“What is there to talk about?” Danica raised her hips, sending Alicia sliding down her chest. “I much prefer if we don’t talk at all. Just do.”
“There is something to be said for, uh, words.” Alicia tried not to get distracted by the shots of pleasure shooting through her nether lips. What was it about this woman that made Alicia’s breasts so tender? Her nipples barely grazed her skin, and she was already shaking in anticipation.
“God,” she said, “is it me or are your breasts bigger?”
“Just you.” Alicia was the authority on all things her tits.
“I’m going to go with that they’re bigger.”
“Anyway.” Alicia tried to get her attention. Attention focused on her naked body. “We have a few things to talk about regarding our marriage, don’t you think?”
“What is there to talk about?” Well, she was on a roll now. She was going to fuck with her until they were actually fucking.I should tell her to get her mitts off my breasts. Why would she? Just because Danica was pinching her nipples didn’t mean she couldn’t hold a conversation.Maybe. “It’s after nine. I think a marriage rule is that we don’t talk about shit after nine. I want to relax. With you.” Her lips pecked Danica’s. It would’ve been the sweetest thing if it weren’t for the crap on Alicia’s mind.
Unfortunately, Danica was really stinking good at distracting her with thoughts of sex.“We need to talk about our lifestyle.”
“Our lifestyle, huh?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Hmm.” Danica considered more than her breasts now. “I suppose. If we keep it sexy.”
This is it. This is marital mayhem of the best kind. Alicia only considered “best kind” because, as annoying as it was to have her thwart her attempts at discussion, it sure beat the other kind of marital problems they could have.
“What exactly is it that you want from me?”
Her smile disappeared. Danica released her wife and kept her arms to her sides. Alicia slid off her chest and remained close. “I have no idea how to answer that.”
“I ask because we were only getting started with that kind of life when we suddenly had to get married.”Had to get. Yeah. That’s it.That’s what Alicia told herself when she began having panicky thoughts about getting hitched so quickly. “It fell by the wayside while we dealt with shit. Well, now I want to talk about it.”
“Oh, you went to the Warners’ today, didn’t you?”
“Is it obvious?”
She groaned. “Not at all.” Danica picked up both of their phones and deposited them on the nightstand. As Alicia lay between pillows, her wife loomed over her, minty breath heating her cheek. “You should already know what I want from you. I thought I made that obvious. Besides… what makes you think you’re not fulfilling that?”
Of course, she had a point. Alicia still went out of her way to have things ready for her every day, when she could, and most of their sexual encounters were 99% Danica taking control, implements sometimes included.She introduced me to a paddle the other night. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven.
“You said you wanted a lifestyle. I’m trying to figure out where we draw the line between public and private.”
“Obviously, you don’t have to be like that when we’re conducting business. You do as you please. We’ll figure out how we best synergize… ah, shit, I said synergize.”
Alicia giggled. “You did.”
“See what you’ve done to me? First, you make me fall in love with you, then you make me use corporate jargon. When does it end, Alicia?” She pounced on her, covering her laughing throat with kisses and grabbing her ass. “When do you stop changing me?”
“Changing you? I’m the one everyone keeps saying is so different now. My own friend called me a bitch.”
“I’d tell her it takes one to know one.”
“Danica.” Alicia put a restraining hand on her chest. “I need to know. What kind of wife do you need?”
“I could as easily ask you what kind of wifeyoudesire.”
“You first.”
Resigned to no sex for the time being, Danica threw herself onto her back and gazed at the ceiling above them.Probably thinks we need a mirror there. “What do I want in my wife? I want a woman who makes me feel at home. Someone I can trust and count on to be there for me. It’s not only about kinky sex, my love. It’s about having someone who can absorb my controlling tendencies and not lose her damn mind.”
“At least you admit you can be controlling.”
