My Body-His Marcello by Blakely Bennett

made it the worst in my life. But afterwards,
as Luke cared for me, for the first time I felt married, connected
to another person. I believed Luke when he said that he knew we
were meant to be together. I no longer worried that he really
wished he’d married Janice or any of the other women in the photo
album. He chose me. He married me.
    There were still
two mysteries: the garter belt in one of his files and the blank
spaces where photos had once been at the end of the album. I had
stopped worrying that he would find out about my unsanctioned
snooping in his office in our old apartment.
    I don’t mean to
imply I’m proud of the fact that I went through all Luke’s files
and cabinets after he told me where to find the key to his office.
But the phone kept ringing every hour and waking me throughout the
night. Once I’d opened it, I couldn’t bring myself to lock the door
again. I was desperate to know more about Luke and I let my
curiosity lead me astray.
    * * *
    Luke pampered me
as an apology for the wedding and the aftermath. He worked little
and we made love in the gentlest of ways. We opened our wedding
presents sporadically during that time. We received several serving
platters and vases, which must be the go to gifts when someone
doesn’t register. It never occurred to me to do so and Luke hadn’t
mentioned it. Christian’s gift stood out amongst the rest—a
multi-purpose device made of cloth and Velcro latches.
    “ What
is this for?” I asked Luke, holding up the purple
material.
    “ Must
be one of items from Pandora’s Box. Looks like it could be used as
a blindfold …” he said as he switched the folds of the material
another way. “This is rather clever. You can use it for handcuffs
or as wrapping device for restraints.”
    “ Oh,”
I said, taking it back from him and writing the gift description
next to Christian’s name for thank you cards.
    “ Make
sure you pack this for Japan since we can’t try it out tonight,” he
said and winked.
    “ Lie
down on your stomach so I can look at your back. You seem to be
healing up nicely,” he said as applied the salve that offered me so
much relief.
    A few days had
passed and I felt ravenous for him. “I miss having you inside me,”
I said, shifting onto my side to look into his eyes.
    “ As do
I, love, but we leave shortly for Japan and I don’t want you
uncomfortable on the plane.”
    “ Can
you at least hold and kiss me? I can climb on top, so only the
front of my body will be against you.” I pouted my lip in the way I
knew he loved.
    He chuckled and
said, “Okay, you win, but don’t get used to it.”
    Quickly
disrobing, he lay down next to me on his back and helped me to
maneuver on top of him. He couldn’t wrap his arms around me so he
held my face as we began to softly kiss.
    “ You
are so beautiful.” The love radiated from his eyes and his energy
seemed to crackle around us. “I can’t wait to show you my life in
Japan. I have an apartment in Tokyo and we’ll travel to other
places as well.”
    “ I
don’t have much experience traveling abroad. I can’t wait for you
to show me everything.”
    I wanted more of
our kissing. Our passion ignited and I couldn’t help wriggling my
hips against him as his cock grew beneath me. My juices had me
sliding back and forth over his erection. I tilted my hips at an
angle trying to work his member inside.
    Luke laughed and
said, “What are you doing, naughty girl?”
    “ What
does it feel like? I would think you of all people would know
what’s about to happen,” I said, caressing his cheek with my
hand.
    “ Are
you sassing me, my Jane?” he said with deep affection.
    “ You
know it, my husband. Now please help me!”
    He tilted his
hips and slid home. The gentle lovemaking had me moaning out loud
as he gripped my arms to slide me up and down on him. He continued
the dance of his tongue and lips on my mouth, breathing me in,
biting my lower lip ... The sweet friction of our sex