“That’s okay. It’s what I want,” I told him.
“It is?” he asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m still a bit nervous because I’m not sure how it will go, but I’m willing to try. Let it never be said that I lived life as a coward,” I said, new courage rising.
“That’s very brave. A-are you sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely. The only hitch is that I’m really not sure how good I am at talking dirty. I mean, it’s been a while, ya know?”
“I do, actually. You could practice with me if you’d like,” he offered.
“Sure, how do we do that?”
“Turn around.”
“O-okay. Are you going to fuck my asshole?” I asked, the thought just then occurring.
“No, not unless you want me to.”
“Not right now, okay?”
“Of course.”
I turned around and got into the lotus position, also known as informally as ‘criss-cross apple sauce.’ I could hear him pull up the chair behind me, our backs gently touching. My phone started to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sexy,” Tobias said, both in the phone and within earshot.
“Hi,” I said trying to sound sexy.
“Ready for some fun?” Tobias inquired.
“Oh, yes.”
“Good girl.”
“Where would you like me?” I asked, actually starting to get into it.
“In front of me, spread out on the bed.”
“Oh, yes sir!” I moaned.
“I am on a chair next to the bed,” he said, the scenario sounding somewhat familiar.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Massaging your feet.”
A jolt shot through me like a bolt from a crossbow. I remembered how good it felt when he had massaged me for real and remembered what came later. I could feel my hand moving, almost by itself, from the bed by my side toward my pussy.
“Lovely,” I sighed.
“I am moving up over your ankles and over your calves.”
“Feels great! Where are you going, I wonder?”
“To your sweet cunt, of course.”
It was a dirty word, but I loved it. Especially from Tobias. He even managed to make it sound like a compliment.
“What are you doing now?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.
“Fingering you nice and deep.”
“Oh!” I gasped, almost feeling his fingers working inside me.
“Like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I nearly wept, stroking myself furiously over my panties.
“That’s all you have to do,” Tobias said, breaking character.
“O-okay,” I stammered, in something of a state.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit, um, worked up,” I said, searching for the right words.
“Come here.”
Slowly, I turned toward him, my entire body shaking with abject horniness. Tobias had me naked and laying down before I knew what was happening. Sitting on the chair like he had in the dining room, he feasted on my aching pussy, bringing me from a wreck to euphoria in about ten seconds flat. Oxytocin flowed through my brain, bringing me to a higher level of consciousness.
When he was finished brining me to heaven and back, Tobias did his encore. Slipping his cock in me balls deep, he held me down and fucked me until I screamed. Not from pain. Not at all, but the sort of unutterable joy that could not be encompassed with words.
He didn’t cum in me, even though I dearly wanted him to. To feel his hot, thick beautiful cum warming me from the inside. Instead I had to console myself with him delivering it to my mouth. Swallowing down every bit on offered, savouring it for all it was worth.
Overcome by greed, I took in the last bit and grabbed hold of his cock unless he thought about taking it away. Holding fast, I sucked him hard until he had given me two more sweet loads.
“Fuck yes,” I sighed, wiping the last bit off my chin before sucking my fingers clean.
“Okay?” he asked, lightly stroking my face.
“Great.”
“Good.”
He kissed me then. The sort of kiss usually only read about in fairy tales. The sort of kiss upon which the majority of romance tropes were built. A kiss I never wanted to end.
Chapter Eleven
Addie
The spread was amazing, I had heard tell of the thing called a Full English Breakfast, yet it remained, along with anal sex and caviar, something I had never experienced. I stood frozen, mouth-watering, gazing over the table full of fried glory.
“It will get cold, my dove,” Tobias whispered erotically in my ear, giving me a gentle squeeze on my ass to rouse me.
“Right,” I said, moving forward without even noticing at first. “
It was something I thought of as a food fugue. A semi-meditative state brought on by the presentation of certain terribly unhealthy foods and characterized by a lack of attention to surroundings and a shambling, zombie-like walk.
“Shit!” I called, thinking my shin on one of the chairs.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, nothing’s broken,” I said.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, not seeming like he was concerned this could be the case.
It was a struggle. There was something about the two of us in a room, no matter how ill-suited to the activity, that tended to lead to sex. Lots of sex. It was like a force of nature. A magnetic force pulling us together. Like we might die if we didn’t touch.