My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 15

Once the tub was full of hot water and bubbles I leaned against the back of the tub and happily let her sit on my lap. Cassie sighed blissfully as I nuzzled her neck from behind. I let my hands glide over her smooth, slippery skin marveling at how good every inch of her felt. Inevitably my hands found their way to her perfectly shaped breasts where I let her already firm nipples slowly slide through my fingertips as they became harder by the second. She ground her ass against my hard cock almost imperceptibly as she strained her neck to kiss me over her shoulder. It was impossible to imagine life getting any better than it already was as I held my beloved wife in my arms.

Amazingly we didn't make love again in the tub even when she gave me an erection so hard that it literally hurt. The combination of my gentle caresses and the warm soapy water soothed Cassie into a light sleep after the thorough fucking I'd given her before. I kept my arms wrapped around her as a safeguard and wished her sweet dreams suitable for a woman as revered as my sweet Canadian girl. The water had grown cool again when I felt her hand squeeze my forearm lightly. With my birds eye view over her slender shoulders I got to watch her dazzling blue eyes flutter open to take in her surroundings. She stretched her arms and turned sideways on my lap curling up in a vain attempt to find warmth in the now cold water.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked.

"Not long," I said running my hands over her body. "Thirty minutes, maybe forty," I guessed.

"I'm sorry, you must be freezing by now," she said with an apologetic kiss.

"I'm fine sweetie but you're shivering," I said. "Do you want take a hot shower or would you prefer a nice warm towel?"

"I want a towel big enough to share with you," she said practically sighing as she imagined its warmth.

"Your wish is my command," I said kissing the adoring smile on her lips. Cassie stood up and bent over letting me stare at the bright pink folds of her inner lips. I couldn't resist kissing her again, making sure to steady her as my tongue slid through her pussy. Within moments she was moaning softly and flicking her thumbs across her hard slippery nipples.

"Stop," she breathed at last as she stood straight up.

"Are you sure?" I asked slicing my tongue along the curve of her ass cheek and giving her a gentle bite that was no more than a soft pinch.

"Yes... no... I don't know..." she said looking and sounding confused.

"Wait right here and I'll bring you a towel. You can decide when you're warm again," I said standing up to kiss her before I hurried off. Moments later I was back with an over sized beach towel that could easily cover both of us. She had stepped out of the tub while I was gone and smiled beautifully as I draped the towel over her shoulders like a shawl. Immediately she threw her arms around my neck enveloping us both in the warm fluffy towel.

"I love you so much," she murmured against my chest.

"I love you too sweetie," I said kissing her forehead. She tilted her head up to face me like a flower following the sun and soon we were exchanging kisses full of love.

"I've decided what I want to do," she said breathlessly when she finally managed to tear her lips away from mine. I didn't say a word; I simply stared into her eyes attentively and waited to hear what she wanted so I could give it to her. "I want to get dressed up for a romantic dinner date at home with my husband."

"Of course my queen," I said making her giggle. She released me from her tight hug after a final spectacular kiss that left me light headed. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

"I'll meet you downstairs soon," she said snatching up a shopping bag and disappearing back into our bathroom.

Getting dressed to look my best for Cassie always involved the same thing, putting on a suit and trying to fix my typically unruly hair. I had plenty of suits to choose from but settled on one that she'd given me, a black one that fit me perfectly. To complete my outfit I chose a blue gray shirt and a bright blue tie with a paisley pattern. I liked the color of the tie because it reminded me of my wife's eyes without threatening to upstage them when we were together. Satisfied with the clothes I'd chosen for our date at home, I left our bedroom with a longing look at the bathroom door letting a myriad of potential new dresses cloak Cassie in my mind's eye.

Downstairs I made use of the mirror in our ground floor bathroom to straighten my hair. Satisfied that I looked my best for her I made my way to our spacious kitchen with ideas for various appetizers running through my mind. I opened the fridge to stare long and hard. Smiling because I knew standing in front of the wide-open fridge was one of my few habits that annoyed Cassie I eventually matched one of the ideas in my head with ingredients we had on hand. I filled my arms with fresh fruit including a golden pineapple, strawberries, seedless green grapes, two kiwis, and a cantaloupe.

