Page 7 of Indulgence
“Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked as he rinsed my dish and then his before opening the dishwasher and setting them inside.
God, there was something sexy about a man loading the dishwasher. There was no tearing my eyes away as I watched, riveted. “I did. It was delicious. Thank you very much.”
He smiled at me, this time with a very conspiratorial tip of his lips. “You’re most welcome. Now, finish your wine so we can have dessert.”
Wow, he really went all out on this. “You made dessert, too?”
He shook his head as his grin grew wider and wider. I swore that if it were possible for the corners of his lips to twirl like the Grinch’s, they would’ve. “No, my dear. You are the dessert.”
I was the dessert?
A jolt of shock zipped through my body as the wine left my glass and slid over my tongue. I tried my best to swallow it and not choke as I stared at the man who looked like my husband but was clearly embodying the persona of someone else tonight.
Chapter Four
Matteo
My very perplexed wife gulped. I swore I heard the sound almost as much as I could see her throat work to get that sip of wine down without choking on it.
“I’m the dessert?” Her voice had a quiver to it. Not of fear but of uncertainty. She didn’t know what was going on, which was the point. I wanted her off her game. I didn’t want it to be a regular night of our married sex. The jig was up. I knew what she wanted. What she fantasized about when she touched herself. My wife—my beautiful, sexy, secretly dirty wife—wanted more. She wanted different. She wanted adventure. What we were doing didn’t work for her anymore, and if she wasn’t happy, I couldn’t be happy. So, Matteo 2.0 was created.
It’d been a little over two weeks since I snooped through her iPad, and the time had come and gone for her to bring it up.
So, from then on, the only thing Nat would be thinking about during sex was how many times she would come and how hard.
Time and time again, Natalie made me the happiest man in the world—in and out of the bedroom. It was my turn to step up to the plate before this turned into something that ruined our marriage. Sex was an important part of a healthy marriage alongside trust and communication. If one of them started slipping, everything started to crumble in its wake. All the components tied together for success. She wasn’t satisfied with our sex and wasn’t confident enough or didn’t trust me enough to communicate her needs. I analyzed risks for a living, and not fixing this little rift in our life was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
“Yes, you are,” I confirmed, stalking toward her, eating up the span of our kitchen in just a few strides. “You are the only thing left to eat tonight.”
Her forehead scrunched, and the V that appeared between her eyebrows every time she thought too hard about something popped up as if on cue. “You’re being weird. What’s going on?”
I gripped her hand in mine and led her from the kitchen and down the hall of our simple ranch-style home to our bedroom. “It’s more like what’s going down, Nat, and that will be me on you until you come on my tongue.” I looked back at her shocked face over my shoulder and added, “You’ll be begging for me to stop making you come today.”
She stumbled a bit, stunned, and, yes, the lust was there, whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was turned on. Her pupils dilated and a pink flush spread up her neck as she sucked in a quick gasp.
“Matteo.” She breathed my name as if she didn’t know what to say.
“Natalie?” I mocked as I opened the door to our room.
I may have gone a little overboard on the romantic side of things, but I didn’t care. She deserved candles and flowers even if I’d been thinking about unique ways to defile her body, how to touch her in ways she had never been touched before, as I set them up. I only wished I had known sooner that this was what she wanted. What husband wouldn’t be willing to try all the things his wife was reading about and watching on porn sites?
My wife would have her fantasies come true.
Tonight, though, we would start off simple.
Natalie and I had a lot to discuss before we did some things she was looking at. I didn’t know what she actually wanted to try versus what she was just intrigued by. Plus, I hadn’t done any of this shit before, and I needed to start off slow my-damn-self. You didn’t jump on the black diamond after years of only sliding down the bunny slope.
I watched as her eyes took in the room. The vanilla-scented candle flickering on the dresser. The rose petals on the bedspread. The red satin strip lying across the bed.
When she looked back at me over her shoulder, I was still standing in the doorway.
“What’s the ribbon for?” she questioned, walking toward the bed.
I made my way to her and picked up the piece of material. I stepped behind her and raised the strip over her head, then across her eyes.
“This,” I explained as I tied it into a knot behind her head.
She sucked in a quick breath. “And what are you planning to do while I’m blindfolded?”
