by Brandy Ayers
“Does this mean we’re in a committed relationship now? Are we going to start having date nights at Applebee’s, I’ll stop shaving my legs, you’ll stop going down on me, and we’ll have missionary sex once a week?”
Despite the teasing tone I try to adopt, I really am worried about this. In a lot of ways, I am just as inexperienced and confused as a teenage girl. My only experience with love and relationships didn’t exactly leave a good taste in my mouth.
“What is with you hating on missionary? Missionary can be hot. Intimate. Passionate. One of these days I’m going to fuck you in missionary position for hours, make you come more than I ever have before. Then you’ll be begging for me to take you old faithful-style.” Trent turns me in his lap so I’m straddling his hips, and I can’t help but notice the raging erection poking me in the thigh. “As for the rest of that nonsense you just spouted, I honestly don’t care where we go on dates, as long as you are with me. I don’t give two shits whether or not you shave your legs, as long as they are wrapped around me every night. And I will never, ever, stop going down on you. Never.”
“Wow. I think you just wrote your wedding vows.” I freeze as soon as the words pop out from my lips. Did I really just insinuate we were going to get married? “Not that we’re to the whole marriage phase yet. Not that I’m saying we have to get to that phase. I mean—”
“Francie, shut up. I am absolutely marrying you, just as soon as you are ready to take that leap again.”
Before I can do or say anything else to embarrass myself, Trent covers my mouth with his, kissing me until I’m breathless.
Chapter Thirteen
Trent
Finally, fucking finally, every piece of the puzzle has snapped together for Francie and me. Sitting on the floor of a strange house where we were supposed have sex with another man might be the strangest place in the history of couples to declare our love for each other, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
But I also don’t want to make love to her here. I want to take her home to my house, lay her down in the bed I’m hoping she will someday call hers as well, and show her how unconventional we can be, while still being a committed couple.
Francie must have the same thought, because she stands abruptly from my lap, reaching her hand down to help me up. Which makes me laugh a little since I would end up just toppling her over.
Without words, we clasp hands and practically sprint back to the car. In a blink, we’re blindly stumbling through my house, groping and mauling each other as if we hadn’t had sex just the night before. The place is relatively small considering what I can afford, but I always thought my money was better spent going back into the company or my charity. But it is still a four-bedroom house with all the modern amenities with a fantastic view of the river. The first time I brought Francie back here she’d walked room to room with a huge Cheshire cat smile on her face, and I knew she was picturing herself here. How she would change it. Where her things would go. But she wouldn’t admit it at the time.
“When I move in, we’re putting some colors on these walls. All this grey and white is so not us.” She mumbles the words around my lips, not willing to break our connection.
I laugh, because a month ago this girl was still trying to date other men, and now she’s redecorating my house. And I love it. I love her, crazy neurosis and all. “You can paint whatever the hell you want. Just promise me you’ll walk around naked every day.”
“Deal.”
“I have something I need to tell you.” We’re stumbling back through the house, trying to walk and grope each other at the same time. “I’m your landlord.”
Francie stops in her tracks. “So, you’re the one that’s been making all the security updates? Refinishing the kitchen? You know I don’t actually need all that, right? I was happy with the way it was.”
“No woman of mine is going to walk through a dark alley every night to get to her door.” I pull her in tighter to me, not wanting even an inch of distance between us. “I bought that building the day after I met you. I couldn’t sleep knowing you weren’t safe.”
“Wow.” Francie’s mouth drops open, and I have to wonder if I went too far. “That is the sweetest most psychotic thing I’ve ever heard. Thank you. Now, fuck me.”
By the time we make it to the bed, our clothes have been shed all over the house, and we’re both panting and moaning, already on the edge of coming even though we’ve barely gotten started. I need to slow things down. We have all night. Hell, we have a whole lifetime. There really is no need to rush our first night of forever.
“I have a surprise for you.” I lay her down on the mattress, then move to the nightstand where I stashed everything I would need for this particular surprise, though I had planned for this to happen in a few days, not tonight.
“You know what I love, besides you? Surprises.” Francie presses her thighs together and writhes around on the bed, all her pent-up need manifesting in a fidgeting sex goddess.
“I had planned to do this after crossing the threesome off your list. I wanted to be able to prove to you that I could make you feel just as good, all alone. But now I just want to give you something you’ve been curious about.”
I place the gift next to her on the bed. Brow furrowed, Francie fingers it slowly. “Are these what I think they are?”
“If you think they’re anal beads, then yes, they are.” We’ve experimented a little bit with some backdoor action, but haven’t gone further than my pinky in her cute little ass. At first, she couldn’t stop giggling whenever I ventured back there. But then I popped my finger in one night while I was licking her pussy, and she fucking detonated. That only increased her curiosity about anal play. I can’t wait to claim her ass, and these should help things along nicely.
Francie can’t stop staring at them. She picks up the roughly foot-long string of light blue beads and twirls them around. While she’s distracted, I kneel on the floor between her legs and dive face-first into my favorite place on earth. Her pussy. As soon as my tongue touches her swollen little clit, Francie’s hands fly to grip my hair and pull me tighter against her. I’ll never forget that first night when she claimed she couldn’t get off like this. Now look at her. My brazen girl is humping my face and coming undone in no time at all.
