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  “Are you still breathing, baby?” He said with a smile, dotting light kisses all over her face.

  “Uhm, yes. I... I...Yes, I am.”

  “Did you like it? Was it good?”

  “Yes. More than good. Thigh twitching, toe curling good. Holy fucking shit.”

  He smiled in victory. He had succeeded.

  Finally, she moved her hands away from his upper arm and let them rest on his shoulders instead. As he lightly caressed her between her legs and over her thighs, she rubbed his shoulders with her hands as if to release the tension his muscles built up working her hard.

  “Come here.” she said, and with a light pull on his shoulders she moved him on top of her again.

  “I'm glad you enjoyed my fingers. But didn't you mention my mouth was in your dream too? What on earth could it have been doing? Licking ice-cream, like this?”

  With one long, wet stroke, he let his tongue wander the depths of her skin, from the valley between her breasts, all the way up to her ear. She was breathing too hard, giving her a problem answering him correctly.

  “Uhm, yeah... it... it was doing...”

  “Oh, I know what it was doing. Hold on. I think I can figure it out.”

  With a quick move of his arms, he pushed himself down her body, situating himself between her thighs and making the whole bed move around from his sudden jump.

  “I don't think my tongue was licking ice-cream at all. I think it was licking you. Like this.”

  With one firm stroke from his tongue, he parted her swollen lips between her legs.

  “Oh fuck, Andy! Careful, I'm still not fully back from what you just did a minute ago.”

  “Second time's a charm baby. Let's do it again.”

  “I think that's supposed to be third time's a charm.”

  “We'll do that too. Just wait.” He buried his face between her tense thighs, and let his stubble rub across her sensitive skin.

  “Holy fuck! I can't take it. It's too much.”

  “Oh no, baby. I'm just getting started. Just grab on to my shoulders, enjoy my stubble teasing, and let me go to town. I need to taste this bud in my mouth making sure it's ripe enough for me to eat. ”

  “Andy!”

  “Yes, love. I can hear you. Be quiet and don't interrupt my work here. I'm starving from all the wonderful cock sucking you did last night, while I never got to have a taste of you. And I haven't had breakfast yet. Can't you tell I'm hungry?”

  “Oh my God! Stop talking like that or you'll ruin oral sex for me forever.”

  “Oh, do I have some filthy things to say to you... ”

  With a smile on his lips, he went down deep with his face for seconds and left-overs.

  Chapter 4

  They were supposed to have gone out tonight. A new hip restaurant had opened downtown, right smack on King St. and was finally able to get the city to agree on a liquor license after fighting them publicly in the local newspaper forever, demanding better support for small businesses everywhere in the peninsula.

  The invitation stated a grand opening event, asking people to dress up even though it was a brew and beer pub type of venue - 'Come downtown to try out the new modern menu of sausage skews, wings, and fried fish.' Perhaps they could even stay and listen to some local comedians and songwriters who would be on stage later on, and enjoy the local businesses of the town.

  It was not a big city by any means, like New York or Los Angeles, but this was the place where Andy and Danielle had settled down after they met and became more than just two people dating. This was the place where his roots were jotted deep. His job was in the area, his family was living close by, and she had just started up her new printing business in their attached garage at home making letter heads, print outs for businesses, and advertisements of clothing for sports clubs or events.

  Her business received the honor of making all the invitations for the grand opening event of the restaurant downtown and was invited for that reason, and was also asked to bring her plus one. It was a marvelous first gig for a small, start-up business like hers. Hopefully it would eventually bring in more clients and she might be able to fulfill her dream of running a company on her own terms from home.

  Andy was superbly dressed for the big evening in a sharp black suit (Prada or not – he would look fantastic wearing nothing but his tool belt from work and his hardhat), polished dress shoes, and snug over his muscular chest - a crisp white button down shirt. His blonde hair was loosely tied in the back of his neck, and seeing him in the mirror finishing of the last touches tying his thin black tie around his neck, she thought he looked just edible. She ran her fingers over her lips, making sure she wasn't actually drooling down her chin like a hungry wolf on the prowl. She could easily grab him hard by that tie, fasten him securely to the metal curtain rod in the shower, rip that shirt back open, letting the buttons scatter across the bathroom floor, and lick that whole torso from top to bottom with one swipe and still need to go back for more. Much more, and she wouldn't stop until he screamed for mercy.

  Meeting her eyes in the mirror, he smiled devilishly, finishing up his shirt and tie. Those hands of his, those nimble fingertips. They were useful for so many things. Just watching those tips work a simple button into its mating hole in the fabric made her knees tremble, moistening her between her legs. Her thighs squeezed together at the thought alone.

  “What's on your mind, babe?” He sound of his dark voice echoed smoothly along the walls of the bathroom.

  Even after seven years as husband and wife, she couldn't stop the heat creeping up to the surface of her skin, lighting up her face. She didn't look away, but gently smiled.

  “Just you babe, and how freaking steamy you look right now buttoning that shirt of yours.”

