Chapter 8 #2
I take a moment to gaze at her, soaking in every detail of her gorgeous body, every curve, every dip, every smooth plane, and I consciously have to shake myself out of the erotic trance I’ve put myself into imagining all the things I want to do to her.
Letting out a growl of appreciation, I start to kiss every bit of the body I’ve just inspected so thoroughly until she’s moaning softly and writhing with pleasure under the pressure of my mouth.
I straddle her, then use my knee to push her thighs apart so she’s forced to spread her legs for me. Then, reaching under the bed, I bring out a box of toys I’d ordered especially for her visit here, just in case. I’m actually pretty delighted that I’m getting the chance to use them.
I pluck out a small silver tub the size of my palm and screw off the lid.
She tilts her chin to look down at what I’m doing. ‘What the hell is that?’ she asks with a tremor in her voice – but it’s one of keen interest.
‘Just something to heighten sensations,’ I say cryptically.
Her eyebrows twitch, but she doesn’t question me further. It seems she’s prepared to trust that she’ll like whatever it is I’m going to do to her. And she will. I’m confident of it.
Rubbing my finger over the smooth, oily substance, I make sure I’ve got a good amount on my fingertip before applying it to both of her nipples, spreading it thinly over the areoles and then the peaks, which are pointing upwards with clear attentiveness.
It takes a moment or two for her to feel it, but when she does she draws in a short, ragged gasp.
‘Oh! Oh!’ she breathes, her mouth forming a wide, appreciative smile. ‘That feels cold. And tingly.’
‘That’s the menthol doing its work,’ I say with a grin, then I bend forward so my mouth is only inches away from her left nipple and gently blow a cool breeze over it.
‘Ngh!’ The sound she makes is like an aphrodisiac to my brain.
I move to the other nipple and give it the same treatment, and I’m rewarded with the same show of pleasure.
Then I breathe hot air over her breasts instead to alter the sensation.
‘Oh, my God, God, God!’ she moans.
‘Are you ready for it on your clit?’ I ask, lacing my voice with dark intent.
‘Wait – what?’ she says, lifting her head from the bed and starting to move, as if she’s not sure she likes the idea of that.
‘Trust me,’ I say, putting a hand on her belly and gently pushing her back down. ‘You’re going to love it.’
She looks at me as if she’s not entirely sure she wants to trust me, but I keep my expression fixed in a look of absolute self-assurance and she finally submits and flops back down onto the bed.
After slathering some more of the oily balm onto my finger – taking my time doing it, to tease her some more with the anticipation of waiting for it – I carefully put the pot onto the bedside table before returning to kneel next to her on the bed.
‘Spread your legs wider,’ I order her.
She does as I ask and I see that she’s trembling a little now.
But this is going to feel so good. And I know for a fact she’s going to love what I’m going to do to her next.
Her fingers grip the sheet on either side of her as I lean forward and gently part her folds to expose the neat nub of her clitoris to my gaze, then I stroke her there with my loaded finger, once, twice, three times.
Again, it takes a moment for the sensation to hit, but when it does, she gives me the same beautiful reaction as before.
I bend my head and blow on her there, hot, then cold then hot.
Small gasps of air are escaping from her throat as I continue to tease her like this for a few minutes, changing the sensation over and over again until I sense she’s going a little crazy from it.
‘Jamie, I need… I need…’
Clearly, she doesn’t quite know what she needs, but that’s okay, because I do.
I move away from her and reach into the box again, extracting a beautifully made clear glass dildo from it, which has ridges along the shaft, each one spaced an inch apart. It’s a thing of beauty and feels perfectly weighted in my hand. It’s heavy, solid and substantial. A sex toy of kings.
A tube of lube is the next thing to appear from the box.
She raises her head and watches me with rapt fascination as I smooth lube over the head of the dildo.
‘Where are you going to put that?’ she asks breathily.
‘One of two possible places,’ I say with a wry lift of my eyebrow as I move it between her legs, running the cool, smooth head down through her folds – taking my time so she can appreciate the quality of my tools – to the bridge of smooth skin between her vagina and asshole, where I gently press it into her with tantalising intent.
‘You really would have that reputed stick up your ass if I put it in here,’ I joke as I move it fractionally closer to her tightly puckered hole.
She wriggles her hips a little, as if trying to get me to move it lower. Daring me to go through with my threat.
