His hands slowly made their way around and under the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts. They ached for his attention. Her body always ached for his attention. Her body responded without a thought and she arched her back, grinding her ass into his crotch. She could feel his need through the fabric, which sent a thrill throughout her body and a soft mewl escaped her lips.
His rough hands scooped her needy tits until his fingers massaged her burning skin to the point where his thumbs and forefingers were rolling her now throbbing nipples. As if her body needed more dry tinder. His mouth, scratchy with the barbs of the day’s stubble, brushed her neck just as his lips parted to kiss her delicate flesh.
Her eyes welded shut, trying to come to terms with all the sensations tingling within her. The hot flame of passion leaked into her panties. The frustration of not being able to get her ass high enough to rub exactly where she needed it most. Nothing else in the world mattered.
“Nightshade,” he said evenly.
She gasped. The word she so longed to hear. The word she craved. The word that let her sink into him completely. The word that meant everything to her.
DING
Her eyelids flew open… to reveal a different time. The bell of the arriving elevator snapped her out of her daydream.
The evening had been a whirlwind and it finally caught up to Taylor as he walked along the downtown hotel hallway to the elevators. For the first time in over two years, he and his wife, Alexis, had broken away from the house and the kids to carve some time for themselves. The pandemic had strained their relationship, but at the same time, it had strengthened their love for each other.
Sex had been vastly different from their pre-pandemic routine. Their passion for play, Alexis’ need to submit, and Taylor’s need to dominate had ebbed into quieter and less intense affairs, made necessary by the sleeping children always just a thin wall away. While it had gotten them through it all, it left the couple wanting more. Much more.
He missed that smoldering look in her eyes. The one where she was so lost in the moment that nothing else mattered but the two of them. He missed the rush of it, just saying their words to begin it all; her sweet submission was coveted and savored no less each time. He missed his kitten.
They’d dressed up tonight for a nice dinner in town. The drinks at the hotel bar were settling in now, and they’d decided to call it a night and finally head to the room. Alexis had gently probed him all week about what was to come.
Taylor had finally gotten the message after her continually alluding to it all week, and he simply told her, “It’s been two years. Let’s just enjoy each other and leave the labels for another time. I think there will be enough going on without all that.” He smiled warmly at her. “Besides, I’ve already got your mother to watch them the Wednesday after next.”
Just time alone together was enough at this point, with the hope of more soon after being even better.
~*~
Alexis checked herself in the elevator mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and she scolded herself for having that second peach margarita. They were so good, and Alexis didn’t drink often so she allowed herself this little indulgence. She tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear and grinned at how relaxed and a little turned-on she felt.
Her eyes strayed to her husband and roamed down his tall frame. The grin on her face widened as she did. Here stood the man she loved and had lusted after for most of her life. The last few years had been difficult and had taken a toll on them in many ways, yet strengthened them as a family. She was grateful for that because many of her friend’s marriages ended up a casualty of the pandemic.
Taylor cocked his head to the side and rolled his neck, adjusting it. Alexis wanted to reach out and touch it but instead brought her fingers to her mouth, playing gently with her bottom lip. She was a little unsure if he would fully welcome it or if he just wanted to sleep for one uninterrupted night.
He tilted his head to the other side and then dropped it forward. The thought of his head dropping down between her legs flashed into her mind, and she felt the dull ache grow for him. Her eyes closed, and she, once again, recalled that time in the elevator.
The instant the doors closed, his hand explored her. He said the word. She eagerly said hers and he pushed her against the elevator wall. One strong hand held her hands above her head as his mouth devoured hers. His hips ground into her, and his other hand roughly squeezed her breast. That night, she was naked before they hit their room. Security got a show that night.
Her body again responded to that memory. If she was being honest, her body always came alive in an elevator with Taylor. Alexis felt the first bit of sweetness slip slowly between her folds, dampening her panties and she casually crossed one foot in front of the other to put pressure on her overly heated sex.
Wanting her husband was never the problem. The problem occurred when they slipped into a routine. Wake up early and get dressed. Then the day was full of school work, Zoom calls, normal work, two dogs, a rabbit, all their kids’ activities, and the never-ending supply of dishes and laundry. By the time they got the children to bed, spontaneous sex was the last thing on their minds. It was far too easy to get wrapped up in the monotony of it all.
Alexis watched as her husband yawned and stretched. Her hopes that tonight would be like the old days were suddenly dashed. She sighed but put on a bright smile as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. The night had been wonderful; she did not want to ruin it by showing how sad she suddenly felt. He had done so much to make it a perfect night; she wouldn’t spoil it for him now.