  He slowly turned around, kept that smile on his face, and brushed his hands down the front of his suit jacket making sure he looked proper. With sauntering steps he walked over to where she was standing, leaning against the door post between the kitchen and the living room.

  “I figured it was something like that since your eyes look all dangerous and flirty. You look naughty. Love the color on your face as well, matches that nice dress of yours babe. Showing every smooth curve of your body. I could just eat you up. I think I'll start right here.”

  Leaning down into her face, he placed his right hand behind her neck, pulled her against him and kissed her gently on her lips. She couldn't resist him, and had never been able to. Without thinking she quickly reached both her arms around his waist, and pushed her hands down into his belt to get inside the waistline of his underwear, grabbing a handful of his butt cheeks in her hands. She pulled him hard and tight towards her body, never wanting to let him go. A happy chuckle spread from his lips and oscillated down into her mouth and her entire body.

  “If you keep doing that, babe, we won't be going anywhere right now. You know I can't have you start something like this and not finish it.”

  He pulled back his head, smiled into her face, and bit his lower lip teasingly while he rubbed her open lips with one of his thumbs. Feeling her heated breath against his skin, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again. More urgent this time. Mouths open, tongues thrashing wildly around each other, sucking of lips, and increasingly heavy breathing.

  On the spur of the moment, a moan escaped her mouth as he tasted every inch of her insides, giving him the clue they really had to stop this if they were ever going to get out of the house and be on time. Or at least make it to the restaurant before the party was over. Reluctantly, she slid her hands up and out of the back of his pants, letting him take them into his and kiss them both as a true Southern gentleman, smiling into her eyes.

  “Let's grab that purse of yours right now and get the hell out of here before I pull that dress up and take you over the dining room table.”

  Giggling, she pulled back from his hold and scurried down the hallway to the office where she had put her phone while it was charging on top of the blue comforter o
f the guest bed. Putting everything quickly inside her purse, she reached for the charger plugged into the wall and pulled it out. The house went dark in an instance.

  “Hey babe, are you okay, did you do something to the lights?” Andy called from the living room.

  “I'm fine. Just as I pulled out my phone charger from the outlet the lights went out. I must have cut out the power somehow, perhaps the plug in the wall was loose or something!” She called back.

  “This damn fucking house. I don't have time for this crap. Argh!”

  She heard Andy muttering to himself in the other end of the house, walking back and forth across the living room floors, while she tried to plug the charger back in the outlet hoping that whatever was loose in the wall would be pushed back into place and hopefully get the lights working again.

  “I don't think it's the wall plug, babe. I just tried to put the charger back in the outlet, even wiggled it a bit, but since the lights are still out I think it might be something else. Sorry!”

  Andy didn't respond to her this time, and she figured he was probably too irritated to even think about an answer. She knew he was getting tired of coming home from work to do even more work on their house. Sometimes he could get so temperamental about stuff like that. Things not instantly going his way could irritate him quickly, such as the new electric weed whacker she bought for the yard in an attempt to be more environmentally friendly. She saw him through the window one weekend morning throwing it across the yard and then in the trash can outside complaining the bump feed of the string wouldn't work properly. Men.

  “Alright, I give up on this shit for tonight. It obviously doesn't matter how much I wiggle it back and forth, the charger isn't even working anymore.”

  Irritated, she shoved the last thing in her purse, swung it over her arm, and headed down the hallway back to the living room.

  “Come on Andy, we need to get going. We'll fix these stupid lights tonight when we get back or even tomorrow perhaps. We won't be home tonight anyway.”

  She called back through the house from the front door, waiting for him to come back to the room from wherever he was wishing they could leave in an instance.

  “Andy, come on! I've worked hard for this gig and I don't want to be late. It's going to make me look very unprofessional.”

  Great, no answer. She squeezed her eyes to check her wrist watch in the dark. Close to eight. Exhaling deeply she put her purse down on the chair next to the front door and walked with firm steps towards the French doors leading out to the porch from the dining room to see if he had gone out there to wait, but her foot barely touched the floor as she entered the room. As if frozen in time her stunned question came out as a whisper.

  “Andy?”

  Not able to really comprehend what was happening around her, a strong hand swung from behind, across her face and covered her mouth. An arm locked hard like a tight chain around her upper body, pulling her out of the room, and into the kitchen. Before she could even blink, her face was pressed down into the floor to the point where she could practically taste the cheap linoleum with her lips. The heavy figure leaned over her, pressing his body down on hers with full force. She couldn't move in any direction.

  A sharp pain, resembling a bee sting, punctured the skin on the right side of her neck, sending a shiver throughout her body. The last thing she remembered seeing before everything around her turned into a blurred reality was the closed front door, thinking how she desperately needed to get out of there right now.

  Chapter 5

  Her head was turned in Andy's direction and pushed so hard into the white table cloth beneath her on the dining room table that it seemed to stick to the skin of her face. It would most likely leave marks when this was over. Knowing the intruder, she knew there were likely worse things to come than being stuck with fabric wrinkles on her face.

