35. Dramatic Ending
35
DRAMATIC ENDING
WYATT
I ended up in Odette’s room, kissing her on her bed like a teenager who’d snuck over after her parents left. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had no business bringing her back here after a night of supreme ups and downs. We were both stone-cold sober and acting like horny teens. I kissed her neck, running my hand into her dress, but was deterred by the sturdy bra that bolted her tits down like the gates of Fort Knox.
“I can take it off,” Odette panted. “If you want.”
“Only if you want,” I said.
Odette sat up and pulled her dress off, revealing the red and pink bra underneath. It was intricately embroidered with delicate flowers. It wasn’t the industrial garment it felt like. Whoever designed it knew what they were doing. I tried not to think of bra engineering, however.
Odette’s body was like porcelain. She shivered as I ran my hand down to her breast again, playing with her nipple through the lining. She moaned, thrusting her hips towards me like she was aching for me to do more. She was ready to go, but was I? I didn’t know. I figured there would be some sign. To date, all signs pointed to “go.”
“Do you want to see all of them?” Odette asked.
“If you’d like to show them to me.” I kissed her slowly.
She reached around to unhook the thing with one hand magically. Slowly, I pulled the bra off, only feeling my way down her breasts and around her soft nipples. I pulled back to stare at what she’d revealed. They were perfect—full and pillowy, and her pink nipples beckoned for more attention.
I dipped down, taking the right one in my mouth first. I slowly sucked on her nipple, then used my tongue—flicking it only a bit at first. She moaned and pressed herself into me harder. I wondered if she could feel just how hard I already was. It was then I realised I remained fully clothed.
“Shit, you’re half naked, and I haven’t even taken my shirt off,” I said.
“It’s okay,” Odette said. “I don’t mind.”
“I do,” I said. “In solidarity.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed off my undershirt. Turning back, I realise she’d taken off the tights she was wearing when this whole thing started, revealing the matching pair of panties to her impressive bra.
“What?” Odette looked concerned.
I decided I’d do the same if she’d gone that far. I tossed my pants aside, leaving only my boxers.
“Nothing. I was… admiring your matching undergarments,” I couldn’t say it without laughing slightly. “Sorry, they’re just so pretty . I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like them.”
“Really? I like pretty things even if no one gets to see them.”
“I think they are wonderful,” I said, kissing her again. “Just like you.”
To my utter surprise, Odette wasted no time running her hand down to my very excited cock. She rubbed her hand over it at first. Then, she unbuttoned my boxers and began to stroke the length of my shaft with two fingers. She pulled away and bit her lip most temptingly.
“So, uh… do you like that?”
“Well, yes, but I should ask you the same?” I slid my hand into her panties. She was wet—soaking them.
Odette through her head back, shivering as I played with her clit .
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yes,” Odette answered.
“Always so polite,” I chuckled. “The ball is in your court, Odette. Whatever you want, I can give you.”
“I want you to… you know…”
“What?”
“Fuck me,” she whispered as if those two dirty words were too much to utter.
“Oh, you’d like me to fuck you? Well, I suppose I could.”
I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself I should take it slow and treat her respectfully. Instead, here we were in this bed, both almost naked. I pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a beautiful gasp. Odette’s eyes fluttered. How could I tell her no? Then, reality took hold.
“Odette, I don’t have a condom.”
Her face began to drop. “What? Really?”
I didn’t want to tell her that I hadn’t used a condom since I could legally drink. I’d been with Isla so long, and we’d been committed, so there was no point.
“I haven’t been with anyone since… since I lost my wife,” I admitted, realising I was about to go soft.
She pulled back, gently running her fingers up and down my arm. “That’s okay. Another time? I… I’m not on the pill. It didn’t work great for me. My doctors had to sort of triage the most important bits and… well, I haven’t even been remotely intimate with anyone since I broke up with my ex a long while back.”
“Raincheck?”
“Raincheck.” Odette gave me a sweet, assuring kiss. “I mean, I can go down on you if you’d like.”
I cocked my head. “Why? You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, I’m a tease if I don’t.”
“No. You’re a person. I don’t have a condom. It wasn’t the right time. But you… you’re still very wet.”
I continued rubbing my thumb against her clit, now three fingers inside her. My middle finger tickled her G-spot. She let out a moan, gripping my arm.
“I don’t need to get off,” Odette insisted.
“What if I told you that you getting off would be the best thing I could imagine?” I asked.
“Oh… okay.” Her breath was ragged.
“I’m going to fuck you like this. It would be best if you didn’t hold back, either. Just make a mess all over my fingers, Odette.”
She nodded, biting her lip. She tried to contain the noise but failed. She panted, writhed, and grabbed at my chest, digging her nails in. It only made me harden up once more. I so badly wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel this wetness and warmth all over my stiff cock. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes rolled back, giving way to the dramatic ending. She squealed in ecstasy, pumping around my dripping wet fingers. I pulled back and kissed her as she came back down.
Lifting her hand from my chest, I led it south. “See what you did.”
Her mouth gaped as she freed my cock from my boxers. I wanted to do something to her lips. I always wanted to. I was sure they’d feel fabulous wrapped around me, but I just wanted to be bad for now. I took the thumb that had been pressed against her clit only moments before and rubbed it to her lip. Staring dead into my eyes, she reached up, took my thumb in her mouth, sucked it, and then pressed it back against her panties.
“Do it again,” Odette said.
Who was I to tell her no?