~*~
Of course, he’d downplayed it all. The last thing he wanted was for Alexis to see it coming. He needed his kitten just as badly as she’d needed her Sir. His plan for the night slowly came together in his mind throughout the week, and each delicious detail he roped together made the wait for the weekend that much more excruciating.
Taylor tapped his phone, unlocked the door to the room, and held it open for her. Alexis’ sweet peach smell from her drink filled his nostrils as she breezed past him. He stepped inside and paused to watch her shapely ass sway, beckoning him. Her heels clicked on the tile, once, twice, and then just before the next click, THUD, the door closed behind him.
“Nightshade,” he said in a calm, firm tone.
She was just about to turn into the bathroom and froze at the word, their word. A word Taylor hadn’t uttered in over two years. A word that had been taken away from them by circumstance. A word that he fully intended to reclaim with her.
She turned to him, moving carefully, trying to give nothing away. He knew she prided her calm in surprise situations. He knew her well enough to know that her mind was racing as her body betrayed her appearance of composure. Alexis’ cheeks were flushed, and he saw her taking slow, even breaths.
“A moment, please?” she asked as she smiled seductively and pointed to the bathroom.
Taylor tried to stay impassive, but this was not what he had expected. Not once had she not responded with her safe word, the word that started everything. He nodded in return without speaking. He feared his voice might give away his anxiety. Damn it, it’s been too long, he thought.
Click… click… click… her heels danced on the tiles, echoing loudly in the silent room. Taylor watched as the door softly closed behind her.
Suddenly alone and unsure, Taylor was fidgety. He stepped out of his black dress shoes to not tip her off with his pacing that soon followed. His confidence was shaky from the high he had felt right as he uttered their word. Is she unsure? Does she not want this? Did I misread her? Does she still want Sir, and what comes with that anymore? Each question further rattled him, with no answer readily available.
He thought he heard her talking to herself, but he couldn’t discern what she was saying. The thought rolled around his head, broken by the sound of the toilet flushing and the water from the sink subsequently running. He raced back to his shoes, donning them, and reclaimed the position of attention she’d left him in, leaving no outward trace of the insecurities racing within him.
~*~
Alexis thought she caught a glimpse of something on his face, but he was so damn good at this that it was too fast for her to discern what it meant.
She barely managed to shut the door before breaking out in a shimmy of excitement. Holy shit, he said it, he actually said it, her mind reeled from the pleasure of hearing their word.
Her head snapped from side to side, looking for something, but not quite knowing what to do first. Alexis’ heart was racing, and she had the urge to giggle.
She closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Stop it, get your shit together, Lex. This is what you wanted. Now calm down. First things first. Shoes.
Alexis slipped out of her heels. They added an element of sexiness to her outfit but were not practical for Sir and some of the things he may want her to do. Anything he wants me to do. Just thinking that made a giggle finally slip out.
“Sir,” she whispered out loud to feel it roll off her tongue. It had been so long.
She hiked her wrap dress up, looked at her sensible white cotton undies, and wrinkled her nose, immediately regretting her choice to wear them for comfort. In the reflection of the mirror, she saw her toiletry bag sitting behind the door, and she instantly felt excited. Alexis dropped down and dug through it until she found the secret bag at the bottom.
This secret bag had been packed since the night she found out they were going to the hotel. Not to be presumptuous, just prepared. The bag contained white thigh highs with matching lace panties and one pair of navy thigh highs and navy lace panties to match. She gave a blessing for the white lace bra she had chosen. It went beautifully with the navy dress and its little white polka dots but it would also go with either bottoms she chose.
Alexis wasted little time slipping off the sensible pair, letting them fall to the floor. Her fingers hovered over already needy sex, watching herself in the mirror. She bit her lip and allowed them to press firmly against herself, her middle finger sliding easily between her swollen lips. The slightest brush along her button made her gasp and Alexis did it again, more deliberate this time.
Her knees grew weak at the thought of what Taylor was about to do to her and she allowed herself to move lower, pressing firmly onto the slick heat. One finger dipped smoothly inside, her eyes still locked with her reflection. With a deep breath, she slowly withdrew her finger and rubbed it along her lips before sucking it into her mouth, the taste erupting on her tongue.
Good Lord, get back on track, Lex, she snapped to herself. Patience.
With one last look at herself, she gave one nod of reassurance and slipped on the much sexier white lace boyshorts, very similar to the ones she wore on their wedding night. She propped one leg at a time on the sink to rub in her favorite lotion. It had a soft scent of honeysuckles. Once her legs felt silky smooth, she slid the white thigh-highs up over her shapely legs.