by BJ Wane
Eve was still shaking with ripples of pleasure when Dec withdrew his mouth and turned her over. Four hands positioned her boneless body bent over and braced with her hands on the second step and her feet planted at the bottom. Water lapped around the tops of her thighs and the tips of her breasts, just enough titillation to keep her arousal from settling completely.
A low groan slipped past her mouth as two hands kneaded her damp buttocks before following with simultaneous hard slaps. Again they gave her no time to adjust to the change of pace, to come down a notch from her orgasms before having her ass peppered with sharp smacks interspersed with soft caresses and hard squeezes. Their labored breathing was the only sound they made as they worked over her buttocks until both globes throbbed and burned, the heated mounds of flesh filling her pussy with pulses of pleasure. She couldn't resist swaying her torso, swirling her nipples in the water and adding to the sensations wreaking havoc on her entire lower body.
Nate nodded at Dec, both men eyeing their handiwork before soothing the rounded flesh they had just abused with soft caresses. "Nice and warm," Nate commented, cupping her pussy with his other hand. "And ready for me." Leaning down, he put his lips next to Eve's ear. "I'm going to fuck you and watch while you take Dec's cock in your mouth." He hesitated a moment, giving her small lobe a sharp nip and her a few seconds to think that over before asking, "Do you have a problem with that?"
The only problem Eve could think of at that moment was her pressing need to feel Nate filling her again. Shaking her head, anticipation overruling minor misgivings, she said, "No, please Nate, don't make me wait."
"She pleads so nicely." Dec settled on the top step in front of her, sifted his fingers through her dark, wet hair and cupped her skull. "Do you suck cock as nicely as you beg, Eve?"
Eve couldn't answer because they filled her pussy and mouth with their cocks at the same time, two thickly ridged pieces of flesh making slow forays into her orifices, demanding her complete attention, giving her even more pleasure. Coming on the heels of back to back, powerful climaxes, the greedy hunger of her need shocked her. It encompassed her body from head to foot, their deep, plunging erections driving her straight into another breath stealing orgasm.
"You might want to back off a second," Nate warned Dec when the beginning tremors of Eve's climax rippled around his cock, bathing him in her slick release.
A soft cry escaped Eve when Dec pulled away from her. Grateful for the chance to concentrate solely on her pleasure, she savored the tight grip of Nate's hands on her hips, relished his control of her body and her pleasure as he pounded into her repeatedly, never letting up on his assault until she let go. An explosion of light and color lit the never ending bleak darkness surrounding her, pleasure racking her body, dimming her awareness of her surroundings until she slowly came back down from the incredible high.
Nate bent over her back, telling her in a hard edged voice, "Our turn, sugar," before rising and increasing the rapidity of his womb touching thrusts while Dec slid back into her mouth. The sight of her hollowing her cheeks and pulling on Dec's shaft was such a fucking turn-on, Nate felt his balls drawing up tautly, but it was the soft hum of pleasure coming from her throat that sent his climax spewing deep inside her, clouding his senses with consuming pleasure.
By the time his vision cleared, Nate noticed Dec's tight jaw, his effort to hold back a little longer. Pulling out of the snug warmth of Eve's vagina, he nodded in silent communication to his friend. With an arm around her waist, he lifted Eve against him, his other hand going between her legs as Dec, standing on the top step, was in the perfect position to squeeze the come from his straining cock onto Eve's breasts.
"Nate," Eve moaned as she once again felt herself braced against his hard body, his semi-erect cock nestled in between her still throbbing buttocks, his fingers probing her sheath and her breasts tingling from the warm splash of Dec's semen. The picture she conjured up in her mind of the scene the three of them presented to the other couple was the most erotic image she had ever imagined and she basked in the pleasure of yet another incredible, mind blowing adventure.
"I am absolutely not going to challenge you to top this experience like I naively did after skydiving," Eve moaned as Nate dried her briskly with a soft, nubby towel.
