Chapter 18
It was Sunday. Aubrielle and I spent the day doing a variety of things, as we did most Sundays.
We took a ride, just the two of us. Later, we grabbed lunch in town.
After we returned home, we called my parents and talked to them.
We were in luck. Blythe Marie was there, so we got them on one call.
We intended to call her after them. Then, later, we cooked dinner together and cleaned up our mess.
It was all regular couple stuff that I loved.
Glancing up at the clock, I sighed. “Dazzler, it’s time to start getting ready to go to work.”
“No, it’s not,” she said.
“Yeah, it is. Look at the time,” I pointed to the clock on the living room wall.
“I know what time it is, Braxton. But I’m not getting ready to go to work. We’re taking the night off,” She said, smiling.
“Say that again.”
“I said we are not going to Eden. I asked Mayhem early this week if it was okay to ask if one of the others would fill in. He said yes, and I got Dusty to do it. I want to stay here and relax with you. We can spend time at the clubhouse and hang out with everyone. But at no later than ten o’clock, we have to be back here. ” Aubrielle said it matter-of-factly.
“And why do we have to be here at ten?” I asked.
Her smile turned sultry. “Because that’s all the longer I can keep myself from jumping you. If it goes longer than that, I’m gonna scandalize your brothers and their old ladies.”
A growl rumbled up from me. She gasped, then giggled when I shifted, then pressed her onto her back on the couch. I loomed over her.
“If I have a choice, as much as I love my club, three fucking hours is too long to wait to have you, Dazzler. I have a counteroffer. How about we stay home and start playing early? It feels like I haven’t tasted you or felt my body in yours in ages.”
“Braxton, it was last night,” she reminded me with a grin.
“See, forever,” I replied.
Her joyous giggle made me smile. I loved seeing her so carefree. Her hands ran up my T-shirt-covered chest.
“Well, maybe I could be persuaded to accept this plan modification, but you have to promise me something.” Her tone was coy.
“Oh, and what would that be?” I asked.
“That you give me no less than four orgasms a session.”
“Four, well, I think that’s more than doable. How many sessions do you want?” I asked.
“As many as you’ll give me,” she moaned. I was tweaking her nipples through her shirt. She had ditched the bra when we got home.
I answered her by lowering my head and sucking her tight nipple into my mouth, through the cloth. Aubrielle’s back bowed, thrusting her tit deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder, then shifted to clamp my teeth around her nub and tug on it. She gasped, and her hips came off the couch.
I switched to the opposite one, sucking it a tad longer and tugging harder.
“Brax,” she moaned.
I let go long enough to mutter, “I love when you say my name like that. Tell me what you want, what you need, baby.”
“I want you, anyway I can have you. I need your hands on my body and mine on yours. I need your mouth and your cock,” she said boldly.
I growled, hearing her say those things. Aubrielle was still innocent in many ways, but she was becoming more vocal and bold when declaring what she wanted. And despite her recent virgin status, she was so open to experiencing whatever I might want us to try.
“I’ll give you all the mouth, hands, and cock action you want. And I want to feel all your silky skin, taste your mouth, and that sweet pussy. And I love sinking my cock into you, whether it’s into that very talented mouth or your mind-blowing pussy. I’ll do anything you want,” I told her.
I sucked her nipple again. Her cry was louder, and then I tore my mouth away as I cried out. Her hand cupped my cock through my jeans, squeezing enough to make my eyes cross and the ache in my balls increase. It was hard, and it wanted to escape the confines of my pants.
“That’s it. Show me how good it feels,” she whispered.
“We’re going to the bedroom,” I muttered.
I sat up, slid my arms under her body, then lifted her.
She squealed, then clung to my shoulders as I carried her through the house to our bedroom.
I wasted no time getting there, but I didn’t put Aubrielle down on the bed.
Instead, it was straight into the bathroom.
When I lowered her, I gave her a command.
“Start taking off your clothes. We need a shower first. And it won’t be the last one we’ll need before we’re done.” I promised her.
I started the water, and Aubrielle didn’t waste time.
Since it was a hot day, when we came back and changed out of our riding clothes, she put on a T-shirt and shorts.