  The fuzzy blur subsided a bit from her vision and let her see the contrasts of the figures around her, but the sounds and voices reaching her ears were still too smooth-textured to make out any words. As her mind became clearer by the minute there was no question of what was happening in the room around her, or who was there with them.

  She was unable to break away from Andy's panicked gaze searching a response from her face. And even though she wished she could actually look away and not allow him to see her own anxiety, it just seemed impossible. Nothing she did worked.

  Noticing the non-responsive movements of her body, she also felt her eyelids inability to fully close over her eyes. Not able to even blink or moisten them. They seemed stuck. Small pieces of something sticky were sitting on her eyelids, slightly attached to the eyebrows. Must be tape, she thought. Her eyes felt as dry and rough as sandpaper. Tears didn't seem to help. Her eyes simply stayed open.

  In that instance she almost wished she could return to the wonderful stage of unconsciousness to avoid any of this. At least that would make her unaware of anything that happened to her, and her panic would succumb to a quiet, dark nothingness.

  A low voice broke the silence of the room and her thoughts were instantly shattered. Her whole system turned on high alert. A face she knew too well was hovering over hers. That face couldn't be mistaken even in the worst blurriness of her vision. Brian. This was very bad.

  “Hey, Welcome to our show tonight baby.”

  What? Total confusion went through her mind.

  “They say your eyes are the opening to your soul baby, so let's show our dear Andy here what your soul has remembered from our time together. Us. You and me. The love we shared, the sex we had, and the beautiful way we were together. I made you feel so fucking beautiful then. I don't know what he has done to you, but if you come back to me I promise to make you beautiful again.”

  His lean hands were pushed flat down on the table framing each side of her body, and whispered words in her ear. He moved himself slightly over her and put his left warm, sweaty cheek tenderly against hers. His line of vision followed hers in the same direction, at Andy. Without seeing it, she felt the muscles in his face turn his mouth into a vicious grin.

  “Hmm...” His breath came out through his nostrils and made it sound like he had just sniffed a thousand scented flowers on a summer field. He obviously enjoyed her like this and the scent of her skin. Maybe it was more the taunting of Andy than admiring her body. She saw him close his eyes and suck his upper lip into his mouth between his teeth.

  “I'm going to fuck you now. Like I used to... make sure your little boy is watching us.”

  His breathing turned heavy, and with his lips and disgusting tongue, he licked her right cheek to taste the saltiness of her skin. As evil as the snake in the garden of Eve she could cut the neck of that slithering thing coming out of his mouth to cover her in wet saliva.

  “Does he know how you really like it, baby?”

  He tried to make his voice seductive letting his whisper blow just by her ear. The air from his lungs was warm, but a chill still vibrated through her body. She knew that tone of voice as the back of her own hand. Still hovering over her, he faced a stunned Andy once more.

  “She likes it rough, Andy, and I'm not quite sure you know just how fucking rough. She can really take a pounding, did you know that? I mean really hard. You need to watch and learn, just like I made her watch movies and learn. Take some mental notes for the future, man. Let this be an enlightenment to how my girl likes it, okay.”

  Every thought in her brain and every single muscle in her body screamed in fear.

  “NO! Please stop! Don't do this!”

  Her body seemed to misunderstand any and all mental commands, and remained completely motionless in its place. Her mouth could not produce the words she so desperately wanted to scream and yell. Muscles unable to fight back the coming intrusion.

  Instead, she was left with the single thing she would so desperately try to avoid; she had to keep her open eyes glued on Andy while another man's investigating hands were moving hard and slow down her body.

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nbsp; Tightening around her neck to feel her pulse, his hands ran down over her collar bone, onto her chest, around the outside of her breasts, cupping them roughly then pulling hard on her nipples. All she could think of was Andy, and all the things she wanted to tell him right there and then.

  “No, I don't like it this way at all! I have never liked it this way. Please don't believe what he is telling you. He's not right and don't ever think that what you do to me when we make love is not enough, or that I don't love your touch.”

  She prayed to God that telepathy worked, but as her vision kept a steady focus on his face, the answer seemed to be an obvious no.

  Big, blue eyes were following Brian's hands down her body from afar. Touching her in places where only he was suppose to touch. Knowing that her worst nightmare was about to become a reality. His eyes darted quickly between the movement of Brian's hands, up to her face in an attempt to read her expression, down her body, and back again. Back and forth, all over. His eyes were a wandering mess.

  He wished he could read her mind to know what she was genuinely thinking. Those eyes of hers were just too much to look back into. He needed to focus on getting away from all the visual threats, and not give in to this madness. He could not allow himself to surrender to someone else getting inside his wife, with or without her consent.

  The erratic stomp of his feet on the dining room floor could be heard from around the house. His actions made zero success in getting him away from the chair to become free from his restraints, when suddenly, reality hit him. Hit him hard. He wouldn't be able to do anything else but watch what was about to happen. Just try to survive the violation of the most precious thing in his life. His love. His wife.

  “Just please - don't cry. You're my rock and strength, no tears please.” Her mind was calling out a silent whisper. She wished he'd be strong for her.