"Why is that, sugar?" Nate asked, amused.
"Because I wouldn't survive it, that's why. Oh, God, that feels good." His large hands were massaging her already sore muscles as he moved down her legs with the towel. She could hear the low murmur of male voices then Katie's laugh, but couldn't summon up the energy to ask about them. Between the swimming, the warm humid air, the bombardment of multiple orgasms and now the rubdown, she was mellow and lethargic and in a wonderfully nice place she was in no hurry to leave.
"Let's get you home." Nate smiled, noticing the tired, dreamy look on her face, his knowing grin joined by both Dec's and Wes's when they looked over.
"I think she enjoyed herself, Nate," Wes said, appreciating the sight of her naked, petite body. For a small woman, she certainly packed a punch.
"Any more and I'd be dead," Eve quipped, being the center of attention now making her embarrassed by her nakedness. Plucking the towel from Nate's hands, she wrapped it around her. "I'll be ready as soon as I get dressed."
It's just the sex, Eve told herself as Nate pulled to a stop, announced they were at her condo and she found herself reluctant to part his company. She never imagined pleasure could be so extreme and intense that she lost touch with reality. But reality was slowly creeping back in, forcing her to admit she enjoyed the time she spent with Nate that didn't involve sex more than she should have for a sex only relationship. She recalled all of Holly's warnings and how irritated she had been hearing them. Now she suspected she should have listened closer to her best friend.
Eve imagined she was something new for a man like Nate, both her inexperience and her handicap a challenging diversion from his usual pursuits. That didn't bother her; it is what it is had been her philosophy for a long time. If she were to be honest with herself, she would have to concede she had been using him to fill the voids in her life. Confident she wanted just what he did, a few weeks of fun and pleasure, she had been so sure she wouldn't be tempted to hope for more.
I don't want more. She gave herself the stern rebuke as she found the door handle. She sure as hell didn't need more than what he had been giving her. Combined with great friends and a job she loved, the stimulating adventures and sex were just icing on the good life she was proud of making for herself. Shoving aside the taunting inner voice calling her a liar, she smiled towards Nate who had been quiet on the ride home. "Thank you again for a wonderful time, Nate."
It's just the sex, Nate swore as he bit back a curse at her calm demeanor when his emotions were in turmoil. What the hell was it about her that had him always wanting more? He admitted it was the novelty of showing a blind woman with her inexperience all she had been missing out on that first drew him back to her, but now that he'd had her several times, in several different ways, he should be content to move on, patting himself on the back for doing her a good deed. But now the opposite felt true, more like she did him a good turn instead. Was that why he still had this driving compulsion to continue giving her everything she was craving? Looking at her in the dark interior of the car, he remembered the brave way she had attempted rock wall climbing, her laugh when she failed, her utter exuberance when they were soaring aloft in the sky followed by her eager willingness for sex after they landed, her anxiousness to ride solo for the first time today and the sheer pleasure she revealed at doing something so simple as swimming. Like a cat with a bowl of cream, she had lapped up all the pleasures to be had from her first ménage, not stopping until drained. Thinking of his own life, his accomplishments, or lack thereof, he thought maybe this obsessed compulsion driving him was because it took a blind woman with guts most men he knew didn't have to show him how pathetic his worthless, pampered life had become.
; "Wait there and I'll walk you in." That last thought didn't sit well with him, causing him to be abrupt with her. He tempered his curtness with a light kiss, adding, "I enjoyed tonight very much, Eve."
"Me too."
Unlocking her door, Nate followed her inside noticing she left a small table lamp on even though it made no difference to her whether her home was lit against nightfall or not. The welcoming beacon illuminated the bright accents she decorated her space with and gave her condo a homey feel his cold penthouse suite was lacking. Once again, comparing the contrasts between her life and his made him want to stall leaving that much longer. Wanting to feel her climaxing under him again was also a factor and had his cock stiffening as he anticipated crowding her in her double bed for a few hours.
