Forever More
Part 3 - And The Greatest Is Love
Chapter Fourty
Rebecca was busy in the kitchen making a salad for the intimate dinner that she had planned for Scott’s forty-fifth birthday. She had made arrangements for all of her children to be gone that evening. She was planning something special for her husband.
Scott came in from outside where he had put a couple of steaks on the grill. The dinner was not a surprise and he was looking forward to spending a nice romantic evening alone with his wife.
Earlier in the day, before she had left to spend the night at her girlfriend’s, Sarah had made her father a birthday cake all on her own, which they shared after Becky fed her younger children an early supper.
Kyle had called his father to wish him happy birthday and Ethan had already told him of the forthcoming gift of Michigan State vs. Michigan football tickets that they had secured for the three of them for later that fall.
Finishing up her task Rebecca wiped her hands on a towel, left him in charge and excused herself to go up to change for their dinner.
When at last she reentered the kitchen Scott knew that he was in for a very enjoyable evening. Rebecca had slipped into a very sexy tight black dress. Her ensemble was completed by black stockings and heels. Sucking in a breath he took her in his arms and buried his face into her neck.
"You smell so good." Then gently kissing his way to her ear lobe and sucking it into his lips, "And you taste really good too."
Grabbing his arms to push him away Rebecca laughed, "There’s time for that later, That’s dessert."
Still trying to hold her to him and bringing his lips back to hers, "Can’t we have dessert first?"
Rebecca enjoyed the long kiss but then looked him in the eye, "No."
She moved back to the counter and gathered together on a tray everything that they needed for their dinner. Scott let out a low grumble muttered under his breathe but went out and brought in the steaks.
Rebecca bent over to remove the baked potatoes from the oven and he moved up behind her running his hands across her hips and pushing his thighs into her.
She stood up, "I told you none of that," she laughed as she once again saw the look of exasperation on his face.
Carrying the tray he followed behind her as she climbed the stairs up to their bedroom, "You’re killing me here. You know that, don’t you?"
Rebecca turned and smiled.
They had planned to have dinner on the deck that lay beyond the large sliding glass panels that ran the full length of their bedroom. The deck had a private stairway leading down to a patio where the below ground hot tub churned steamy water. From the deck they had a wonderful view of the river and it was particularly beautiful that night as the glistening water sparkled through the trees.
Rebecca had already set a small table with her best china, crystal and candles. Scott lit the candles and opened a bottle of wine while Rebecca arranged the dinner on the table.
They enjoyed their meal and talked quietly drinking in the warm evening air. After their meal they sat back to sip their wine. Rebecca took the opportunity to present him with her gift.
Earlier Treage had given him a very nice bottle of cologne that his mother had purchased for him but that he had wrapped as best he could. Scott laughed as he could hardly see the wrapping paper for all the masking tape that covered the small package.
Then after Scott had showered for the evening Treage had bounced up and down in the middle of his parent’s bed and watched his father dress making sure that he indeed used the cologne. Scott was wearing it now as he took the small box from Becky’s hand.
Opening it his eyes came up to meet hers. It was his wedding ring.
For the last eleven months, since the accident, it had lain in the small top drawer of Rebecca’s jewelry box in the closet. It was bent and in two pieces because it had to be cut off from his finger.
She had wanted to have it repaired but after Scott had left, its broken state became a painful reminder of their broken marriage.
Now as Scott took it from the small velvet lined box it was so perfect. No evidence of the terrible damage that had been done was noticeable. Only the engraving on the inside bore a tiny hint that this one band had ever been separated.
Taking the ring from him Rebecca slipped it onto his finger. They felt complete again. The mending of the ring symbolized the mending of their marriage. It never left Scott’s finger from that moment on.
They continued to sit in the evening air and solitude and drink their wine.
Rebecca removed one of her heels and slid her foot up to rest between Scott’s legs. She wiggled her toes in until she felt the heat created by the hardening mass under his pants. Reaching down he massaged her foot as she continued to press into him. Sliding his hand up along the silky black stockings following her inner thigh he stopped when he felt the clasp of a garter laying tightly against her skin. He let out a low guttural moan as he realized that she indeed had much more planned for dessert.
Gathering up their glasses and the wine bottle they made their way down the steps to the waiting hot tub. Rebecca stood with her back to him. She lifted her hair as he slid the length of the zipper down passed her hips. The dress lay open in the back to reveal a black lace bra, panties and the garter belt that lay against her hips.
Turing her around he slipped the dress down and she stepped out of it. He took her in his arms, their mouths pressing hard and vigorous against the other as his hands traced every curve of her soft skin and felt the lace rub rough against his touch.
Unfastening her bra he pulled it off slowly toward him, her erect nipples rubbing against the flesh of his chest. Bending low he began to ease the black lace panties passed her hips, passed where her deliciously soft brown curls should have formed a wedge between her thighs but realized that she had taken the time to remove it all. Becky heard a low groan from deep within his throat. Lifting his eyes to hers he smirked, "Do my presents never end?"
Rebecca’s lips curled tightly at the ends to form a tender smile, "But I’m all out now."
"Oh, baby, I doubt that very much." His voice was low and husky as he nuzzled his nose and lips into the silky smooth moist folds between her legs.
