Bonus Scenes
Sumner
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and we’d spent most of it sprawled on the couch watching TV. When my neck started to get stiff from lounging around in whichever positions felt right, I sat up to stretch. While I was at it, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail.
Out of nowhere, Sly muttered, “Fuck…finally,” and started pushing down his jeans.
I blinked at him. “What are you doing?”
He looked at me like I was the weirdo. “Taking off my pants.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re tying up your hair,” he said, dead serious, as if the connection should be obvious. I stared at him, utterly confused.
Then I watched realization smack him in the face. “Shit…you weren’t tying your hair up to give me a blowjob?”
I nearly choked. “What? No!”
He groaned loudly. “Goddammit!”
“Wait…you thought I was going to randomly get up and give you a blowjob?”
“Uh, yeah? That’s what people do in loving relationships.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m just needy,” he muttered with a shrug. “Do you have any idea how good your mouth feels around my cock?”
I raised my brows, amused. “Obviously not…” I took a deep breath and let it out with a heavy sigh. “But now that we’re at it…”
His eyes widened, and his usual cocky smirk spread across his face. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I got up and looked down at him with his thumbs still hooked in his sweatpants’ waistband. “But we have to do it now because we want to get food later.”
He muttered something under his breath as he took his pants and boxers off, then he grinned up at me all pleased and excited. His hand wrapped around his base. “I’m ready.”
Sinking down to my knees in front of him, I positioned myself between his legs and ran my hands along his thighs.
I watched him rub himself before I put both my hands on his cock, slowly moving them up and down.
“You know…” I said, leaning in closer to lick his tip.
“Next time you want a blowjob, you just have to ask.”
He sucked in a shaky breath and leaned back more, cupping the side of my head with one hand. “I damn sure will,” he assured me. His hips jerked as I took him into my mouth and sucked him in slowly until his tip hit the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck…just like that, baby. Nice and slow.”
I pulled back and circled my tongue around the most sensitive part before taking him back into my mouth.
He groaned and fisted my hair at the back of my head, holding it tight while moving my head up and down. I took him deeper every time, feeling his cock throb against my tongue.
“Look at me, baby.”
I looked up and held his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, cupping my cheek with his other hand. “I wish I could take a picture of you like this.”
I wanted to tell him that I wouldn’t mind, but my mouth was full and I couldn’t talk. The corners of my lips curled upward, and I took him even deeper.
His cock grew harder, and it became impossible for me to breathe. Needing to catch a breath, I pulled my head back and sat back on my heels for a moment while keeping my hands on his length.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, admiring me, and still giving me all the time I needed without pushing.
I nodded and smiled up to reassure him, then dropped my eyes back to his cock and licked my lips. “I should do this more often.”
“What, give me a blowjob?”
I nodded. “Yes. You like it, and I like it too.”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, throwing his head back before he looked at me again. “I sure as hell won’t say no to that.”
“Good.” I took him back into my mouth and moved my head faster this time. I kept one hand on his base and rubbed along with every move, and with my other hand, I cupped his balls because I knew how much he loved when I touched them.
“Goddamn,” he moaned, gripping my ponytail tighter.
It didn’t take long before I tasted his precum on my tongue, and when I looked up through my lashes, I could see it on his face. He was about to come.
“Mouth or tits, baby.”
It was an easy question with an even easier answer. But I didn’t answer with words. I kept my lips around him, sliding them along his cock until he started throbbing harder.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he warned, cupping my jaw with one hand. “Open your mouth. Tongue out.”
I did as he instructed, keeping my eyes on his face while he rubbed himself in fast motions until the first strings of cum landed on my tongue.
“Ah! Fuuuck…” I could listen to his moans all day. The noises he made mixed with the dirty talk turned me on a whole lot, and the fact that it was me making him feel this good made me feel powerful.
Something I had never really felt when being intimate. But to be fair, no man other than Sly had ever given me this much power.
It was a sign of his trust and love, and that's what I adored so much about him.
He let me be myself, let me grow slowly, and helped me find new ways to express myself.
When he finally stopped shuddering and emptying himself in my mouth, I leaned back again to give him some time to come down from his high. He ran a hand through his hair and laughed to himself, muttering a curse. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”
“Good. Because you won’t ever get rid of me.”
