Afterburn

“What are the two ways?”

Before he could answer, I slid my tongue into his mouth. I’d never wanted to feel as one with another soul as much as I did at that moment. The intensity of our passion grew as he embraced me tightly around the waist. We played a concerto with our tongues and Yardley started fingering my pussy again. It was so exhilarating that I had to break the kiss so I could catch my breath.

He hadn’t forgotten my question. “Option A would mean me taking you to my office, putting you on an examination table, taking some X-rays and then using a professional technique to make you feel better.”

I grinned. “Hmm, sounds interesting but let me hear Option B.”

“Option B is a good one; a better one even.”

“I’m listening.”

Yardley scooted to the edge of the sofa and stood up with me in his arms. I locked my legs behind his back as he carried me to the bed.

“I could tell you but I think at this point, I better show you. This seems like a medical emergency to me, Rayne.”

“Oh, yes, Doctor, it’s definitely a medical emergency.”

After placing me on the bed, Yardley whipped out a jar of maraschino cherries from somewhere, placed a folded towel on the bed underneath me so as not to ruin the sheets, and then spread my legs open. He dug a cherry out the jar with his finger and placed it right inside the cusp of my vagina. He lobbed the cherry around with his tongue and then slipped it as deep inside of me as he could get it. The cherry felt cool against my insides and I giggled as Yardley proceeded to dine on me for the next fifteen minutes or so. Then it was my turn to reciprocate. I pulled his shoes off, finished unbuckling the belt I’d started working on earlier, undid his zipper, and pulled his pants off while he was on his back. I took off his black cotton briefs next and there it was; his dick; my new best friend.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yardley’s dick,” I stated teasingly. “Do you have a nickname or should I simply call you Mr. Dick, Dick, or The Dick?”

We both laughed.

Yardley responded, “I guess I can answer that. Why don’t you call him “My Dick” because he belongs to you now.”

“Does he really?”

“Yes.”

I ran my fingertips over the veins that were pulsating throughout his dick. “Are you asking me for exclusivity, Yardley?”

He reached out for my left nipple and started rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “Absolutely. I’ve wanted you for a long time, Rayne. I’m not about to screw this up by doing something stupid. I’m also not about to put on pretenses. I want you,” he said to me in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. “I want all of you; not only the part I’ll get to enjoy here tonight. This is the real deal for me, and I hope it’s the real deal for you.”

There was an air of seriousness in the room, and I felt a jolt go down my spine. I’d wanted him for a long time too, but I was so used to disappointments. Things often started out seemingly perfect with a man, only to turn into disaster later; even if it was years later.

He raised an eyebrow. I was still getting to know “My Dick” and he was still rubbing my nipple. “No response, Rayne? I pour my heart out to you and no comment?”

“Yardley, I’m glad we’ve decided to take this to the next step,” I said softly. “Can we just let it be what it’s going to be though?”

“Mean

ing?”

“Meaning who’s to say that I won’t give you my heart, and months, weeks, or even days from now, you might change your mind?”

He seemed sincere when he said, “I’m not going to change my mind, Rayne.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’ve waited my entire life for you. I have. I didn’t know your name in the beginning but your face went to bed with me every night. When I came into the bank, it was because I wanted to see you. My secretary could’ve made the deposits and handled banking matters for me, but I’d come in there hoping to catch even a glimpse of your lovely face.” He took his free hand and caressed my ass cheek. “This lovely body.”

“You really like my body?” I asked.

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Lots of men would consider me too ‘thick’ or ‘big-boned’ for them.”

“That’s their stupidity and their loss.” He pulled my face down to his by my neck and kissed me tenderly. “You’re perfect, Rayne Waters.”