "I’m chilly."

"Yes, I can see that." His tongue flicked out briefly to run along his lips. "This actually might be counter-productive for a conversation, but what the hell. I’m always up for a challenge. Could you repeat the question?"

"Why," I said, snapping my fingers to get his line of sight away from my breasts. "Why didn’t we do this before?"

"Oh. Well. You kept insisting you didn’t like spanking." He shot an incredulous look towards the sound of my fingers. "Really? Are we going to pretend like you’re not trying to catch an eyeful yourself? Just take a picture, it’ll last longer."

Laughing, I feinted towards my phone. "Really?"

"Shit, I mean, yeah," he said, reaching down. "But at least let me get it photo-ready first. I don’t want my dick to end up on Reddit all half-mast."

"Just once," I said, "I’d like to get through five minutes of conversation with you, and not feel the need to roll my eyes."

"Ah," he said, letting go of himself with a hint of disappointment in his tone. "You were kidding. Well. Sure, I mean, no big deal. This can wait. It’s not like I’m staring at an incredibly sexy half-naked woman, or anything. I’m sure it’ll just go away on its own."

Tossing my phone down on the bed, I gave in to the urge to glance. Just once. Damn. What the hell was I talking about? Something to do with…spanking… "What makes you think I’d post your dick on fucking Reddit?" I demanded, as a cover.

He shrugged with the shoulder he wasn’t currently leaning on. "Dunno. Isn’t that what the kids do these days?"

Right. I remembered now. "Stop evading. I want to know why you didn’t want to let this happen. It didn’t have anything to do with spankings."

"You’re right," he said. "I knew you’d let me spank you if I asked nicely enough, and I knew you’d end up loving it. You weren’t scandalized when you saw that stuff on my computer, you were fascinated. Give me a little credit – I know the difference. Nobody gets that worked up over something unless they’re, you know, worked up about it."

"I really don’t think that’s true," I said. "But, fine. Great. You admit it. But you’re still evading. I still don’t have an answer."

Ben shook his head. "Do you really want to sit here talking about why we didn’t have sex before, when we could be doing it right now?"

I swallowed hard. "Like…regular sex?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself.

He laughed like that was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. "What kind of sex do you think I have?"

"I don’t know." My face was burning. I snatched up the sheet again, feeling the sudden need to be covered. Or as covered as I could be, when it came to him. "I don’t know if you do vanilla."

"Babe, I do all the flavors." He slid closer, doing an exaggerated eyebrow waggle that brought out a little giggle in me. "If you know what I mean." He paused, frowning. "I’m not sure what I mean. Point being, though, I do in fact have ‘regular sex.’ This -" here, he gestured down towards the one part of his body that drew my attention like a beacon "- isn’t because I’m thinking about spanking you or tying you up or dressing you in a silly little maid costume that doesn’t even cover your ass. I just want you." His voice went a little lower, a little quieter, growing husky and stoking a subtle fire inside me. "However you’ll take me. And sunshine, I want to give you all the answers. I do. I want to talk all day and all night until you’re satisfied that you understand every corner of my mind. But right now, I can’t think straight. You know why?"

I did. But I wanted him to tell me, in vivid detail.

"I need to fuck you." He rolled onto his side, pressing our bodies together, kissing me again until I could hardly remember my name. "I’ve waited too damn long," he whispered, breathless, his forehead resting against mine. "So have you. Let’s make up for lost time."

I nodded, forgetting for a moment how the mysterious process of talking worked.

Pulling away from me just long enough to grab a condom from the beside drawer – when did those get there? – he ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed himself hastily. His fingers quested between my legs, dipping inside, finding me more than ready.

"Fuck," he whispered, pulling back replacing his fingers with the blunt head of his erection. We both groaned as he sank inside, slowly, until he was buried.

He started slowly, as my body adjusted, but soon we were both frantic, the bed creaking loudly beneath us in protest.

My body tingled all over. Slowly just slightly, he grabbed my leg just under my thigh and lifted, until I gasped at the angle of his thrusts. I hooked my knee over his shoulder and clutched the sheets until I screamed.