“Hi. Just doing a little research. Do we need this?” she asked, wiggling the butt plug.
“I have plans for that later. Come here.”
“In a sec. I just want to say something before I get all up in this. When I get nervous, I get silly, but I don’t want you to think I’m being silly at you. I’m going to try my best not to make any jokes, but if I do, it’s because I’m nervous. I want this to be good for you.”
“Who says I don’t want you to be silly?”
“I—okay. You got me there. Let me just go wash my hands and we’ll do this.” While she ducked into the bathroom, Mason made himself comfortable on the bed, idly stroking himself while he waited. Finally she stepped into the room. Mason stood off the bed and met her by the bathroom door. They didn’t have to jump right to the main event, but he was tired of waiting. He wanted to hold her. Wanted her body against his. Mason leaned down and kissed her.
“You like to tell me how amazing you are, but I hope you believe it,” he said against her lips.
“Sometimes I need a little reassurance.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Here, grab the lube and let’s get that slicked up.”
“’Kay,” she replied, her voice a little unsure. Mason watched as she opened the seal on the water-based lube and smeared a generous amount all over the silicone cock she wore. Fuck, it was a sight to behold.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“Yeah?” she said, a little smile touching the corners of her lips.
“Definitely, yeah. All good?”
“Yeah.” She handed him the bottle.
“You hold on to that.” He pulled her close again and started to massage some of the tension out of her shoulders and neck. She sighed and leaned into him. Mason wasn’t sure how he was going to watch her leave when the time came. “Now, I’m much bigger than you, so we’ll try a few positions. And that cock’s curved, so you won’t have to do a lot of work to find my prostate. Let me know if you’re uncomfortable or if anything hurts.”
“And you tell me. Honestly, I don’t know how you top all the time. The performance anxiety is maddening,” she said dramatically.
Mason pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Harness the power of the moon, love. What is she telling you?”
“Oh, you’re gonna use my own craft against me?”
“Like you said, embrace it.”
“The moon is telling me that this is about to be the best sex of your life.”
“That’s the spirit. Lie down on the bed, gorgeous moon goddess. On your back.”
Xeni made her way over to the mattress and made herself comfortable. Mason followed, going to his knees on the floor. He spread her legs, marveling at the way the straps of the harness wrapped around her gorgeous brown thighs. He wanted nothing more than for her to fuck him until he shot his load, but first he needed a taste.
She was soaking wet, her juices coating her labia. Mason spread her lips with his tongue, sucking her clit into his mouth as his nose bumped the base of the harness.
“Babe, stop,” she moaned, even though she tugged him closer with her fingers in his hair. The slight sting from the pulling went straight to his cock. He wanted to ask if she was sure, wanted to know what he could do to continue to worship her slick cunt, but he knew she didn’t want to wait any longer. Later, he told himself. Later, he’d eat her pussy until she couldn’t stand any longer.
Mason crawled over her, straddling her slender waist. His gaze roamed over her face and down to her hard nipples, then back up to her searching brown eyes as he reached between his legs and lined the silicone cock up with his asshole. He lost himself in the moment, easing himself down on the hard length, but it was Xeni’s soft hands stroking over his thighs that brought him back. It was her in this moment, she was giving this to him. No questions asked. He almost slipped up and said the words again.
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It took a few moments, but Mason was able to find a good rhythm, fucking himself on the purple cock. A few strokes later, Xeni caught on. He held still, giving her the time she needed to adjust her legs, the room she needed for more leverage, and then she was back with him. He could feel her hips rising to meet his ass, feel every bit of effort as she tried to hit the perfect spot just inside of him.
The view in front of him was just as good, made him just as hard as the fucking itself. He bent over her, bracing his hands beside her shoulders, careful to keep his weight off her chest. His swollen cock slid back and forth just under the soft skin of her breasts. He moved faster, rocking back and forth, filling his ass over and over. Xeni urged him on, a hand stroking up his broad chest, curving around the side of his neck and back down again. He looked at the hand on his thigh as the light from the bathroom caught the diamonds on her ring. His eyes slid closed on their own as he worked the inches in and out, and in and out again.
