Four Fun (Four)

His hand tangles in my hair and then he cups the back of my head and thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

I gag slightly, but recover quickly. I sit there, obedient, with my mouth full of him, waiting for him to do with me what he will.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking my cheek with his other hand. Keeping a grip on the back of my head, he starts pushing in and out of my mouth.

He’s using me for his pleasure, making me feel like a sex toy, and I like it.

He fucks my mouth for about a minute before giving me a break, though I’m doing fine, breathing through my nose and keeping my gag reflex in check. When he resumes, he speeds up, with quicker, shorter strokes.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth, and you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna swallow my cum.” He pumps faster, goes deeper again. “Are you ready for it?”

I can’t speak, so I hum a vibration on his cock, and a moment later he stiffens and starts to pulse in my mouth, hot threads shooting down my throat. I swallow, but before I can take it all, he pulls out of my mouth and finishes on my chest, decorating me with a pearl necklace.

I continue to play my role, only moving to lick my lips and swallow again. Marcos finishes, his body quivering with the final throes of his orgasm, tense and then relaxed. He reaches for tissues from a box on his dresser and stoops next to me, giving me an unexpected kiss before he sets to work cleaning me.

A change has come over him; his body language is looser, and when he speaks, his voice is softer. “Go get ready for bed and then come back to me.”

I again do as I’m told, hoping this doesn’t mean our night is over. Maybe he just needs time to recharge.

After cleaning up with a warm washcloth, I put on a silky sleep set, but don’t bother with underwear. When I return to him, Marcos is sitting on the edge of his bed, naked.

He gives me an almost-smile, which is usually as much indication of a good mood as he ever offers, and stands to flick off the light. He gets under the covers and holds them open to me as an invitation.

It looks like we’re going to sleep.

I don’t usually fall asleep with men, and I was really hoping for more activity with Marcos tonight, but I’m tired enough from all of the fun in the kitchen not to protest.

When I slide in next to him, he wraps an arm around me in a way that feels affectionate rather than possessive. I turn on my side and he spoons me, his body feeling hard as steel, but much warmer as he curls around me.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, a mere whisper in my ear, as his hand gently cups my breast.

“Yes.” And to my surprise, it’s the truth.

39

Utterly satisfied

I’m dreaming that I’m lying in a meadow on a beautiful sunny day, when a butterfly lands on my hip. Another comes along, alighting on my arm. I’m enjoying the gentle tickle these creatures make on my skin, when I spot a bear stalking toward me. It’s a big bear, dark and furry, but I’m not afraid. It lies down next to me, and as I’m getting comfortable next to it, it turns into a man.

Marcos’s arm is still wrapped around me from the night before, but he’s moving now, stroking his fingers across my belly, twining his furry legs with my smooth ones.

When I arch my back to stretch, he slides his hand between my legs, teasing my mound through my shorts. It doesn’t take long for my pussy to respond. When I press my bottom backward, finding his hardness, he reaches over me to extract a packet from his nightstand.

After putting on the condom, he slides my shorts down my legs, dips his fingers into my wetness, nudges my legs apart, and enters me from his big spoon position.

I’m still sleepy enough that I can sink back into my dream, imagining this man taking me outdoors, with the strength and warmth of a bear, the sun shining down on us as our bodies become one.

Morning sex isn’t something I’ve experienced, not with my one-time-only policy. I don’t hang around until morning, and it turns out I’ve been missing a wonderful way to start the day.

As he glides in and out of my pussy, Marcos doesn’t seem like the domineering man he was last night. His touch is gentle, and I get a safe, warm, fuzzy feeling being in his arms that leaves me disoriented, but that’s probably because I’m not totally awake.

His fingers press into my clit, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until I come, moaning and tensing in his arms. He follows me shortly after, his hand pressing against my center as his cock throbs deep inside me.