Game #10

By: Sarie

I walked into the foyer of the large home Kevin had bought me. No, us. Had to keep reminding myself that, even if it was a secret from every fan imaginable. I could hear opera playing in the background, piped through the house by the speakers hidden in every wall. Listening closer I realized it was Kevin's favorite, "Madame Butterfly". Thinking he must be there I made my way through the 1st floor, calling for him. Making my way up the stairs I came to the conclusion he must be gone, although I couldn't imagine why, not after I had told him I was literally dying to see him. He understood, of course. He always did.

I could remember him whispering heavily into my ear, calling on his cell phone from the tour bus, just before he went to sleep. "Conversations aren't doing it anymore." He'd moaned. "There are things I need…"
"Like what?" I'd asked, teasing him.
"The way your skin clings to my fingers, the way your hair falls onto your shoulders." He had continued, I knowing he was lying alone in his bunk, thinking only of him and his sultry voice until I had almost climaxed while on the phone with him. I'd had to beg him to stop, which only made him laugh…

But now I was home, and he was home. And I would get to feel him again. Feel him on me, feel him in me… I stopped, steadying myself on the staircase. I had to get a hold of myself. Walking into our bedroom, I dropped my bags on the floor, and only then did I see it.

A long, blue silk evening gown was lying on the bed, with a piece of scrap paper on it. Once I'd expected it closer, I realized it was a note. To me. Just then the stereo clicked, and I could hear the CD changer moving, putting on the next CD. I looked down at the note again as "The Nutcracker" ballet filled the room. I read silently, only my lips moving as a small smile broke across my face.

Hello baby, I guess this is welcome home? You're wondering where I am. I know you, always impatient. All I can say is this: Right now I am insanely hot for you. Put on the dress and go to the barn. You know how we do this. Are you ready for game #10? -Kev

Was I ready? Did he even need to ask? He'd been the one to start our games, and it had been our small secret ever since then. All he had to do was whisper "game #4" in my ear during a party, and I would instantly get wet. I could turn it on him too, remembering the time I'd snuck into a concert with out him knowing, and hung a sign that had said "Kevin…game #2" on it. The game where we ended up making love on the stage. He'd come home that night and fallen on me, laughing, explaining how hard it was to dance when he was hard…

But there I go again, getting a head of myself, letting my thoughts run away with me. I slipped the dress over my head, and as a second thought, took off all of my underwear. "Welcome home sweetheart." I'd whispered to myself as I headed out the back door to the barn, only wondering what could be waiting for me there.

I found another note on the door of the barn. It had said to take the horse and ride out to the valley a half mile down from the house. It had also said I'd know what I was looking for when I saw it.

I shifted in the saddle, trying to become comfortable in my dress, trying to find Kevin in the mass expanse of grass. Then suddenly, there he was. We both smiled, mine smug, his sexy as our eyes met. There I was in my evening dress, and there he was, in a pair of rough brown pants, and nothing else.

When I reached him I got down off my horse, and sent it out to graze, before turning to face him. "Welcome home." I purred, trying my best to appear calm, and hoping it was working, when all I could think about was when I should jump him. "Do I pass inspection?" I asked. He only smiled. We stood there, staring at each other for at least 5 minutes, neither moving, neither speaking. Finally, I lifted my face to him, and moaned slowly, showing I wanted him, "Please…"

"I thought you never ask." He whispered, his voice caught in his throat. Then, instantly he was on me.

I fell to the grass, feeling only my passion, and then his, where it met mine. Our mouths met hungrily; opening, closing. Our tongues touched, and I felt as though sparks had ricocheted through my body. He was desperate to get my dress off, clawing at it, until he found the zipper, and then, so eager to take it off of my body that he ripped it as he pulled it down, exposing my bare breasts. "My god…" he smiled "No bra, no panties? What a welcome home present!" He worked it lower and lower, until it was around my ankles, and then his tongue started it's way down my body also. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and closed my eyes as his long, wet tongue went lower and lower, leaving it's moisture on my breasts, where my nipples had turned rock hard, and down to my abdomen.

He looked up and let his eyes twinkle at me before moving his head between my thighs, where he began to lick me, and move his tongue slowly in and out. He continued, making bolts of pleasure run through my body. I could feel myself go higher, and higher, almost reaching my point. Just before I came, I grabbed onto the sides of his head and held him still. "Don't…move…" I sighed through clenched teeth.

"Why?" He asked his voice muffled.

"Because," I continued, "If you do, I'm going to explode." I could feel Kevin smile against my skin, and then, with a delicious twist of his tongue, I came violently, screaming out. I panted softly as he licked up my juices, and then crawled back over me.

Not wanting to stop, not even waiting to regain my breath, I began to work at his pants, pulling them down, until his manhood, enlarged and stiff, emerged. I moved up to him, letting my tongue delve into his belly button, before taking him, swollen, and throbbing into my mouth. I began to suck gently, and then harder, as he moaned and leaned back, enjoying all I was giving him. I let my tongue move around him, and then flicked his tip with it, knowing how much he enjoyed this. "Enough!" He cried suddenly, pushing me back down, spreading my legs to ready me.

Grabbing onto his member, I positioned it just at my opening and then, ever so slowly, I took him, bit by bit into me. I could see the pleasure in his face as he moved deeper and deeper, delighted at how slowly I was moving. Once I was filled with him, and he had hit my wettest, deepest spot, he gathered me in his arms, kissing me everywhere. Then we lay together while he started the rhythm, moving slowly, and then picking up speed. I could feel him fully, hot and warm inside of me. Only he felt like that. No one else. Just before he came, he pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged back into me, making us come together, our mouths and tongues stifling each other's screams.

Exhausted, he pulled out of me, and lay still, looking at me. "What?" I asked, fighting to regain my breath.

"Nothing." He smiled. Then, "I love you. I missed you."

"I love you too. Welcome home." I curled up into Kevin as we pulled our clothes over us for blankets, thinking of nothing but how much we loved each other…and what game would come next.

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