“Mason.” He looked down at his wife as she repeated his name on a breathless moan. “Do you want me to stroke it?” Her fingertips on his leg were already lightly brushing his dick as he moved on her cock. The silicone tip pressed hard against his prostate as his muscles clenched. He was about to come.
“You can touch me anywhere you want, love. Anywhere,” he groaned. “You holding up?”
“Yeah. This actually feels real good. It’s—it’s pushing down on my clit. I—fuck. I could come just from watching you. Can you come on my tits from there?” she asked. “I want you to.”
“Xeni, fuck. My god.” Mason reached down and pushed her tits together. He teased her hard, dark nipples with his thumbs, pinched them between his large fingers. Precum leaked out of the tip of his erection at the sound of her moaning. She pushed her head back into the sheets. He knew she would say something about how they’d done a great job of messing up her thick curls, but in the moment it didn’t matter. He just wanted to remember this, every second of it, so he could keep it close to his heart when she was thousands of miles away.
Cum shot out of Mason cock, coating the bottom of her brown tits. Mason thought he was gonna pass out as another thick stream followed and then another, some of it coating her nipples. The last time he’d come that hard had been a few days before when Xeni had taken him into his mouth. He paused for a minute or two, trying to breathe and blink his eyes back into focus. Xeni continued her caressing, running her hands over every inch she could reach.
Finally he climbed off of her and managed to stumble to his feet, his hard cock still pulsing between his legs. “Don’t move,” he told her. He should have been more specific. She didn’t move from the bed, but her legs fell open and her fingers went right to her pussy, gleaming with her thick juices. Mason found the plug. He quickly went to rinse it off, then came back into the room. He grabbed the lube off the edge of the bed, then hauled Xeni into his arms. It took a lot of restraint not to beat his chest like a pumped-up caveman as she squealed with delight. He sat down in his desk chair and pulled her lush thighs across his lap, letting out a shudder as she nuzzled closer to him and started sucking on his neck.
“I thought we were going to do it doggy style,” she said in between strokes of her tongue. “But I liked it much better that way. I liked watching you.”
“So did I, love. So did I.” Mason uncapped the lube and spread a healthy amount on the butt plug.
“What are we going to do with that?”
“I was going to have some fun filling you up.” He tipped her back, but Xeni flinched, like she thought she was going to fall. “Lean back. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He tried again, bracing his arm in a firm caging motion behind her back. This time she went with it, let him hold her weight as he maneuvered between her legs. He found the tight bud of her asshole, already wet from her slick cunt juices, and gently nudged it with his finger. “Just relax for me. Okay?”
She let out a shaky breath, then gave him a little nod. “Okay.” Mason watched her face very closely for any signs of discomfort as he pushed the toy in all the way. She let out
another breath as he turned it a fraction, then she settled against him even more.
“You want to take this off?” He grabbed the base of the purple cock she was wearing and gave it a shake. Xeni let out another gasp, shaking her head.
“Leave it on.”
“I just want you to be comfortable.”
“I am,” Xeni said, before she reached up and pulled him down to her. She kissed him like that was what she’d been wanting all night, deep and rough. Mason kissed her back, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he made himself busy between her legs. He teased her clit, stroking and lightly pinching the sensitive bud as she started to squirm in his arms. Then he pushed one finger inside her swollen cunt and then another.
“You said you liked my fingers,” he breathed against her lips. He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought before she kissed him again. He would just have to show her. Mason used his forearm to hitch up her thigh so he could have better access to her amazing body. Then he added more lube, covering his own fingers, her swollen labia and her dripping entrance. He took his time, slowly sliding one finger then two, fucking her hot cunt nice and deep. She whimpered in his arms he added as another finger another, three now pumping in and out. He fucked her this way for a while, watch the way she arched in his grasp, moaning his name now and again.
