Chapter 24 #2
“You’ve already given me a bald patch.” I touch my thick hair, acting as if she’s pulled it all out.
She glows bright red, the flush spreading from her chest upwards. And I love it. She’s captivating. Even without a tonne of experience.
Maybe that’s the draw. But I can’t contemplate it now. I need to be inside her.
“I’ll let you think about your punishment for me. But right now, I want you on that bed. Legs wide. I need to inspect if your pussy has submitted to me.”
I use two fingers again to shut her mouth. “Do I shock you? Do you like that I talk like that to you?”
She just sits, but states quietly, “It is a shock. Nobody has ever said things like that to me. But I like it. Not sure why, but I do.” Her eyes go down.
“Hey, don’t look down. You’re a gorgeous woman.
I just lose my mind a bit and get carried away.
If I’m too much, tell me. I can control myself.
Normally, anyway. It’s just… well… You. You are off the scale sexy for me.
What can a man do?” Tears start to form in her eyes. “Whoa, whoa. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” she gulps. “All these orgasms are messing with my brain.”
I know that’s not the answer, but I let it slide. My anger towards her ex notches up, though. Not only has he not taken any interest in her sexually, he’s obviously never told her how sexy she is. How much of a goddess of a woman she is. What a dickhead.
“Well, up you get, ‘cos I need to mess with that brain a bit more.”
I pick her up in a honeymoon carry and drop her on the bed. “Open wide, sugar. Let me see the target area.”
She starts to giggle, and I start to sway my hips, as if I’m limbering up.
Stretching out my body. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or jump me.
She can’t hide the desire in her eyes, and I can see her body starting to heat up.
My cock grows in length, and I stand and stroke myself.
Her gasp of breath tells me, once again, her ex-husband has never been so blatant with her.
What the fuck was that arsehole ex-husband doing? Other than nothing at all.
Grabbing a condom from the beside table, I drizzle lube and continue to massage myself, holding her eyes as I do.
“This is for you, all for you. I won’t hurt you, but tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”
Dropping down to kiss her pussy, I give her a lick for good measure. I make my way up her body until I’m lined up with her. Her pulse is pounding in her neck, her breathing coming in pants.
“Keep your eyes open,” I growl into her mouth. “I want to watch you come again.”
Kissing her, I keep my attention fully trained on her face as I push inside, millimetre by millimetre.
It’s as if I’m walking on air. It feels so. Fucking. Good. Her moan has me moving before I’m conscious of doing so. My hips starting the rhythm older than time. Her legs around my waist. And I lose my resolve to take it slow.
I thrust and thrust, my mind feeling every nuance of her body.
How she moans when I lift her leg and change the angle, allowing me to go even deeper.
How she screams when I have both her legs over my shoulders and pound into her.
My back arching in pleasure, my toes curl with the fucking want to come.
I feel her tense as I place my fingers on her clit.
I put my head down and fuck her. The tingle at the base of my spine spreads fire in my body, and I let go.
Filling the condom as she yet again screams my name, and I fucking love it.
We spend the whole night learning how to give each other pleasure. How she likes to be touched. She’s as keen to give pleasure as receive it. But my favourite part is always her surprise at my dirty words and deeds.
“I actually thought you were a gentleman. I now know you are not.” She’s giving me a prim look and voice. I pretend to look upset and shocked.
“I am a gentleman. Have I not exceeded our deal of five to one. You’ve had at least six orgasms. And regardless of any deal, I would always ensure you are always ahead. So, very gentlemanly, if you ask me.” I point to myself, and wink at her.
We’re laid back in bed. She’s sprawled across my chest, her fingers stroking my skin. I love the attention, she loves my body, her admiration is in her fingertips. It feels amazing, and I want more.
“On that front, yes. On everything else, no. I know you’re a CEO, but have you always been so bossy in the bedroom?”
“Yep. Only one boss, and that’s me. You can fight me for it if you want, I’d enjoy that. But I’ll always win. And you might not like the punishment.”
“Do you like that? The punishment.” Her voice is tentative.
“Have you never had anyone spank you for fun?” She shakes her head. “Well I’m happy to show you. It’s fun, it doesn’t really hurt, and your body adores it. I know it does. I spanked you as I entered you from behind, and your pussy absolutely grabbed a hold of me.”
She looks embarrassed, and I can’t have that. She needs to be brought to confidence in her sexuality. She’s too amazing not to be.
“Hey.” I hold her face. “Don’t ever be embarrassed. If you like something, say. If I like to do it and you like that I do it to you, then for us that’s fine. Never be embarrassed about sex. It’s supposed to be a good time. Not something that has you hanging your head.”
“You’re so open about it though. I haven’t had that experience before.”
“Christ, your ex-husband was and is an idiot. I know my sex life has been very colourful, but my brothers are worse. We had to soundproof all the rooms when we were in our twenties, as Jonno likes to whip people. It was a constant screamfest.” Now her face has gone bright red.
“We’re very open about sex. My sister is married to two men.
Both rockstars. They are not shy about their relationship, especially at home.
I suppose we all just got used to being open and honest.” I shrug.
“I’m not sure I’m up to this.” I see the chink in her confidence. I need to reassure her.
“Look, no one is asking you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.
I’m just telling you why I don’t mind discussing things openly and honestly.
We don’t flaunt ourselves in public. But my point is this.
Do not be embarrassed about something you like.
And it is not a competition. You don’t have to be up to anything.
If I like it and you do, that’s enough. It’s enough, Emma. You’re enough.”
I pull her to me and hold her close. I can feel the tears on her face. She doesn't say anything else—she doesn’t have to—and we fall asleep wrapped around each other.