Sharon's Reclamation

A sequel to An Evening at Club Couple-Up.

Patrick opened the car door for Sharon, giving her a chaste kiss before closing the door. Sharon looked a little dismayed at the show of restraint and clung to his hand for a moment, turning it over so she could put a sweet kiss in the middle of his palm. She looked up at him with those wide amber eyes, "mmmm" she murmured as she slowly ran her tongue up his middle finger, giving the pad of the finger a gentle nibble before sucking the finger into her mouth. She smiled like a mischievous child.

Patrick smiled and patted her knee reassuringly. As he started to close the door again, he noticed her skirt hem was covering her creamy thighs. He adjusted the skirt so that the lacy tops of her stockings were showing, then he couldn't resist slipping his hand over her pussy, fingers probing for milky evidence.

He knew his young bride would be somewhat abashed. It had taken a few trips to the club to overcome her conventional upbringing and she'd only just last week had public sex and that was with him. He'd been thrilled to see her enter the club so full of her own sexual power tonight. An upwelling of pride filled him as he watched heads turn to follow her.She's mine,he thought,and she will be coming home with me.

They rode home in a charged silence. Patrick drove carefully, his gaze going from road to rearview mirror to Sharon's thighs and back again to the road. Sharon seemed absorbed in her own thoughts and though he wanted to ask how she felt—howitfelt, he left her to process the events of the evening in her own way.

"Did you enjoy the club tonight?" Sharon finally broke the silence with a question loaded with subtext.

"I did." He answered. "I enjoyed seeing you work that room. I enjoyed seeing you give in to the cravings of your body. I enjoyed seeing two very sexy people enjoy one another."

"You know that's not what I meant." She said, staring at her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"Yes, I enjoyed the club." Patrick answered. "Do you want to hear about my evening?" His tone implied that she would not.

"Yes, I do. Tell me about your evening." It was said in a resolute tone and Patrick decided to spare her by starting off with the stripper.

"As you know, I was seated next to the dance pole," he began.

"No. No I don't want to hear about it after all." She interrupted. Patrick smiled. He knew she'd stop him there. He pulled into the garage of their three bedroom condo and came around to open the door for Sharon. He held onto her hand and pulled her into a close embrace, placing her hand flat over his chest and covering it with his own. "My darling. What happens there happens in a bubble. It doesn't affect anything else. It certainly doesn't affect the love and respect I have for you. I only want you more, love you more. Just like I want you more and love you more every single day we are together."

Sharon caressed his face and kissed his mouth. "I am constantly amazed at the many ways you empower me."

Patrick laughed. "I am constantly amazed at how unaware you are of your own power."

They went in to the apartment and hung up their coats. Patrick looked toward the fireplace. "What now? Are you ready for bed or would you like to hang out here in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine?"

Sharon made a small moue of disappointment. "You promised to reclaim me."

Patrick flashed a wide smile that showed off his dimples and sparkled in his green eyes. "I will." He took her hand and led her upstairs. "Come along then, my eager beaver!"

He pulled her into their bedroom and through the dressing room to the large bathroom. He pushed her blouse over her arms and then took the skirt too and pushed skirt and blouse down until she stood before him in black stockings and knee high boots. There was a bench in the shower and he pushed her down onto it so he could remove her boots then her stockings. He kissed her instep, sliding his hand up the outside of her leg while sliding his lips up the inside of her leg.

Sharon felt the electricity of his touch on her body and leaned back a little, moaning slightly. Patrick moved up, taking her nipple in his mouth, gently biting while rubbing the tip of his tongue over the very sensitive tip of her nipple. "You seemed to like that," he observed. Sharon murmured her assent as her back arched a little more, thrusting her breasts out. He gave her nipple a hard suck before turning to the faucet to start their shower.

Steam began to fill the glassed-in alcove that made up the shower. Patrick pulled her over to where the multiple shower heads shot out jets of water. He spun her around, making sure she was wet and then took her lavender scented bath wash and poured it into his bare hand. He soaped her body thoroughly, his body rubbing up against hers and hands roaming her body with a level of intimacy she'd never shared with anyone else. He was aroused and she could feel it.