He leaned down and lightly took her bottom lip between his teeth, giving her a little bite. She moaned then, kissing him deeper.
“Do you want more?” he asked when he pulled back and bit. He stretched her more, nudging her with his pinky.
“Mhhmm,” she moaned, nodding frantically. He added his pinky, and then his his thumb. There was a moment’s pause. Mason wanted to give her time to adjust to the girth of his hand. She’s stretched so beautifully for him, the lube and her juices easing the way. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the AC and their mingling breath. He moved his hand, just barely, but that was enough to spur his gorgeous partner on. She ground down on his clenched fist with her hips, her muscles tensing around him. He watched the not-so-subtle swirl of her pelvis a bit more before he started moving his hand in earnest.
That was all it took to make her cry out, her face tucked tight against his neck.
“How does that feel?” Mason asked. More like begged. He wanted to know that he was taking care of her in all the ways he could.
“Good. Oh my god. It—it feels good.” Mason kept on with the motion, moving his wrist in slow but deep thrusts. “You can go—you can go faster.”
“You sure, love?”
“Yes,” she panted, grabbing his forearm to show him that she was ready to do it for him if he didn’t get on with it. “Yeah, fuck. Just. That. Yeah, that.”
Mason watched her closely, looked for any hint of pain or discomfort, but she held on to his wrist, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He did what she asked, followed through on her sensual demands, until he felt her clenching down on him.
“Oh, babe,” she cried out as she soaked his wrist. He held on to her as her body tensed and trembled, then a few minutes later, he very slowly removed his hand.
Mason carried Xeni across the room and laid her down on the bed, and carefully removed the strap-on and butt plug. He took both into the bathroom and then returned with a wet washcloth to clean her off. She was still breathing heavy, her eyes slammed shut as he wiped his cum off her tits and her cum off her thighs.
“You want me to wrap your hair?” It may have been a foolish question, but he’d do it if she asked.
A burst of laughter sputtered out of her as she opened her eyes. “Quick learner, but no. Thank you. I forgot my bonnet at home anyway.”
Mason would have offered to keep a spare at his place if they weren’t running out of time.
It took some more maneuvering, but eventually they were both under the covers. Mason held still while Xeni made herself comfortable, then wrapped his arms around her. He listened to her breathing as she lightly toyed with his chest hair.
“You want to know what I want to be in my next life?” she suddenly said into the dark.
“What’s that, my moon goddess?”
“A sex witch.”
It was after midnight when Xeni realized what she would do with her newly acquired wealth. First she was going to get a bigger apartment. A house even, with high ceilings. Then she was going to get a huge bed with a sturdy frame and some kind of sex chair. Yeah, a sex chair. She realized she liked doing sex things in chairs. And then she’d invite Mason out to Los Angeles for what she now saw as mandatory bi-monthly dick appointments. The marriage wasn’t meant to last, but she’d be a fool to give up the sex. With him, it was just too good.
She should have been exhausted. The man had played her like a sock puppet, made her come harder than she’d ever come before. Instead of that peaceful, dreamless sleep that came with so-powerful-it-reset-your-nervous-system sex, she’d had a filthy dream about her and Mason fucking in a field of flowers. The orgasm she’d had in her sleep woke her up. She rolled over and looked at her husband sleeping beside her, both arms up above his head. She left him there, snoring softly, and crawled out of bed to use the restroom. When she came back, he was awake looking at his phone.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
She put one knee on the bed and leaned over him. She lightly brushed her lips across his a few times, soaking up the soft warmth that she felt when she was around him. Then she glanced down and saw it, his erection tenting the sheets. She nodded toward his lap.
“Permission to come aboard?” she joked. Kinda. She knew he had to be up for the breakfast shift, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to double check. Who knows? He might be up for another round. “If that’s something you’re into. I know you’re tired.”
