Chapter 5 #6
“He may have touched me once or twice at the beginning,” Joy managed to say, “when he was first with me, because I was a virgin and I didn’t know anything.
But he never lingered there the way you’re doing now.
He never brought me to completion with his touch.
I sometimes did it myself, after he left the room. ”
Douglas gave a little sound that might have been disapproval or desire. “He was a fool. Do you like what I’m doing? Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice hot and intense as he continued to stroke her.
She nodded. She was finding it difficult to speak, because he increased his speed, and she had to punctuate each word, she spoke with a little gasp, “Will you touch me like this until I…”
“Oh, yes. I want to feel you clenching against my fingers,” he told her, his voice dropping to a growl.
“I want all this wetness to flow out, so that when I slide my cock into you, it will be the smoothest thing you’ve ever felt.
But mostly, I want to hear you as you come.
I want to know all the little sounds you make when you’re enjoying yourself.
I want you to say my name, if you think I’ve earned it.
Can you do that for me, Joy?” Now he slowed down, his fingers sliding in and out, dragging against that spot inside her that made her eyelashes flutter closed every time he crossed it.
His thumb circled the hard bud outside, and the combination was driving her mad.
But it was so good that she didn’t want it to end.
“I’m afraid that if I come undone, it will mean that I’m done.”
He lifted her off him and laid her onto her back, then leaned over her as he pushed her skirts up around her waist. “You are not done, Joy. You’re waking up after a decade of being forced to sleep.
I’m no prince, but you were definitely a sleeping beauty.
And I want to wake you up, and I want to steal you away from where you’ve been locked up.
And I want to make you mine over and over. Let me see you fulfilled.”
He started pleasuring her again. Joy lifted her hips the next time he slid his fingers deeper, and she moaned at the nearly overwhelming wash of pleasure that came over her.
He was attuned to the subtle change and the fact that she was not merely accepting his touch but now working to meet it.
He slid his other hand under her bottom and lifted her up, and then lowered his head so that his mouth covered the spot where his thumb had been teasing her.
She gave a short cry as she felt his lips against her most sensitive and aroused spot, and began to whimper when he sucked gently.
He lifted his head for one moment. “That’s it, love. Let me bring you home. All you have to do is enjoy it.” Then his mouth was on her again, and she gave herself up to sensation.
She knew she was saying something, many things as he sucked and stroked, but she couldn’t recall what those things were.
All she knew was that at the end, she did indeed call out his name, because his tongue and his lips and his fingers made her burst apart, a ripe fruit with juices flowing out.
The intensity of her orgasm was unlike anything she could recall.
Yes, she had come before in her life, sometimes alone and sometimes with another. But this felt new and precious.
He seemed to enjoy letting his tongue slide over the hard pearl at her core, each little lap making her hitch her breath and beg for mercy. His fingers were still inside her; he didn’t remove them. He seemed quite content to remain kneeling and bent over her, like a supplicant wanting absolution.
At last, at last he straightened up, his eyes gleaming in the faint light as he regarded her with the complete satisfaction of a man who has achieved his aim.
He licked his lips and then pulled his fingers free, raising them to his mouth so he could suck them.
“You taste so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you again. ”
“Is that true?” she asked, breathless at the idea.
“I’d never lie about that, Joy. Tell me, did your Welsh maid lick your snatch like that? Was her tongue as quick and hot as mine?”
“It was softer, somehow. But I like yours as well.”
“If she were still in your service, I would very much like to know if she would consent to join us once or twice. I’d love to watch as you pleasure each other. There are few things in this world as decadent as watching women enjoy themselves.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous? That you weren’t the author of the pleasure?”
“How could I be jealous if you were happy? And who’s to say that I might not join in at some point? As long as everyone involved approves of what’s happening, does it matter so much who’s doing what to whom?”
Joy had a sudden image of Douglas and her with an additional guest or perhaps even two, and she decided that it was something she wouldn’t be opposed to.
She asked him if he had ever indulged in such an arrangement, and he said that he’d only once had two women, but because they were the sort of women one paid, they were quite attentive to him alone, rather than viewing it as an opportunity for mutual pleasure.
He explained, “And though I absolutely couldn’t complain about their performance, it made me realize that it wasn’t an experience I’d seek out again.
I love the idea of inviting another player into the game, but I’d only do it if it were truly a game for everyone, instead of being work for some. ”
“You’ve given a lot of thought to how you like women in your bed.”
“At the moment, all I can think of is you,” he said, his voice low. “And what I want more than anything is to be inside you. But if you want to wait—”
“No! I mean, I want that too. You inside me. I’m not scared.”
“There’s no need to be.”
And that was how Joy learned about condoms. Douglas said he always carried a few when he traveled. “Though I have to report that I haven’t used them as much as you would assume. It’s more of a just-in-case—”
“I’m glad you have them,” she interrupted quietly.
“You don’t have to justify your choices to me.
” As the respectable wife of an older gentleman who would have been appalled at the very notion of such devices, Joy had never seen a so-called French letter before.
She looked at the stitched skin curiously. “How does it work?”
“I’ll show you.”
He unfolded the skin and slid it over his erection. Joy had a sudden notion that it was a little like gift-wrapping a present, but didn’t say it out loud because she’d dissolve into a fit of giggling if she did.
“You’re smiling,” he said, watching her.
“I’m just…anticipating.”
“Mmmm, let’s see about that.” Douglas turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees, staring at the pillow. He asked, “Did your husband ever take you like this, with you on your hands and knees and him entering you from behind?”
“No,” she replied, breathless at the idea. “He only ever lay on top of me, and he was finished in a minute or so.”
“A minute? Christ, what a waste. And are you truly telling me that he never requested any other position? The man should never have been allowed near a woman, let alone one as amazing as you. I have a catalog in my mind of all the positions I intend to introduce you to, my love.”
She looked over her shoulder. “You do?”
“Oh, yes. But for now we start with this, and I expect that if you like it, or if you don’t, you will tell me.”
And with that, he nudged her legs a little further apart, and reached his hands around her hip so that he could touch her much as he did before, long, smooth strokes along the outside of her body, inside the lips that covered her core.
She gave a little gasp of pleasure at his touch, and wondered if this was what he meant by behind.
But then she felt his cock touching the entrance of her body.
The entrance that was already slick and hot with moisture thanks to his previous attentions.
He pressed very lightly, really, just allowing her to feel smooth tip of him as he rolled it against her.
“It is more traditional, I suppose, to begin in the missionary position,” he said, his voice growing hot, “but I don’t want to be traditional with you tonight.
I want to show you everything you’ve never had before.
Is it all right with you that the first time I penetrate you, you won’t see my face?
Is it all right that you’re on your hands and knees, that I take you like an animal? ”
Joy flushed at his words, which were as arousing as his touches. She looked back and said, “If you believe that doing so will make me feel good, then that is what you should do.”
“Everything I do to you tonight will make you feel good. And you’re so hot and slick that I know you can take my cock, no matter how I give it to you. I’m glad you came for me before. That means that I can take my time with you now, to make up for all the years I didn’t have you.”
With that, he began to press into her. “Spread your knees a little wider for me, darling.”
He groaned as he brought her hips hard against his thighs. He held still for a moment, perhaps allowing her to get used to his girth, but she felt no pain.
Then he leaned down, so that he could speak into her ear. “Did your husband fill you up like this?”
“Who cares? I love how you feel.”
He growled again, and then ducked his head and bit down on her shoulder, like a dog laying claim to a bone. It didn’t hurt; he was too gentle for that. But it was a mark of possession, and a mark of pleasure.