He presses down against my clit, finding me wet, then tries to curl a finger inside my inflamed vagina. I wince and he withdraws it.
‘Poor puss,’ he croons. ‘Got treated harshly tonight.’
‘After all those goings-on at the gambling club and Chase on top of that – I don’t think I can …’
‘S’OK.’
He unties my sash and opens the robe wide, kisses
my nipples then installs himself between my thighs, spreading them for a closer inspection of the scene. ‘Oh yes, you’ve been busy tonight,’ he diagnoses.
‘I think I knew that.’
He grins at me. ‘This little pussy likes to stray, but she always comes back.’
‘Maybe you have the best cream.’
‘There’s a thought.’
He crouches down, putting his hands underneath my thighs, holding them steady while his face moves in closer. The first stroke of his tongue is almost dangerously good, and I let out a little ‘oh’ of bliss.
The need that had been deadened by our sojourn in the lake was reawakened in the warmth of the shower, and my clit is pulsing with it, almost jumping forwards to offer itself for licking.
He obliges with deadly exactitude, a master of his art, knowing exactly how and where and how hard to use his tongue. At first he is all hot breath and artful teasing, then he deepens his technique and his strokes, covering my cunt in the dewy evidence of his possession. My pussy becomes his instrument and he plays it like a virtuoso. He leaves my sore spots alone, but he pulls apart my bottom cheeks all the better to consume and overwhelm me, his whole face working at me until, much quicker than I intend, I come hard, tossing my head from side to side on the pillow, wailing as if I mourn the loss of control. For a moment it always seems that way, as if I should be ashamed to feel such pleasure, ashamed to let it happen, then the rapturous flood of sensation mixes in with the shame and makes everything golden.
He gives me a long, firm lick for luck, then kisses the tops of my thighs all over before lying back down beside me.
‘All better?’ he whispers, stroking my hair.
‘The best,’ I sigh, my eyelids heavy, my body sinking into the mattress. ‘The very best.’
When I wake up, he is still sleeping.
I’ve woken up in this bed many times, but never feeling like this, like something is different, something has changed.
I like to watch him sleep, like to see his pale eyelashes flicker and his face so flushed and far away, but this morning I am like some kind of adoring sap, wanting to gaze upon his unearthly beauty or something. And yet there is nothing unearthly about it. He has luscious full lips and some cute freckles and the beginnings of laughter lines at the corners of his eyes. He’s a reasonably good-looking bloke but Adonis doesn’t have to worry about the competition. Why am I so bowled over by the sight of him?
My body aches, reminding me of the night’s excesses.
I have given my heart.
I lie back down, pulse racing. I’ve done it. I’ve taken the step I never thought I would. I told Lloyd that I love him. Now he knows exactly the extent of the power he has over me. But then again, I know exactly the extent of the power I have over him too. As long as neither of us turns evil, it could be fine. It could be good. Whatever the world wants to throw at us, we’ll have each other. At least, that’s the theory.
Nothing left to do but test it.
I reach down under the covers and peel them back, oh so gently, over Lloyd’s naked body. Sleepy warm skin, just enough muscle definition without it being too much, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. And – yes – the semi-engorgement of his cock.
Very lightly, I place my fingertips beneath his scrotum, assessing its heaviness and tension. Pretty heavy, pretty tense. What is my darling Lloyd dreaming of? Something rude, no doubt.
He stirs a little, grunting sweetly. I move my hand to the hardening shaft, making light sweeping motions up the length of it, barely touching it, enjoying the way it fills out and grows under my touch.
I feel he has earned his favourite kind of alarm call.
I bend and lick it from root to tip, tracing a circle around the head when I reach it, then I seal my lips around it.
He jolts as if electrified and starts to wake up with a great deal of spluttering and chaotic breathing.
I keep my eyes on my work, taking the first few sucks, waiting for him to come to consciousness.