“Last night was a mistake. I’ll never be too tired for you again. I’ll embrace the sweet death of sleep deprivation if it means I can spend just one more moment joined with you.”
“Okay. Relax, Romeo.”
Mason chuckled and pointed across the room. “I think there are prophylactics there in the recliner.”
Xeni grabbed some protection from the fresh box and came back over to the bed. She felt Mason’s eyes on her as she slid under the covers and slipped the condom over his hard length. She didn’t waste any time climbing over his hips so she could take a seat on his waiting erection. She watched his face as his eyes snapped shut. Her aching pussy welcomed him while she ran her fingers over his chest and down to his soft stomach. She took him easily, inch by inch until he was seated to the root. Rocking forward, she met him halfway as he leaned up so she could brush her lips against his.
So many things flooded her mind. How good it felt to be with him like this. How she knew this was more than just an arrangement, more than just a chemistry fluke. She knew in her heart that the spell she’d done had worked. She just never expected her perfect guy to be Mason McInroy.
“Okay, okay. I know your break is almost over, but finish your story.” Xeni turned off the light to the garage and walked back into the house. She’d knocked a lot off her to-do list, including scheduling an upgrade to the house’s security system for that Friday. Thursday, Mason was taking off so he could join her for a quick trip to Martha’s Vineyard. She needed to see the other house before she went back to California.
The call from Meegan was a welcome distraction. She caught her up on the gossip from the weekend, including some more messy mess she’d gotten herself into, but somehow they’d gotten off track and started talking about the contestants from A Match Made in Paradise. The youths in the villa were always of interest to her, but she wanted to hear more about Meegan’s drama.
“Oh sorry. Anyway, yeah. So, I told him if we talked about it, it would have to be after hours, off campus. I can’t believe I fucked one of my student’s fathers.”
“It was an accident. And the kid has only been your student for, like, a week. You didn’t know.”
“I should screen next. Do y
ou have any kindergarten-aged children, sir? Ma’am? Are you thinking public or private? Do live on the west side? If so, is it going to be an issue if I ask you to tie me up one night and then never call you again?”
“Do you think he’s going to get weird about it?”
“No, but I just—I don’t know. I feel like this is my life now. I can’t find a boyfriend boyfriend and I can’t find someone to just fool around with without some weird connection to some other part of my life popping up. L.A. is too fucking small.”
“No, the kink community in L.A. is too small. Go vanilla, girlfriend. Find you a nice boring man who only likes missionary.”
“But I’ll die,” Meegan said dramatically, before she burst out laughing. Xeni smiled and shook her head, happy she was finally back to feeling like she could have normal conversations with her friends. Well, normal for Meegan.
“I’m sorry I’m not there to laugh at you in person.”
“Me too,” Meegan sighed. “So, you’ll be back in action on Monday?”
“Yes. I get in late Sunday night. I’ll sleep as hard as I can and then I’ll meet you bright and early for our coffee and bitch session before I make these toddlers wish they were keeping that sub forever,” Xeni growled, completely joking. She was one of the softest teachers at Whippoorwill and the kids loved her. “Just a lot going on here still. I’ll tell you guys all at once in person when I get back. Way too much to type and way too much to explain to six people six different times.”
“I can’t wait. We miss you!”
“I miss you too.”
“Oh. There’s the bell. Let me go get these little babies from recess. Text me later if you can.”
“I will.”
“Buh-byeeee.”
“Bye.”
She ended her call with Meegan. Xeni was glad to hear her voice and now she was anxious to get
home and see her friends again, but she’d learned her lesson, dropping that bomb on her mom. She wanted to tell her friends everything, but she wanted to do it in person. She wanted to explain how things had gone from zero to sixty with Mason. And she wanted them to know that even though it was sudden and unexpected and they had no fucking clue what they were doing or how they were going to make things work, she was falling in love with him. Falling. Just falling. One hundred percent not there, but she was definitely packing for a long trip to In Love.
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