Patrick sat down the lavender bath wash and spun her around in front of the water jets again, rinsing her off.

Sharon reached for the woodsy scented bath wash that Patrick used and returned the intimate favor of washing every inch of skin on his sculpted body. She spun him around in front of the water jets, stopping him with his back to them. She knelt on the floor of the shower and took his cock in one hand, bracing the other against his upper thigh. She used her hand to stroke him, but the water actually impeded that, so she took him into her mouth. She couldn't help stiffening a little, bracing for the feel of a man's big hands on her head.

Patrick moaned and resisted the urge to hold Sharon's head. Sharon had to feel completely in control—it was his gift to her and the way he had won her over from the lonely life she'd been determined to lead after her first adult love affair went so badly.

Sharon heard Patrick's hands slam against the shower wall and she relaxed a little, settling in to show off the skills that David had so abruptly preempted earlier in the evening. She slowly pulled her head back, hand following her mouth to give Patrick's cock a full, slow stroke. Then, taking his cock deep again, she stiffened her tongue against the vein running under it, slowly pulling back and flicking her tongue over the ridge that delineated the knob. She ran her tongue all around the ridge once before going around it with little flicking motions next. She heard Patrick suppress a moan and she took him deep again, this time letting her tongue undulate against his cock. She felt it swell a little bit more and moaned against him, excited to be exciting him. She sat back on her heels for a moment, looking up at Patrick and suddenly she didn't mind the seemingly subservient position. She trusted him.

"Fuck my mouth," she said in a slightly breathless voice.

Patrick looked down at her doubtfully. "Yes," she nodded.

Patrick placed his hands on either side of her head and stroked in and out of her mouth. With him controlling the motion, she couldn't do more than stiffen her tongue and tighten her lips around him. Patrick went slowly, slowly letting the pleasure build up. Then he stopped and pulled Sharon up, her wet breasts pressing against his chest. "You didn't want to..." She let the question trail off.

"I'm reclaiming you, remember?" he swept her up and carried her, dripping with water to their bed.

He lay her down on top of the comforter and then lay down beside her, cradling her against his body with his left hand. She caressed his face again, staring into his eyes worshipfully. She slid her damp hand down his neck and over his shoulder, flicking at his taught little nipple as her hand traveled down his torso. As her hand neared his groin he batted it away, rolling her onto her back and leaning over her. "I'm reclaiming YOU, remember?" he repeated. He lowered himself gingerly down on top of her and began licking up droplets of water from her skin. He started at her neck and moved down over her breasts and her tummy, moving down and down. Sharon felt a frisson of anticipation join the goosebumps his mouth was creating.

And there he was, lapping at the smooth folds of her shaved pussy, probing her with his tongue, rolling, flicking and gently sucking until Sharon was quivering—every muscle in her body tensed and shaking. Patrick brought his fingers up, stroking her inside with his fingers while his tongue stroked her clit. Sharon saw an explosion of light behind her eyes and her body went limp. She exhaled one slow ragged breath. "Ohhh Patrick..."

Patrick could stand it no longer. Her responsiveness always aroused him, but tonight it was nearly overwhelming. He flipped her over onto her stomach and entered her from behind, thrusting his cock ruthlessly into her sweet pussy.

Sharon felt Patrick's cock swelling inside her, rubbing her in new places and giving her new sensations. She moaned against the mattress, pinned down helplessly by her husband's hard body. She felt his hand holding her shoulder down insistently then his teeth on the back of her neck. She moaned again, surprised that she liked this. He gave a few more quick, hard, thrusts and then collapsed on her. He rolled off and pulled her against him, spooning her, gently stroking her hair and whispering, "I'm sorry, darling. I just had to.... I'm sorry."

A glow of satisfaction spread over her as she realized she'd made Patrick lose control. Always so careful with her, patient, and letting her set the terms of their lovemaking—he'd lost control. It gave Sharon a powerful feeling.

She turned in his arms to kiss him and look him in the eye and said, "I have definitely been reclaimed."