“You and me forever, my love.” Danica’s voice always became huskier when she was on the verge of consuming her wife. Alicia wrapped a leg tightly around Danica’s waist, propping her foot on the small built-in bench and moving her face away from the hot stream of water pouring from the showerhead. “I’m going to make sure of that. Nobody will come between us.”
It was so easy to believe her when they made love. How could Alicia disbelieve that woman against her, telling her how much she wanted her, loved her, and was going to keep her forever? The way Danica fucked her always spoke of a woman who knew how to do many things: love, pleasure, and protect. Alicia would never deny that her wife was anything but passionate.
Yet was passion enough to secure their future? Alicia couldn’t let herself think that. There were more pressing matters. Like how she was going to walk the next day.
Alicia woke up late Sunday morning. Danica was already gone, but Alicia didn’t panic. Her wife had a business brunch to attend and would be back in the afternoon.
The sunlight was enough to rouse Alicia from bed. Yet she rolled over, hand landing on a note and a small box on her wife’s pillow.
“I haven’t even left and I miss you already. You look like an angel sleeping so peacefully. Sweet dreams, my love. When you do wake up? I hope you enjoy the present I’ve left you. I am so looking forward to seeing you when I get back later.”
Alicia was awake now! She sat up straight in bed, snatching the white box and opening it as quickly as possible. After pushing aside some thin tissues, she found something… most unexpected.
By now, she should have known to always expect the unexpected with a woman like Danica Moreau.
Is this what I think it is?Once upon a time, the woman gave her some Ben-Wa Balls to try on for size. Now she gifted her a pretty pink plug for her derriere.
On one hand, Alicia instantly clenched. On the other? She couldn’t wait to get her day started and her virgin ass to the bathroom.
Chapter 13
“Do I need more lube?” Alicia asked herself that question as she slathered a generous helping of it all over the plug. “I mean, it’s kinda big…”
Could her reflection actually answer that question? Not like Alicia had ever shoved something up her ass before.Wait. That’s a lie. I’ve had a colonoscopy. Some would have said she was too young to worry about such things. Now she was glad to somewhat know what to expect as she slipped the plug into her ass.
“Hoooooly shit.” Alicia gripped the counter as shivers ripped through her. That wasn’t the only thing that felt like it ripped through her. Was it supposed to feel like that? Was she supposed to feel like she was going to…well… at any moment? Alicia regulated her breathing before pulling up her silk lingerie.
She went back into the bedroom and texted her wife.“Hello, babe. I appreciate your gift. It’s currently residing somewhere quite naughty. What are you going to do about it?”
Ten minutes later, she received a response. By then, she was dressed in loose jeans and a blouse.“I’m going to fuck you in the ass is what I’m going to do about it.”
Alicia met a lunch already prepared for her on the dining room table. Lissa was nowhere to be seen, having Sundays off. That didn’t mean she didn’t make sure the Moreaus weren’t situated for the day before taking off. Good thing Alicia was alone, though. She didn’t need someone witnessing the face she made when she sat down with a damned butt plug in her ass.I only want to eat my sandwich, man.
She picked up her phone after taking her first bite.“Been fantasizing about it, huh?”
“Damnit, Alicia, I think about fucking every hole you have at least once a day.”
“You do that.”
“I’m at a fucking church brunch and you want me to think about fucking you in the ass? What kind of siren are you?”
“Hey, you’re the one who left a butt plug on your pillow for me to insert at my convenience. You’re going to come home and give it to me good, right?”
“DAMNIT, ALICIA.”
“Aw, is my poor wife aroused at the picnic table?”
“It’s a three-course brunch at St. Michael’s Cathedral, but essentially.”Alicia chuckled and readied another reply. Except her wife was furiously punching letters into her phone and cut her off every time she tried to type something.“You'd better be ready for me when I get home. I’m going to give you plenty of warning. I want you ready by the time I walk through the bedroom door. I fully intend to come home to my wife available to me. I don’t care how barbaric or rude that sounds. Today, I’m calling all the shots, and the shot I want right now is at your hot ass.”
My, didn’t she have such a way with words!
“Yes, ma’am.”Alicia carefully typed her way through a bite of her sandwich.“I will be waiting for you. Until then, do mind your physiology when you’re shaking hands with the bishop. I don’t want to see your picture in the paper sporting stiff nipples beneath your clothing.”
“It might come to that if I keep thinking about you.”
Alicia finished her lunch and set about doing some household chores until Danica texted her again.Sheesh. Chores shouldn’t have been so much fun, but every time Alicia reached to organize something in the closet, something else moved inside of her.Mercy upon me.The closets were reorganized and papers signed for the interior decorators by the time she heard from her wife at one.
“Coming home. Fifteen minutes. Be ready for me.”