Sly
“Finally!” I shouted, practically bouncing on the balls of my feet.
“Oh my god, Sly! What are you doing? You scared the hell out of me.”
Sumner pressed a hand to her chest, breathing a little heavier from the sudden scare.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” I said, grinning so wide I could barely keep still. I’ve been waiting behind the door like a damn dog for her to come back home. “It finally came!”
She closed the door behind her, brows furrowed in confusion. “What came?”
I helped her slip out of her jacket and hung it neatly by the entrance. Then I took the grocery bag from her hand and led her toward the kitchen, unable to hide my excitement.
“This.” I gestured toward the box sitting on the counter, grinning like a fool.
She leaned in to read the label, and her eyes widened in recognition. “Your colorblind glasses?”
“Yes! They arrived while you were at the store.”
Her excitement quickly matched mine, and she smiled brightly. “Well? What are you waiting for? Put them on already!”
“Okay, okay.” I took a deep breath and grabbed the box to open it. “Holy shit, my hands are shaking.”
“This is so exciting,” she said. God, she was so happy for me. It might’ve seemed like a silly thing to others, but I had good reason to own these glasses.
“Here they are…” I picked them up as carefully as I could, handling them like they were a rarity. Well, to be fair, they did sell out extremely quickly, and I’ve been trying to get my hands on these for months. Now that I finally got them, I wanted to treat them with care.
“They’re so…” She tilted her head to the side, scrunching her nose.
“Ugly,” I finished her sentence. “But I don’t have to wear them in public.”
“Put them on,” she urged, clapping her hands. “Come on. Do it. you’ll see everything in actual color.”
That scared the shit out of me for some reason. It was stupid, but all my life, I had thought I saw the world like everyone else. It was Sumner who suggested I might be colorblind because I had gotten her eye color wrong, and now, I was about to see them in their true color.
“Here I go,” I said, lifting the glasses to my face, and putting them on.
We stood in silence for a moment, then Sumner spoke again. “Sly.”
“Hm?”
“You have to open your eyes to see if they work.” She laughed softly.
“I know, I know.” I let out another heavy breath. “I need you to stand right in front of me.”
“Why?” Although she questioned it, I felt her moving in front of me. She took my hands and gave them a squeeze.
“I want your eyes to be the first thing I see.”
“Aw, Sly…” She pressed a kiss to my jaw, then added, “Okay, I’m right here. Open your eyes.”
And so I did, and her eyes were like nothing I’d ever seen before. Literally.
“Holy fucking shit,” I whispered, immediately getting lost in the same eyes I had gotten lost in the first time she walked into my life. “Most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”
I was in awe, and Sumner was amused by my reaction. “Thank you.”
“No, I mean it, Sumner. God, I hate my eyes for not being able to see color. I might have to wear these every day from now on after all,” I told her, cupping her face with both hands and leaning in to get an even better look.
She laughed softly, never taking her eyes off mine. “Do they really work?”
“Yeah, they sure as fuck do. God, they’re beautiful,” I whispered.
I noticed the color on her cheeks and grinned. “Yeah, they damn sure do work. Your cheeks are all red from blushing.”
I finally dared to look around, and everything was so…vibrant.
“Woah. So this is what our house really looks like,” I said, amazed by all the pretty colors, then I made a face. “Damn…those are some ugly-looking curtains.”
Sumner gasped. “You don’t like them?”
I grinned and turned to face her. “Just kidding. They’re perfect. Everything in here is perfect. You are perfect.” I cupped her face again and pulled her close so I could kiss her.
She melted against me, smiling into the kiss, and wrapping her hands around my waist. When I pulled back, I took another good look at her eyes.
“Yeah…I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before. Kinda jealous of every person who gets to see your eyes like this while I’ll always have to put on these stupid glasses.”
She laughed, then her face eased into a sweet smile. “You get to see me every day for the rest of your life.”
“Actually, you’re right. They should be jealous. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“You sure are. I’m all yours,” she answered, grinning up at me. “Come on, let’s test them for real. Wanna go for a little walk in the woods? See how different everything looks?”
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Now that the leaves were changing and fall had rolled in, the outdoors felt more colorful. Still, nothing mattered more than her. Because even while sitting on a bench with a breathtaking view of the town we’d moved to, she was the only thing I cared to look at.