At our kitchen island I quickly got to work slicing everything up and in no time had a plate of fresh fruit skewers for us to share while we decided what to have for dinner. There was just enough time to wash my hands and put away the leftovers before I heard the sound of her high heels clacking on the kitchen floor behind me. I tried to anticipate how breathtakingly beautiful she was going to look but nothing I could ever imagine came close to the real thing. When Cassie decided to put even the slightest bit of effort into improving her already flawless features with hair styling and makeup she looked like a goddess sent to earth to teach mankind the meaning of beauty.

"Holy fuck," I said when I laid eyes on her.

"Is that a good holy fuck?" she asked giggling at the way I turned my hands up in an 'of course it is' gesture. "I'm glad you like it."

"You look stunning. The color almost matches your eyes," I said.

"And your tie," she quickly pointed out.

"It shows enough skin to drive me wild but at the same time its sophisticated enough for you to wear to a formal event," I looking up and down her body with brazen eyes.

"Wow I think you could get a job in the store spouting bullshit like that," she said snickering.

"It's true," I said defensively.

"It's just a new dress," she said with a slight shrug or her shoulders.

"Just a new dress? Maybe on a normal woman but there's nothing normal about you. One look makes me wonder what I ever did to earn a lifetime with a woman like you," I said.

"Rick I thought I'd heard the last of silly talk like that," she said with half frown that made me look at my feet.

"I still feel like I'm not worthy of your love sometimes," I admitted. It was foolish because it would only make her feel bad but it was the honest, simple truth.

"That's my fault," she said with of tinge of sadness in her voice that made me look up.

"What is?" I asked.

"For not making you realize that you deserve all the love I can give you and a whole lot more," she said on the verge of tears now.

"Sweetie I didn't mean it like that at all. I know you love me and that when you look at me you see the most handsome man in the world. Seeing you all dressed up makes me wonder if any man could possibly deserve a woman like you. It never lasts long anymore though," I said. "It's like the feeling you get when I buy you something that you try to tell me you don't deserve."

"Well you need to stop feeling like that," she said. "And stop buying me things too," she said giggling when I shook my head.

"I love you so much," I said gathering her into my arms.

"I love you too no matter how many presents you buy me," she said continuing to giggle right up until our lips met. "Any ideas for dinner?" she asked before we could get carried away.

"None but I made these," I said showing her the plate of fruit skewers.

"They look yummy," she said taking one when I held them out to her. Watching her bite into each piece of fruit and slide it off the skewer was captivating. "Aren't you going to have one?" she asked when she noticed me staring.

"Yeah sorry I got distracted," I said making her smile at me. "I ate the pieces that didn't fit right while I was making them."

"Well have one now while I figure out what to have for dinner," she said opening the fridge. As she bent low the already short hem of her new dress rode higher with excruciating slowness. Just a little more and I'd get a sneak preview of the panties she chose to wear for our special night. "We have fresh steaks that I bought yesterday," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me," I said stepping up behind her. "I know what I want for dessert too," I said letting my fingers slide through the folds of her naked pussy.

"That was supposed to be a surprise for later," she said standing straight up suddenly. The way she blushed was unbearably cute.

"Then I'll pretend to be surprised later," I said making her smile at me.

"And I'll pretend to be shy and innocent," she said giggling as she kissed the shocked expression off my face. "Okay that's enough before we get carried away," she said pulling her lips away from mine. "If you want to get the grill fired up I'll start making side dishes."

There something about the sound and smell of our propane grill starting that always makes me smile. Steaks for two meant turning on only one of the burners. It was a warm summer evening and I felt every bit of it stood close to the barbecue in my suit. I decided to take my jacket off before I started sweating and hung it on one of our patio chairs. Cassie must have sensed that I was feeling the heat because moments later she brought me a tall glass of diet Pepsi with plenty of ice. She also brought the steaks with her and a few minutes later it was time to put them on the grill. I couldn't resist slipping my hand down her dress to cup her naked breast knowing she wasn't wearing a bra. Cassie grinned at me and kissed me on the cheek before heading back inside. I watched her hips sway under her slinky blue dress and felt a chill go down my spine when I pictured her naked body beneath.