Finally when she felt her legs weaken he finished sliding her panties down along the stockings but left the long black silk attached at the garters.
Laying her back onto the tiles that surrounded the hot tub he continued to enjoy the sight of her yearning for him. He undressed quickly and slid into the warm water, pulling her to him so that she sat before him at the edge of the tub, her legs still clothed in black silk and submerged in the water to either side.
From his standing position in the water he leaned over her form, kneading one nipple between his fingers while consuming the other sucking it hard into his mouth. Running the palm of his hand up along the silkiness of the stockings that he loved so much he found at their end her moist warm crevice, opening to his touch. Plunging two fingers deep he withdrew them and plunged in a second time. Rebecca leaned back onto the hard tiles. His fingers continued to work their way further into her aching flesh as his thumb massaged the hot spot already erect and sensitive to his touch.
Leaving her breasts his mouth found its way down, replacing his thumb. Sucking the hard nub devoid of soft wisps of hair between his lips and, rolling it about with his tongue, Rebecca writhed beneath him.
Pulling herself up on her elbows she watched as his blond head rubbed against the black silk adorning her thighs. Instinctively she curled her legs around his shoulders as spasms began to overtake her body. "Oh, god! Don’t stop! I love it! Scott, don’t ever stop!"
Her body tightened then relaxed and Scott felt the rush of warm envelope his hand. Rebecca laid limp against the wet tiles as he removed his fingers bringing one to his lips.
At long last he pulled her into the water with him where she sat between his legs on the ledge that surrounded the inside of the hot tub.
He reached over and poured them more wine. Laying back in his arms as the warm water bubbled around her body Rebecca enjoyed her own sensuality knowing what an affect it had on her husband. The steam from the water coupled with the warmth of his naked body as she sat against him brought a wonderful feeling of relaxation through her.
Finally Scott took their glasses and setting them on the ledge by the water turned her around on his lap. His mouth again took hers and the taste of the wine from his lips caused her to bury her tongue deep into his throat. She felt the strength of the pulsating column between his thighs as it pushed inside her flesh, still hot and swollen from his first encounter.
They sat together, facing each other, sipping more wine, shamelessly speaking in their own lover’s language of burning sensual pleasures and expectations. Rebecca’s muscles would tighten around him every so often as she felt him quicken deep within her. Scott sucked the wine from her tongue and licked the last traces of the taste from her lips as he lifted her up to the side of the tub.
He had other plans, Rebecca knew, but instead she stood and took off running across the lawn now covered in moonlight and shadows toward the river.
Scott pulled his dripping body from the water to chase after the laughing form. Her creamy skin still clothed from the thighs down in black silk was hauntingly beautiful in the soft light of the moon.
Catching her they tumbled to the ground still laughing as they rolled about in the cool grass near the water’s edge.
The grass stung against Rebecca’s back as he lay his weight upon her once more pressing his lips hard to her mouth as it opened to accept his tongue. She drew in his breath to fill her lungs.
Shifting their weight to one side Rebecca turned her body opposite his, her lips following a wet trail from his neck, along his chest. She stopped to run her tongue over a nipple, so much like hers yet so different. Continuing down she lingered a moment to bury the tip of her tongue into his navel then worked her way passed the trail of fine soft hair that led her to the object of her desires.
Taking the rigid length of him passed her lips she worked it hard against the back of her throat. The sensation caused him to let out a low moan that vibrated passed his lips to the wet recesses between her thighs where he once again had found himself immersed. She pushed her lower body to him as his tongue thrust deep within her. They lay together, their wet bodies totally engulfed in giving and receiving pleasure.
Finally Rebecca could stand it no longer and rolling him onto his back eased her body once again down as the smooth as steel instrument slid easily between her pulsating muscles, the black straps of the garter cutting into her thighs as she did so.
Rocking more feverishly as she went she kneaded her fingers into the smooth hard flesh of his chest. Bending his knees and pulling himself to a sitting position Scott buried his face between hers breasts as she clung to his head.
Rolling her over and never losing the rhythmic thrusts and pulls of their bodies, he lay above her pounding her body against the earth. Rebecca might have cried out from discomfort had she not been so intent on having him slam into her all the harder.
She was lost in a rush of sensations when she became aware of her husband’s first tremors of passion that began to seize his body. She felt him convulse deep within her, thus causing an explosion of her own as ecstasy engulfed her entire body.
When his spasms ceased Scott, wet with sweat and exhaustion withdrew from her and rolled onto the grass beside his wife. She huddled up under the warm fold of his arm as he pulled her closer onto his chest.
They lay together on the grass under the clear night sky listening to the soothing sound of the river as it floated passed them.
"Happy Birthday," Rebecca at last whispered.
Her lips feathered gently against Scott’s chest as he pulled her body closer to him kissing her soft hair that brushed his chin.
Speaking again she added, "Not too shabby for an old guy." Rebecca tilted her head to see her husband’s reaction.
"Hey!" Rolling over and pinning her weight to the grass and looking into her soft blue eyes that sparkled in the moonlight, "I’ll have you know that I can keep up with any man half my age." Scott’s voice turned low and sexy as his mouth came down once again on Rebecca’s. "Better, yet, I’ll show you."
And he did.
