Page 54 of Kobalt

While my fingers found a home in her pussy, my tongue rested inside of her ass after I spit in her hole, preparing it to be infiltrated.

“Ohh, shit, Kobalt—ugghh!” she screamed.

I smacked her on the ass. “Shut up and let me eat this ass like it came from a Michelin starred restaurant.”

“Eat it, baby. Eaaat it!” she screamed.

I spread her ass cheeks and buried my face in her. She shook her ass and fingered her pussy alongside my fingers. She squirted only moments later, and I pulled out and slid inside of her.

“Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn,” she cried out as I pummeled her insides. She was slippery wet inside from all that we had done up until this point, and I couldn’t help but think that this relaxation weekend had a positive effect on us.

Our second day started with yoga, a hike through the mountain, and a meditation session, and it ended with dinner in the garden.

We also enjoyed an outdoor thermal bath earlier in the day in an open pool. The warmth of the water felt good against our skin in the cool weather, and it went a long way in relieving our sore muscles after our hike. The milky blue of the pool shrouded in steam was peaceful to look at, and the smooth stones that lined the bottom of the pool and along the reflexology foot paths felt good underneath our feet. Once we got past the earthy, somewhat rotten egg smell and focused on the mineral scent and woodsmoke, we were able to relax and enjoy the experience.

Yesterday, our third day, we enjoyed a facial treatment, a couple’s massage, and a hydrotherapy session. It helped us to completely unwind and pushed a surge of deep relaxation throughout our body. The more our blood pressure dropped, the heavier our bodies became, and the sleepier we felt. We returned to the cottage for a long, peaceful afternoon nap, and we ended our day with a romantic dinner at the firepit served by the attendants, and we made love before we went to bed.

After breakfast was served this morning, we participated in another yoga session, a nature walk, and then a complete spa treatment that included facials, manicures and pedicures, and massages.

Kobalt stood in the center of the bedroom, and he wore a curious smile on his face. I lifted my gaze in the mirror to meet his as I put my earrings on.

“What?” I asked.

“I wanna know what you’re up to.”

“What makes you think that I’m up to something?”

“Because I know you. You’ve got that look in your eyes that tells me you’ve planned something special. I’m getting anxious as hell, too, and just knowing that you’ve done something that you’re keeping me in suspense about has my dick hard.”

I laughed. “Boy, your dick is always hard.”

He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt the pressure of his erection against my ass, and my eyes fluttered when he made it jump against me. When I looked in the mirror again, I noticed the twinkle in my eyes that matched his.

“Thought I was playing, didn’t you?”

“No. I meant it when I said your dick is always hard, but—you were right when you said I’d planned something, and I was keeping you in suspense.”

He sank his teeth into the side of my neck, and I moaned as my pussy clenched in response. My nipples hardened against the lace of my white dress.

“You’re gonna tell me what you’re up to? You look stunning and sexy as hell in this dress. Got me wanting to peel it off you slowly. It hugs every one of your curves.”

My all-lace Spanish cream bodycon dress was seductive but had a Bohemian flair with the unexpected fringe along the hem and the wrists. It wrapped around my body and highlighted all my curves, flattering my figure in a way nothing else ever had. The off-the-shoulder dress had a modest V-neck in the front and a deeper, daring plunge in the back that stopped a few inches above my ass. Lace floral appliques made up the body of the dress, as well as its sheer, long sleeves. A soft, stretchy satin slip was underneath to prevent the entire dress from being see-through. Its mermaid shape pooled out three feet behind me.

It had taken only a week for the stylist I normally worked with to find the perfect dress for today.

“You look rather handsome and sexy yourself,” I replied as his hands slowly ran down my arms.

After his shower, he was surprised to find a linen white suit that had been with his tailor at his request for months. When I found his personal tailor’s card on his desk, I had taken a snapshot of it and called him. After explaining who I was, what I wanted, and giving him an added bonus, he told me that he had the perfect suit—something he and Kobalt had been working on, but Kobalt wasn’t sure what he wanted the final look to be. His tailor already knew what it should be, and he asked if he had permission to move ahead with his vision, and I had approved it.

His pearly cream handmade, single-breasted linen suit looked as if it had been made just for him, and it was. The black shirt against his deep brown skin made my mouth water, and the urge to have sex in lieu of our other plans grew deep within me.

“Thank you, but you haven’t told me what we’re about to do yet, spicy.” He pinched my nipple, my panties flooded, and I half-moaned and groaned.

“You’re about to ruin the day, Kobe.”

“Am I? Or am I about to have a nice cherry on top of an already amazing day?” he asked, cupping my mound through my dress.

“Oh, God. Please, baby. Stop.”