9. Nine

Chase

I’m driving us back from the sunset balloon ride. I scored! Val loved it—bonus points for Knight. I look over at Val, but she seems lost in thought. She still has a dreamy look in her eyes. She had the same look when she was watching the sunset in my arms.

Damn, it felt good to hold her in my arms. She’s wearing some type of black lace stretchy top that shows off her tanned skin. Between her snug top and those painted-on jeans, I was beginning to sweat. What would she say if she knew I had X-rated thoughts about her?

We’ve been married for seven days, and Val sneaks back to her apartment every night to sleep in her own bed. I warned her she could get caught, but she insisted.

We ought to get a bigger place, but I love the backyard improvements we made. It would be hard to find a house with such a nice entertainment area. Hard, but not impossible.

I make a mental note to check out some houses for sale in our neighborhood.

Just watching her bowl was making me hard. I don’t think she has any idea of her appeal. With her lush, curvy body that beacons to me, her unruly black curls, and those dark bedroom eyes. I’m an absolute saint for not giving in to my baser instincts.

I wonder what she would do if I pulled over to the side of the road, set her on my lap, and had my wicked way with her. Is she loud? Does she cry out when she orgasms? I want to know what she looks like when she comes. Will she keep her eyes open when I take her, or will she close them because the feeling is so intense? Are her nipples reddish-pink or more brown? What does she taste like?

There are so many things I want to discover about Val. And why shouldn’t I? She’s my wife. Dammit. My wife and I haven’t even made love to her yet.

“Chase?”

“Ye... sorry, let me clear my throat,” I cough, “Yeah, Val?”

“Thanks again for making this day so special.”

I want to say, ‘I know what would make it really special…’ but I keep my thoughts to myself. I can’t tell her that. She thinks of me as a friend.

“I’m glad it was special for you, Val. Probably not as special as getting fifty-one percent of stock, but—“

“No, Chase. It was way more special than any stock. I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”

“It’s not over yet, Val.”

“What do you mean? Nothing could be better than watching the sunset in a hot-air balloon.”

“Nothing big, I ordered your favorite Italian meal to go. I didn’t want you to have to cook on your birthday.”

“That sounds wonderful. But, Chase, I never mind cooking.”

“That’s good because you’ve made dinner almost every night.”

“I’m glad you like my Italian cooking. It’s fun to cook for someone who likes my food.”

I rub my flat stomach. “I love your food, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to cook for me. Okay?”

“Got it. And I appreciate that.”

I swing by the restaurant, pick up our to-go orders, and then pull into our driveway.

I unlock the door, and Val and I go into my apartment.

“Do you want to eat at the dining table or outside on the deck?”

“It’s such a beautiful night. Let’s sit outside. I’ll grab some drinks.”

I continue on out the glass sliding doors and put the food containers on the table.

“Bring silverware, okay?”

“Already have it.”

Val sets down two glasses of iced tea and silverware. “I brought napkins just in case.”

We both sit down, and Val opens her Fettuccine Alfredo, and I bite into my lasagna. She opens the container of garlic bread and passes me two slices.

I continue to eat while Val talks about the progress she has made on the imaging software she’s been working on.

“I’m excited about the details we’ve been able to enhance. Our preliminary testing looks very promising. We’re getting to the point in the development where I’ll have to start going into the office, though. So, I won’t be working from home as often as I used to.”

“You’re lucky you can work from home as much as you do.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s one of the things I love about programming. So, how was your day, Chase? You’ve been home almost every night this week.”

I give her a grin, “I could say because I’m now a married man, but next week, I’ll have to work a few late nights or maybe some very early mornings.”

She just nods. After she finishes her meal, she looks at the last container.

“What’s in that?””Well, it’s too small of a container to be a birthday cake. Open it and find out.”

Val eagerly opens the container.

“Oh, you didn’t! Zeppoles! I love these— fried dough, powdered sugar, and yep! Raspberry sauce.”

She pulls the container toward her and eats a few, then while she’s licking her fingers, she smiles over at me, “Here, take what you want.”

”I might just do that,” I say as I look at her suggestively.

She stops licking the sweet off her fingers, and I see her eyes grow wide.

Damn, what am I doing? I casually reach out and take a handful of her dessert. I dunk one into the raspberry sauce and take a bite.

“These are damn good.”

“See what you’ve been missing out on?”

After all the innocent innuendos from Val. And a not-so-innocent remark from me. My zipper is pressing uncomfortably against my hardening erection. I adjust the way I’m sitting but still don’t get any relief.

“It’s getting cooler out here. Let’s go in.”

We each pick up a few things to clear the table and then carry the now-empty cartons into the house and place them in the trash.

Val goes into the kitchen to wash her hands, and when she turns around, she runs smack into my chest. Hard.

My arms automatically come out to wrap around her to keep her from being thrown off balance.

I look down at a startled Val. “Oh, I’m sorry, Chase.”

I can’t resist her anymore. I lean down and lick the sprinkling of powdered sugar off her lower lip. Her startled eyes look up into mine, and then I lean down again and cover her lips with mine.

I kiss her slowly, then I nibble on her lower lip, then I kiss her again. I feel her arms go around my neck, and then I plunge my tongue into her mouth. I hear her whimper as I pull her closer. So close that she can feel my body’s response to her softness. I’m hard. I’ve been hard.

I feel her shift her legs so my engorged cock is cushioned in the junction of her thighs. This feels just as good as I thought it would, or maybe better. I reach down and grab her ass cheeks. They fill my hands just like I knew they would. I lightly give them a squeeze as I pull her hips up against me.

She whimpers again. The sound goes right to my dick. It twitches in response. I feel her rub herself against my hardness, and I’m lost.

“Val, if you want me to stop, you have to tell me now because, in another few minutes, there won’t be any stopping me. Understand?”