I’d taken off my cut, boots, and socks. My woman had her shirt off by the time I started the shower, so I quickly yanked mine up and over my head, tossing it into the laundry basket.
Her perfect pert, full tits with dark pink tips swayed as she moved.
Her hand came down to undo the button and zipper on her shorts, while my hand did the same to my jeans.
Then, holding each other’s gazes, we pushed them down to our ankles and stepped free, picking them up and throwing them into the hamper.
That left me completely naked. I hadn’t bothered to put on underwear this morning.
Aubrielle was left standing in a pair of thin silk bikini panties.
Unable to resist, I stalked over to her and dragged her panties off. When she was bare, I nuzzled my nose into the top of her mound and inhaled.
“Braxton, don’t. I’ve been riding and sweating today,” she protested.
“And you think I care? I love how you smell right now, Ellie.” I replied, then I placed a kiss on her mound, stood, and took her hand.
I led her to the shower and held open the door for her.
Once we were both inside, I whirled her around to face me and backed her up until the water pounded onto her back.
Her hair was pulled into a large bun on the top of her head.
While the water wet her body, I grabbed her body wash and poured a decent amount into my palm.
I rubbed it between both hands, then started at her jaw and worked it down her skin.
It lathered her skin, making it so slick.
I enjoyed how slippery it made her tits as I kneaded them, and then teased and tugged her nipples.
Her breathing was up, and she moaned. Before I could go further, she had my body gel in her hands, creating a lather that Aubrielle spread across my pecs.
She teased my nubs as I did hers, making me groan.
My body jerked when she scraped her nails across my stiff nipples.
Aubrielle shot me a mischievous smile before her hands slid down my body, and she captured my cock and balls.
I shuddered because she began stroking my length while massaging my balls.
She kept it on this side of comfortable.
I kept working her tits as she stroked me.
Wanting her to be driven as crazy as I was, I told her what I was about to do.
“I’m gonna need to clean you down below. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“Oh, really, well, then I should let you do it,” she replied.
However, Aubrielle wasn’t prepared for the way I washed her.
I pulled my cock and balls free of her slippery hands, then, as my woman stared at me, puzzled, I whirled her body to face away from me.
The water pounded down on her chest. As it rinsed her, I got more of her body wash, but instead of placing my hand between her legs, which she’d parted in anticipation of, I applied the soap differently.
I rubbed it up and down my shaft, and when I was thoroughly covered, I crowded her from behind and slid my cock between her legs.
I rubbed back and forth, spreading the soapy bubbles all over her pussy, using my cock as the loofah.
Her hands came around and gripped my hips as she flung her head backward, whimpering, “Brax.”
I nipped her neck and whispered. “Do you like your new personal massager? How does it feel? Am I getting you clean? If you don’t like it, I can go back to the old way.”
Her nails bit into my hips. “Don’t you dare,” she said, making a sound that was somehow half growl, half whimper.
I chuckled in her ear, then I repeated. “So you like your new massager? Is it getting you clean? How does it feel?” As I finished asking, I shifted my hips so that when I slid forward, the head of my cock drove into her clit. Aubrielle’s head fell back toward my chest, and she moaned louder.
“It feels incredible, but I’m really dirty. You’ll have to do it for a while,” she said hoarsely.
That’s exactly what I did. And while I thrust between her legs, I fondled her tits, twisting her nubs until eventually she stiffened and cried out. Her whole body shook with the intensity of her release. I kept thrusting and tugging on her nipples until she went limp. But I wasn’t finished.
Rubbing against her had my cock throbbing with the need to come.
So, I moved her far enough away to create some distance between us, and the warm water showered over our bodies, rinsing the soap away.
I even helped it using my hand between her legs, which made her quiver.
When I thought we were suds-free, I bent my knees and drove my cock into her pussy in one hard thrust.
Aubrielle screamed as her hands scrabbled on the tiles, trying to find purchase. Holding onto her so she wouldn’t fall, I stroked in and out over and over. And I made each thrust stronger and faster. Her constant moaning was music that drove me harder.
I don’t know exactly how long I lasted before my balls drew up tight and my cock felt as if it expanded. Then, I roared her name as I bucked and released my cum deep inside of her. Her pussy clenched around me as she shouted, “God!” We both came together like the perfect storm.