Page 104 of Praising the Pitcher

I don’t answer, instead trying to play it cool like I’m not soaking my swimsuit bottoms right now just thinking about what he’s going to do to me. And he’s right, I do love this. I’ve loved how many places we’ve had sex this week. And truthfully, knowing someone could potentially see us, even though it’s unlikely … is hot.

“You loved fucking yourself last night with your favorite toy while I watched, didn’t you?” His hand drifts upward, pinching my left nipple, which is now hard from his words.

During our time apart, he loved videos of me … fulfilling my needs. But I didn’t think it was fair I was always the one sending them to him, so I surprised him with a few toys of his own to try. Sure, I’d much rather have him actually touching me than my vibrator, but watching him pleasure himself and being so worked up because he was staring at me doing the same? It was hot.

Like, really hot.

Now that we’re living together, we haven’t felt the need for toys. And even though I’m beyond happy he’s with me now, I missed it. I missed the feeling of being adventurous and getting a little wild.

Annnd … judging by how turned on he was watching me pleasure myself last night, it’s safe to say he did too.

His fingertips move to my side, digging into my flesh as he grips me. “I’d love to take you right here on this beach.” He leans toward me, bringing his mouth to my ear. “You’d probably be even wetter knowing someone was watching how good you take my cock, wouldn’t you, baby?”

By now, I’m soaked. Even though I wouldn’t be comfortable with someone actually watching us have sex, and I’d obviously be terrified what that would do to our careers, the thought of it—imagining it—does turn me on more than I can even say.

Moisture pools between my thighs and I practically pant, my eyes wide open now. Since we’ve been married, we’ve explored way more when it comes to sex. He knows before he came along, I loved myself a spicy book and a toy or two combined with some me time. But still, even though I knew he was aware of that, I wasn’t yet comfortable enough to show him that side of me. But now? I love any and all sexy time with him. Whether it’s a quickie in the shower, me tied to the bed and him worshipping my body, us watching each other get off with toys, or me on top, riding him while he growls filthy words to me—there’s never a dull moment. And it turns out, he’s always been right …

I do have a little bit of a dirty side that was waiting to come out.

His hands drag down my body, passing my belly button before reaching my bikini bottoms. He doesn’t push them off though. Instead, he teases me by sliding his finger back and forth across the waistline.

“Look at my wife,” he coos, dragging his tongue against my earlobe. “So slutty when it comes to my dick. Aren’t you, baby?”

There are things I never thought I’d be okay with being said, but it turns out, when it’s being said by someone you know respects you … it’s pretty hot. And he’s right. When it comes to his dick, I am a slut. I’ll admit, I want it all the time.

“Yes.” The tiny word comes out in a low grunt, desperate for him to stop teasing and give me what I want. I take matters into my own hands by reaching for the bulge in his swim trunks, desperate to touch him.

I graze my palm over the huge, hard bulge, instantly drawing a hiss from my own lips. But when I try to slide my hand underneath the fabric, he takes hold of my wrist and stops me.

“Not so fast, Smoke.” He drawls the words lazily, like he isn’t losing his mind the way I am. “You thought it was funny to tease me at dinner last night, lifting your foot to my cock and brushing your toes against my pants, knowing we were in public and I couldn’t do anything till we got back here to the house.” He speaks slowly, each word deliberate, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I think it’s time for you to feel my pain.”

Now he’s got my attention, but what the hell is he going to do.

Leaning his head down, he sucks my right nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and making me hiss before he releases it then plants a kiss on my lips. I try to deepen it, but once again, he stops me.

“In ten minutes, you’re going to make your way inside the house to get ready for dinner. There’s a car that will pick you up in half an hour, so you better get ready fast. Our driver will bring you to meet me.” He pauses, his eyes flaming with heat and amusement. “And make sure you put your gift on. Trust me, you’ll know what it is when you see it.”

Reaching down, he tugs my bikini top back on, tying it slowly. Even though he does a less-than-stellar job, he does what he wanted to do, covering up my bare breasts. And then, pushing himself up off the sand, he slowly struts toward the beach house.

I pull my phone out of my tote bag and look at the time. And I don’t stop until it’s been ten minutes because even though he mentioned pain … I’m eager for whatever that could mean. Knowing I’ll enjoy it because my husband wouldn’t have set it up if not.

NOAH

I sit at the bar, sipping my drink and glancing at my phone to see Gigi is almost here. Because we both travel a lot, we’ve always shared locations. It was for safety before, but tonight, it’s coming in handy because I’ll know when she’s within range for me to push the button in my pocket.

As good of a girl as my wife is, she loves to spice up sex. I think it’s because of all the romance books she reads, but I’m not complaining either way. I love when it’s just us two, me staring into her eyes while I pound into her, but I love the times we change things up too.

I got these vibrating panties before we left and have waited for the perfect time to give them to her. Seeing as she teased the fuck out of me last night while out to dinner, I think it’s time I pay her back. Not like it’s much of a punishment; I know she’ll love it. The punishment was leaving her on the beach earlier without taking care of her first.

I still feel kind of bad about that …

Pulling out my phone, I send her a message.

Me: Go to the opposite end of the bar as me, wifey. Don’t worry, I’ll have a drink ready for you.

My wife: You’re making me a little nervous, my King.

Me: Don’t even try to pretend you aren’t hoping I’ll press this button.