I pushed them apart. “Going to make me break out the restraints so soon?”

“No, Sir.”

My erection grew harder and I wondered if she realized what she’d said or if it just came naturally. It had not escaped my attention that she responded positively to the slight dominance I sometimes injected into our weekday play.

I didn’t want her collared all the time and had no interest in a twenty-four/seven Master/slave relationship, but hearing her submissive reply to my words turned me on even more. Fuck, it always turned me on when she called me “sir.” We’d planned to have her wear her collar some during our honeymoon, but I wondered if we shouldn’t experiment with a few other things.

For now, though. . . .

“I’ve been waiting all month to do this,” I said, lightly tracing her wetness, dipping a finger into her. I brought it to my lips and tasted the evidence of her arousal. “So damn sweet. A man could live off this.”

She chuckled. “I doubt that.”

“We’ll have to see.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue along her entrance, sucking her clit gently into my mouth. I teased her with soft nibbles and gentle caresses before gradually getting rougher.

Her legs started to tremble. “Need you.”

I rubbed my chin against her. I hadn’t shaved when I took my shower, so I knew the roughness would arouse her more. “You’ve got me, Mrs. West.”

She jerked against me. “Please. Now.”

I circled her clit with my finger. “Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.”

She whined, but I dropped my head and ran my tongue over her swollen flesh. She came with a whimper, panting lightly. I moved up her body, bringing her hands with me and placing them around my neck.

“Now?” she asked.

“Now,” I said. I rolled us to our sides and she hitched a leg over my hips. “Abby,” I sighed, pushing into her.

The position we were in didn’t allow for me to take her deeply, but that was okay. I’d already had her that way earlier. Facing each other the way we were allowed our hands the freedom to touch and roam. As I stroked inside her, my fingers whispered against her skin and traced her curves.

Her palm rested on my upper hip, moving along with my slow, steady thrusts. Every so often, she’d move slightly and her nails would scratch me, driving me to the edge of need. I held back, though, and simply enjoyed being with her, connected in the most intimate way possible.

“I love you,” she whispered, rocking into me.

“Love you so much.”

She lifted her head and our lips met in a sweet kiss that echoed the way our bodies moved. When our climaxes finally came, they were quiet and tender, and the pleasure washed over us as we held on to each other.

We dozed for a while, after, and woke when the sun had set completely. I left the bed just long enough to grab some snacks. When I returned we had a naked picnic of apples, grapes, almonds, bread, and brie. We talked a bit about how we wanted to spend the next few days. Together, we agreed to spend tomorrow at the chalet and perhaps explore the village the day after.

“Or the day after that,” Abby said in between bites of apple.

I raised an eyebrow. “That long?”

“I think maybe I’d like to wear your collar the day after tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

She shrugged. “It’s been a month. And when you threatened to bring out the restraints, I realized how much I missed it. How much I needed it.”

I took a sip of wine, interested in knowing if she remembered what happened next. “You know you called me ‘Sir’ right after that.”

“I did? Really?” Her forehead wrinkled. “I don’t remember that.”

“I wondered.”

She picked up a grape and put it back down on the plate. Her forehead was still wrinkly, like she was thinking about something that troubled her. “I’ve never done that before. Called you ‘Sir’ when I wasn’t wearing your collar.”

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not like I minded.”

“You don’t think it’s odd, that I’d say something like that, just out of the blue?”

“No, I don’t think it’s odd and it didn’t just come out of the blue. I did threaten to restrain you.”

She didn’t look convinced. Her lips parted, like she was going to say something, but then she stopped and dropped her head.

“Abby, look at me.” I waited until she met my gaze before continuing. “I think it’s perfectly natural for the facets of our lives to spill over onto each other. I’d be surprised if they didn’t start to blend a bit.”