By the time our steaks were grilled Cassie had everything else ready inside. There was a big bowl of freshly made garden salad, piping hot baked potatoes from the oven, and fresh corn on the cob. It was far too much food for just the two of us but the bowl of salad would keep for a day or two in the fridge. We also decided to cut an ear of corn in half and save the other for the following day. When it was just the two of us we always ate at the smaller table in the kitchen as opposed to the dining room table. Our plates were so close to each other that they practically touched as we sat down to enjoy our first anniversary dinner.

I'd been looking forward to devouring her for dessert but after eating we were both far too stuffed to screw yet. It certainly didn't prevent me from taking her hand in mine and holding it lovingly. The way she rubbed my hand with her thumb as we talked was enough to drive me wild with lust for her. We ended up turning off the lights in the backyard and moving out to the patio to enjoy the view of the clear night sky. If Cassie would have preferred something stronger than ice water in her glass it didn't show. Her legs were drawn up under her as she sat sideways with her left hand on my chest as if measuring my heartbeat and her head resting on my shoulder. The temptation to kiss her grew stronger until it was impossible to resist. I knew she had to feel my heartbeat quicken when our lips met regardless if she'd been trying to monitor it or not.

"I can't believe we've been married for a whole year already," she said in a whisper as if afraid there was someone who might overhear her otherwise.

"I feel like that sometimes too," I said. "There are other times when I have to remind myself that we haven't been together forever."

"As if the painting of you pushing me on the swing was real you mean?" she asked.

"Are you trying to tell me that didn't happen? Because I remember it like it was yesterday," I said.

"Oh Rick," she said shaking her head but favoring me with her warmest smile at the same time. "I love you, I love you so much." My smile drew her fingers to my lips where she traced them.

"I love you too," I said with her trembling fingers all over my lips.

"Can you say it again?" she asked.

"Of course sweetie. I..."

"Wait I'm not ready yet," she said. She slid closer and climbed onto my lap with her feet dangling off the side of our patio love seat. Resting her head against my chest, she closed her luminous blue eyes and positioned her fingertips on my lips.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with barely restrained excitement.

"I love you," I said. Her light touch didn't interfere with my pronunciation but at the same time I was certain she felt every movement of my lips. "I love you so much sweetie," I said feeling her love for me pouring through her fingertips. "I love you Cassandra Helene Kellogg," I said nearly losing my voice when her eyes opened to stare deep into mine.

"And I love you Richard Gordon Kellogg," she said straddling my waist and feeding me her soft wet tongue. I squeezed her tightly in my arms, which fueled our already intense kiss. My cock had grown hard when first sat on my lap and now it grew harder still until she could ignore it no longer. Grinding against it caused the hem of her dress to slide slowly upwards. I let my hands slide down and squeezed the firm cheeks of her bare ass.

"Did you want to dance with me tonight?" I asked. The 'or would you rather skip it and get right down to fucking' went without saying.

"Not unless dancing is some new euphemism for fucking that I've never heard before," she said. She stood up and turned around letting me see her ass it all it's naked glory. As it that wasn't enough she leaned forward just a little and spread her cheeks to show off the glistening pink slit of her excited pussy. "Did you have you heart set on dancing?" she asked when she took a step and realized I wasn't with her.

"Dancing is something I put up with to get you into bed," I said smirking at her.

"That's such an obvious lie," she said shaking her head. "I know you like it."

"Fine but don't tell anyone," I said. "Just give me a minute to relax and I'll be right in."

"Is it that bad?" she said stepping closer to stare at my sharply tented pants.

"He needs to calm down," I admitted.

"Too excited huh?" she said batting at it playfully.

"Don't do that," I said.

"Don't do what?" she asked slapping it harder. It didn't hurt at all but it was causing my excitement level to rise not fade.

"Don't slap my cock please," I said.

"I'm sorry Dickie. Can you forgive me?" she asked with a demure look.