It's just the sex, he reiterated silently when he turned and pinned her against the wall with his body. Grabbing her wrists, he held them above her head. Cupping her breast with his other hand, he demanded lowly, "Ask me to stay."
Surprise from the sudden request phrased as an order had Eve's breathing escalating, her pulse beating out a static rhythm. She pictured him staying a few hours, filling her again with that hard cock driving her to temporary respite from the darkness she could never fully escape from. Despite the excitement and instant flare of heat coursing through her, she hesitated a moment, wondering what this meant. At first she feared he might want more than sex from their relationship then she feared if she agreed he wouldn't, and that made no frigging sense. It must be the adrenaline sensory overload still clouding her mind that had her in such a befuddled state. Remember the KISS rule, she scolded herself. Keep it simple stupid, a motto that had served her well up till now.
It's just the sex, she reminded herself. "Of course, please stay," she said before she could let all the reasons this might be a bad idea sway her.
Nate laughed at the noticeable indecision warring on her face while her rapid heartbeat and puckering nipple against his palm gave him her body's answer. He liked the way he could fluster her with a simple request. It told him he wasn't the only one floundering with unaccustomed feelings about their relationship.
"Right answer, sugar. Why don't I draw you a bath and we'll go from there?"
***
Eve' s body awoke with tingling awareness of Nate's hard, muscled length surrounding her from behind. The heat of him flowed through her, lashing her skin and stirring the hunger he always brought out in her. The feel of his lips brushing the edge of her ear sent shivers rippling up her spine, but it was the slow penetration of a thick finger breaching her anus that roused her completely from a deep, sated sleep.
"Oh, God," she groaned into her pillow, the soreness in that orifice from the anal play last night overridden by the renewed pleasure of having those sensitive nerve endings reawakened.
"Just Nate, sugar," Nate drawled in her ear, his own body quickening when she shivered in arousal.
"Very funny," Eve moaned as his cock slid inside her, feeling stuffed from the dual pressure in both her pussy and ass. "I can't believe you're up already. I mean, didn't we just…"
Her question ended with that small startled gasp and catch in her throat he loved when he reached in front of her and pressed her clit tightly against his embedded cock. "You were saying?" he prodded her with a grin and a deeper probe into both the slick heat of her pussy and the tight confines of her ass.
"Never mind, just… move, please." He enjoyed drawing out her torment, making her beg. One of these days, she swore she would get even. But not now. Another slow thrust from both his cock and finger had her pushing her ass back against him, relishing the feel of his thickly muscled, hair roughened thighs cradling her hips. When he released the tight pressure on her clit to wrap his arm around her waist and hold her securely in place as he increased his thrusts, it was a matter of seconds before she splintered apart with another devastating climax that robbed her of all coherent thought and left her shaking in the aftermath of pleasure.
Nate grit his teeth, jack hammering into her spasming sheath, the feel of her slick walls clamping around him so soon both a turn on and a frustration. He had wanted to draw out this fuck, take her slow as they both woke up. But she was so responsive, so consistently eager to embrace whatever he was doing to her, he couldn't keep from following her over that precipice.
"Next time," he told her, sliding out of her warm, snug body, "I'm going to make you wait twice as long."
Eve laughed, delighted with waking up to him in her bed. Sore but energized from the sex, she swore she wouldn't read any more into him staying the entire night other than what it was—an extension of the sex this weekend. Rolling out of bed, she couldn't resist getting in her own taunt. "That's what you said twice last night. I'm beginning to think you're all growl and no bite." His exaggerated growl sent her running into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her before she called out with a giggle, "You can use the other one." It's just sex, she reminded herself as she showered and resigned herself to finding him gone by the time she went downstairs.
