I headed out to the grill with the chicken, thinking about potential scenarios that would occur once Stacy told my parents. I sighed, knowing life would work out one way or the other. Just as I sat the meat on the patio table, I heard a rustle in the shrubbery beside me. Looking down, I saw one of my biggest fears: a snake. It didn’t matter how long I’d lived in the country, I never, ever would be a fan of reptiles, so I did what I always did whenever I saw one: jumped sky high and screamed!
The snake moved, in my mind curling up to strike, and I tripped over a chair as I ran toward the house. Dubois met me running full tilt. “What’s happened?”
I jumped on him and wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. “A snake! There’s a snake on the patio!” I blubbered as I squeezed his neck tighter. Dubois took a few steps toward the open patio door. “No! Didn’t you hear me? There’s a snake on the patio!” His eardrum should have burst wide open.
“I heard you. The door is open. Let me close it.”
I held on like an eight-armed monkey, trembling as he walked to the door and slid it closed. “Aye, I see it.” I clutched him tighter. “It’s just a king snake. They are harmless. We have them on the island. In fact, I had a snake as a pet.”
I leaned away from him and stared. In my world, normal people didn’t own snakes. “You did?”
“Yes.” He rubbed my back. “It was a big draw for the girls.”
I bopped his shoulder and laughed. “Men.”
“Well, I am honest.” He kissed me. “Let me get rid of the snake, place the chicken on the pit, and then, how about we”—his finger traced my lips—“we try out your favorite place? It will relieve some of the tension I feel in your body.” His hand roamed down my back to cup my hips. I felt his cock poking upward…into my hot center. Dubois slid me slowly down his front. I had ample opportunity to feel the length and breadth of him as the centimeters crept by. My clit jumped as the hardness brushed past it.
Damn, he looks good and feels like he’s packing! “Sure. But only if you get rid of the snake first.”
“Of course. I told you I planned to, so everything in correct order.” A kiss to the forehead. “Your knight will return momentarily.”
My feet were on the floor but I definitely felt like I was floating. My knight. Mine, all mine. I watched as Dubois retrieved the broom and advanced on the snake. The pointed black head lifted and I stifled the panicky scream bubbling up my throat. But Dubois kept his distance, curled the snake around the broom handle, and walked off the patio and toward the woods behind.
When he disappeared, I took my time, tiptoeing and peeking for any of the snake’s friends or relatives before I turned on the spa, setting the temperature and velocity of the jets. Those jets weren’t stand-ins for the real thing, but they weren’t half bad. I continued searching the patio thoroughly before I placed the chicken on the grill. Dubois returned. He ran his fingers into the churning water. “Feels good.” He let his fingers trail in the ripples. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead, then looked at me, smiled, and said, “Want to do this naked?”
My first thought was no. After all, I’d spent most of my life inhibited because of one reason or another, usually my feelings of inadequacy—weight, looks, attitude. But this was different. Dubois was my husband, so why not? “If you are game, I am.”
Dubois crooked his finger at me. I dutifully walked over, tingles traveling all through my body. I stopped in front of him. His fingers brushed my hair off my shoulders. “You are such a beautiful woman.” A girl never tired of hearing that. “Those other men were fools…and I am extremely glad they were.”
His hands moved to the lower edge of my T-shirt. Warm fingers brushed against my skin. Butterflies swam and dove in my stomach. Dubois pulled it up slowly, inch by inch, and over my head. He smiled appreciatively. I felt some of my old fears return and my arms slid up to cover my chest. “Don’t, you are truly so beautiful,” he whispered. I let my arms drop to my sides.
He pulled me close, hands skimming my hips. I took this opportunity to unbutton the top button of his shirt. My lips lifted at the corners as I watched the vessel pulse on the side of his neck. I unbuttoned the next three buttons, allowing me to see the nice growth of hair lying on his chest. I loved a hairy man, so I slid my fingers beneath the fabric, ran them through the thick thatch. It was rough, prickly; my nipples rose in anticipation.
Dubois swallowed, and a pulse jumped in his neck. I unbuttoned the final two buttons and pulled his shirt from his pants and off his shoulders, getting my first full view of his upper body. This man was definitely a magnificent piece of manhood. I couldn’t stop myself from walking around him and looking. From his broad chest to the delineated muscles in his back…pure perfection.
Further thoughts were erased because Dubois grabbed me and began unzipping my shorts. He held my eyes as he navigated them off my hips and let them drop to the ground. Dubois’s pants were a bit trickier. He wore a belt and his pants had double buttons before reaching the zipper. His bulge didn’t make pulling the zipper down an easier task, but I persevered. Soon, we were both standing in our underwear.
“Your turn.” I obliged and turned in a half-circle before hands stopped me. Dubois unhooked my bra and removed it, his tongue sliding down my arm in pursuit. My breasts puckered in the air. My breath held in my chest, unsure, as he dropped to his knees. A finger slid into either side of my waistband and my panties were gently tugged over the rise of my cheeks and off my hips. With a slight half-twist of my body, my bush ended up inches from his face. He licked his lips. My pussy pulsed, its fragrance wafting upward to my nose. My stomach flattened as his face moved closer, closer, closer. Dubois rubbed his face in my bush, his chin tenderly bumping, teasing my clit, eliciting a moan from me.
If he keeps this up, we’re definitely going to go back on all that “Let’s take it slow” stuff we said!
He rose. I saw smears of my juice on his face. I waited. Dubois lifted me, held me over the spa, and let me down easy into the warm water. He shucked off his boxers and climbed in beside me. Yes indeed, he was gorgeous from his head to his big-ass black cock to his big-ass feet. I was warm all over. Of course, it didn’t help that the jets were shooting water directly at my pussy.
“You like?” I asked as he climbed in and submerged himself.
“Very much. I have only experienced one hot tub. It was at the hotel where I worked a few summers on the mainland.”
I nodded. “Tell me more about you. The juicy stuff, like…what exactly does husbandship training include?” The husbandship referral had definitely piqued my curiosity. I’d Googled it, but came up with nothing but references to husbandry, and that was for animals.
He gave me a cautious look. “Are you sure you want to know?”
This further stoked my curiosity. “Sure. Why not?”
He thought a second before he spoke. “It can seem…overwhelming to some.”
What the heck? “You start telling me and I’ll stop you if I can’t handle it. Deal?” I held out my pinkie finger.
“Deal.” He wrapped his pinkie around mine. I guess some customs are worldwide. “It’s very simple: I learned how to please a woman in every form and fashion.”
“Etiquette and things like what we like, what to expect?” Sounded pretty basic.
“Yes, along with the art of making love.” A smile teased at his lips.
Whoa! “The art of making…love?” In my world, it was learn as you go, not any formal training I’d ever heard about.
“Yes. Sex is more than just a meeting of bodies. A good lover has to develop skills to not only please his lover but to mix it up and continue to please her time after time.”
This I could understand, after my few experiences