"Okay but just this once," I said nearly laughing at her momentary pout.

"I'll be waiting for you upstairs whenever you're ready," she said with a soft kiss that led to a barrage more.

It took far longer than I hoped to calm down for my trip upstairs. At first it was impossible to think of anything but Cassie and all the things about her that turned me, which included pretty much everything. In the state she'd left me in I'd have been lucky to last long enough to get my pants off and slide my cock in her before cumming. I began crunching numbers in my head, trying to calculate expected returns on some of our investments. As the math became increasingly complex it left room for little else, even my stunning bride. I made a mental note of the numbers I settled on and was actually looking forward to seeing how close I'd come to the real projections the next day. There was something far more important to look forward to at the moment and my cock was finally cooperating.

I began undressing as I made my way upstairs. By the time I reached our bedroom door my tie was hanging loose around my neck and my shirt was completely unbuttoned. Instead of barging right in I knocked softly on the door and waited for her seductive invitation to come inside. The moment I opened the effort to calm down was completely undone. She way lying face down naked as the day she was born with her tantalizing ass raised ever so slightly to draw my gaze. Peering over her shoulder with a lazy smile she snapped her teeth in my direction leaving no doubt that she was ready to devour me.

The rest of my clothes came flying off in record time. Cassie's brow furrowed when she saw my throbbing erection, puzzled over how obviously excited I was. I didn't bother to explain that looking at her naked body did it to me, that no matter how familiar I became with every square inch of her she still took my breath away every time I laid eyes on her. Standing at the foot of our bed I drank in the sight of her letting her perfect female form fuel my already painfully hard cock. Then right when I thought she couldn't look any more beautiful she arched her back with perfect timing and giggled mirthfully at my desperate groan.

I knelt on the bed behind her and bent low to bathe her steaming hot pussy with my tongue. Kissing each taut cheek of her ass tenderly, I slithered my tongue along the pink slit of her pussy. It was my turn to listen to her struggle to maintain control now but I wasn't satisfied with pushing her close. I slurped up her juices as fast at they leaked from her excited lips and forced my tongue deep inside her in search of more. Her cries of pleasure grew louder as I used all my intimate knowledge of her body to please her. Judging her state of arousal perfectly, I began rubbing her clit just as she tried to squirm away from me before she came.

Cassie managed not to cum though I knew she'd come perilously close. She rolled onto her right hip and stared deep into my eyes with a burning desire for one thing. I was ready to fuck her now that she was likely to cum in a matter of seconds too. As fast I moved she was even quicker. Springing to her feet sat down on my cock kissing me as I slid deep inside her. At the same time she kissed me her tongue's penetration of my mouth mimicking the way my cock invaded her depths. She rode me with frantic movements of her hips until I exploded inside her. Her orgasmic laughter was full of joy as she came with me. I knew she wasn't disappointed with my lack of staying power and that there was a long night to make up for it ahead.

We made love long into the night, exchanging so many I love yous that I couldn't even begin to tally them in my mind. The anniversary dancing I offered her earlier came eventually as well. We danced naked, our bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet of our bedroom floor as we listened to some our favorite songs, starting and ending with Wheat Kings of course. When it was finally time for bed we were both exhausted from our long hours of physical activity. Cassie rested her head on my chest and grasped my hand in hers. With her eyes closed, she wore a beautiful smile that lasted until she drifted off to sleep.

"There you are," Cassie said finding me on the patio. It was a week after our anniversary celebration and she'd just gotten off work.

"It's a nice sunny day so I decided to sit out here and wait for you. There's a pitcher of iced tea if you want some," I said.

"That sounds nice. I need to go upstairs and change first," she said kissing the top of my head. Saturday afternoons when Cassie had to work sucked but she was home now. I had a tall glass of iced tea waiting for her when she returned. She placed a new baseball glove in my lap and set one of her own on the table to pick up her glass for a long, refreshing gulp. "The iced tea is delicious," Cassie said with an impressed smile.

"I'll pass that compliment on to my mom. It's her recipe that I grew up drinking. I asked her about the other day and she emailed me the recipe today. What are the gloves for?" I asked.