Delighted with her, Nate watched her bouncing cheeks as she flew with unerring accuracy into her bathroom. The way she continued to surprise him could account for why he wasn't eager to hightail it out of here this morning. He rarely spent an entire night with a woman, but waking up to Eve's small body nestled in front of him had been a difficult temptation to ignore, even after the debauchery of last night followed by waking her twice for a quickie. He had run her a hot bath as promised, but settled for enjoying watching the pleasure on her face as she soaked some of the soreness from her well used body instead of joining her like he wanted to. The bewildered and disappointed look on her face when he slid into her bed and did nothing but draw her to him made him decide to wait until this morning to take her again. He enjoyed tormenting her a little by keeping her guessing, but that petite, warm body had been too hard to ignore for that long and he had caved. Twice.
It's not just sex. He couldn't pinpoint when infatuation became something more, when simple desire had turned into raging lust or when friendly concern grew into fierce protectiveness, only that it was true. Because that didn't piss him off, or make him uneasy, or send him running, he decided it was time to redefine their relationship. Grabbing his jeans and shirt, he made use of her front bathroom then beat her downstairs to put on a strong pot of coffee. He was going to need the fortitude to push past her natural instinct of resistance.
"Do you take anything in your coffee?" he asked her when she entered the kitchen with a wary look on her face.
"Why are you still here?"
That was a damn good question, he thought, irritated she didn't seem pleased he stayed. The surprise behind her blunt question told him she expected him to be gone. Women always wanted more from him than he was willing to give, yet Eve was content with their limited arrangement. Because that did piss him off, he knew for sure this had evolved into more than sex for him. His sudden change of attitude threw him for a loop, but he was willing to give it a try. Unfortunately, he was sure he was more open to seeing if they had more going for them than some really amazing sex than she was.
Giving it some thought, he concluded it would be best if he did a slow and methodical invasion of her life without her being aware of his intentions until she lowered that wall of resistance enough for her to consider a relationship beyond sex. "I thought the least I could do is take you out for breakfast, or brunch," he amended seeing it was after ten already.
Eve wasn't sure what to make of his invitation or the instant thrill she experienced when he issued it. Then she realized he probably had another sexual adventure planned. That seemed to burst her small bubble of joy at finding him still here and didn't sound appealing right now. Maybe it was the over indulgence of the past twelve hours and the lingering soreness that had her shying away from sex again today, she told herself as she moved to get down mugs. "I'm sorry, Nate, but I'm a little sore this morning and I'm going to have to pass. Rain check?" she asked hopefu
lly, worried he would take her refusal as a permanent stop to their encounters instead of a temporary rest.
Nate crossed his arms and leaned against the counter to keep from reaching for her and shaking some sense into her. He waited a moment before replying, until his anger over her assumption he wanted nothing but another dip into her pussy defused. He had to admit her assumption was to be expected given their relationship up until this morning.
"You misunderstood, Eve. My intention is to take you for brunch and that's all today. I'm aware you're not accustomed to such rigorous sexual activity."
From the hard edge to Nate's tone, Eve realized her wrong assumption had pissed him off. "Excuse me," she returned just as coolly, "but you can't fault me for not knowing you were taking sex off the agenda since this relationship doesn't concern anything else."
To hell with taking it slow. Nate plucked the mugs from her hands and pinned her against the counter, his arms bracketing her in. "You're right, but our relationship isn't written in stone. What'll it hurt to have a meal together without involving sex? I'm hungry and I listened to your stomach protesting over an hour ago. There's an expansive spread downtown you'll enjoy."
Before she listened to the little voice telling her this was a bad idea, Eve said, "I have brunch with Carl and Mark every Sunday, but they won't mind if you join us. It'll give them another chance to grill you." She expected that warning would change his mind, but instead he accepted without hesitation.
"Since they have your welfare in mind, I don't mind in the least, but I won't censor my comments to spare you embarrassment if they get too personal or pushy." Moving away before he caved to temptation and stripped her out of those ass hugging jeans and bright pink tee shirt that said 'I'm working on my procrastination issues—just you wait and see', he filled the coffee mugs and wrapped her hand around one. "What can I do to help?"