‘But maybe not just yet,’ I say. ‘Maybe I’ll put something better in there later.
’ I can tell from the flash of interest in her eyes that she likes that idea.
She always did like anal play, as I so childishly let slip all those years ago.
That hadn’t been a lie. But that’s what had been so awful about it. I’d let loose her most private desires.
I push the thud of guilt away. I’ve apologised for that now. And she seems to have accepted my apology. I’ll just make sure to give her as much pleasure as I can right now to distract her from the memory of that mistake.
Moving the dildo back up to the slick entrance of her vagina, I play with it there, pushing it forward a little so she starts to open up and take the rounded glass head inside her.
Her stuttering inhalation of breath makes me smile.
I push it deeper, then deeper still, fascinated as I watch the ridges disappear one by one inside her.
‘How does that feel?’ I ask, fascinated by the way her body twitches and writhes with pleasure as I increase the pressure.
‘So good. It feels like I’m being penetrated over and over again as it goes in,’ she answers in a husky voice. I can tell from the flush on her cheeks that she’s thoroughly enjoying this.
I lean towards her again and blow on her clit as I continue to move the dildo in and out of her, picking up the pace a little as I see her stomach begin to tense. She’s close to orgasm already, I can tell.
‘Oh fuck, Jamie, yes. That feels so good. Don’t stop!’ she pants, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
And I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Love it.
Barely a moment later, she bucks and twists her hips, her hands screwing the sheet into balls at her sides and lets out a long, low scream of pleasure, completely lost to the orgasm I’m giving her.
Because that’s exactly what’s happening here. I’m giving this to her. I’m totally in control of her pleasure.
And I really fucking like that.
It takes a few moments for her to come round from her private world of gratification, but when she finally opens her eyes, I can see her mind has been blown.
‘Wow…’ She groans. ‘That was intense.’
I can’t stop the smile that’s pulling at my mouth.
I gently draw the dildo out of her and discard it onto the floor beside the bed.
‘I feel like I should return the favour,’ she says, propping herself up on her elbows, a seductive, hazy look in her eyes. ‘I hate to think this was all going to be one-sided. It’s not my style to be selfish in bed.’
My body heats with interest, my already hard cock bobbing against my stomach as I think about all the things she could do to pay me back.
One thing in particular springs to mind.
But before I can even voice it, she rolls onto her side then gets onto her knees and crawls towards me, lowering her head in readiness to take my cock into her mouth.
And it’s as though my ultimate fantasy has come true – the one I’d thought about in the sea.
She pokes out her tongue and flicks the end of my cock with it, sending shivers of electric sensation through me.
‘Kneel up,’ she tells me, looking up at me with those beautiful, determined eyes.
I do as she says without a murmur and am immediately rewarded as she takes my dick into her hot, wet mouth, sliding me deep into her throat.
She looks up at me, her expression heated and totally trusting.
And, oh fuck, I’m lost.
April
Now we’ve started having sex, we don’t seem to be able to stop.
It’s bizarre, but I feel as if I’ve been given a shot of some kind of lust drug so that the moment he leaves the room all I can think about is him coming back so I can have him inside me again.
Giving myself over to Jamie was terrifying at first, but then totally exhilarating. Letting him take the lead – something I’ve not allowed any of my sexual partners to do in the last decade – seemed perfectly right.
He’s the first and only man ever to break my tightly held control.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this before, not even Jamie when we were together.
Perhaps it’s the knowledge that we have finite time together that’s driving it.
Whatever it is, it’s making me think about sex in a whole new way.
And I’ve decided, to hell with it. I’m just going to go with it for now.
It’s not as if I don’t deserve to have some fun.
The last ten years have been spent doing the right thing and, while I’m here on Jamie’s secluded private island away from real life, I’ve decided I’m going to do the wrong thing.
Just this once.
I’m going to be the woman I can’t be anywhere else.
So we have sex. A lot of it. For the rest of the day and most of the night.
In the morning I wake up to find him lying next to me, having fallen asleep after our sex marathon, finally sated and exhausted. But somehow, I still seem to be able to find the energy to have his cock inside me again as soon as he wakes up and rolls over, discovering me there next to him.
I beg a little time on my own after that, needing it in order to get my head together and do some kind of exercise that doesn’t involve my vagina.