I let her first orgasm subside before pressing my index finger into her tight pussy and slowly fucking her with it, just keeping her warm and on the edge for what comes next. “Hand me the beads, honey.”
Faster than I would think she’d be capable of, considering she’s still recovering from her hard and fast climax, Francie whips the beads off the bed and dangles them in front of my face between her thighs. “Be gentle.”
Kissing her pulsing little clit one more time, I take the beads from her hand, as well as the bottle of lube that is still sitting by her hip on the bed. “Pet yourself, baby. I want to keep you nice and wet while I get you ready.”
Like the good girl she is, Francie reaches down and slides two fingers around her clit, fast then slow, and dips them down into her pussy, then back up to her clit. Never staying in any one area long enough to bring herself to orgasm but balancing right on the edge the way she knows I want.
For a moment, I’m mesmerized by the sight of her playing with herself, and I forget what I’m supposed to be doing. Shaking my head in an effort to refocus myself, I get to work slicking up the new toy with the lube and then squirting a healthy dose of it on her tight back entrance. These beads are designed for beginners. The first few are smaller than even my pinky, so I know she’ll take them easily, but by the third and fourth ball they get big enough that I know we’ll have to work to get them in. No way will we make it all the way to the last ball, which is an inch in diameter.
“Ready, honey?” I gaze up the curves of Francie’s sweet body and almost lose the war with my willpower not to say, “Screw this whole kinky thing” and just get my dick inside her cunt right now. The swell of her soft tummy rises and falls with
her labored, aroused breathing. Her huge tits are plumped up between her arms, which are still busy at work between her thighs.
But the thing that really gets me is the complete look of trust and awe in her eyes. Francie has always looked at me with affection and attraction. But now, there is a whole new level there. She’s given in to the feelings that have been growing between us for weeks. No longer holding back and hanging on to all those bullshit roadblocks she kept throwing up between us. Now she’s all in. Just like me.
Biting her bottom lip, Francie nods and whimpers as I push the first bead into her ass. Her fingers fly in a rapid flutter over her clit, and her hips begin to twitch with the first signs of her next orgasm.
“Don’t you come yet, Francie. I want the first time you come with a toy in your ass to be all over my cock. I’m going to fill you up so you scream from the feeling. I know you want to wait for that release until my cock is buried inside you.” I push the second bead in, and Francie throws her head back, her eyes screwed shut with the effort of keeping her impending orgasm at bay.
“That’s it, honey. Reach that other hand down here, and put one of your fingers in your soaked pussy. Feel how wet you get when I fill up your ass. You like being dirty, don’t you, Francie? People look at you and think you’re such a sweet, innocent woman. But they don’t know that at night you let me fuck this body any way I please. They don’t know the kinky plans you think up. I’m the only one who gets that part of you.”
“Yes, oh God, I love being dirty with you. Only you.” Francie’s breathing fast and hard, one finger pumping in and out of her soaked channel, the other circling her clit in rapid little movements.
I push the third bead into her tight little hole and get a little resistance right before it pops into place. “How’s that feel, dirty girl?” I ask because I need to know exactly where her head is at, but I can read her body as if I’ve watched her reactions for years, not weeks. Just as the round bead breaches her back entrance, her hips lift off the bed, and she moans low in her belly. Her fingers still their work in her pussy for just a split second and then go back to their frenzied pace.
“So good, Trent. I want your cock inside me. Now. Please!”
Dear God, I love hearing her beg for my cock. “Not yet, sweet thing. Can you handle one more?”
She nods and tries to keep still for me. The next bead is slow going, but once it slides in, Francie starts going crazy. She’s right there on the edge, but I don’t want her going over just yet. I abandon the beads, now half disappeared inside her, and grip both her wrists, pulling her hands away from pleasuring herself. Pinning her body to the mattress, I hover over her, forcing her to look directly in my eyes. “Not yet, honey. Shove it down. You’re not coming yet.”
A few tears escape the corners of her eyes. I know this is intense for her, and I’m so happy it is just the two of us here. She nods, breathes deep, and somehow staves off the orgasm that has been slowly building inside her.
I can’t resist. Even though time is short if I want her to come with me inside her, I need to feel her lips again. I cover her mouth with mine, and her moans grow louder as our tongues dance. Her hips undulate beneath me, looking for any bit of friction to give her what she needs.
Quickly, I force myself to give up her succulent mouth and flip her over onto her stomach. Pulling her ass up into the air, I nearly lose my own tenuous hold on my release at the sight of those blue beads dangling from her tight hole. Without any more fanfare, I shove my cock straight into her hot, slick cunt. And that is all she needs. Her walls flutter and constrict around my cock, trying to milk my cum out of me. But I refuse to let go that fast. Not with only one pump inside her. Hell no. My girl is in for the ride of her life.
I fuck her through the orgasm. She’s screaming and clawing at the sheets like the little hellcat I know she can be in bed. Every time I thrust deep inside her, my hips slam against her ass, giving the beads a jolt. I think a second orgasm starts right on top of the other, because her upper body gives out until her chest and face are pressed into the bed, and the only thing holding her hips up are my hands.
I slow my thrusts, not wanting her to be totally spent yet. Almost lazily I push every inch into her still throbbing pussy, then drag all those inches back out, making sure she feels every bit.
Gradually, Francie comes back to herself, her breathing evens out, and she presses up onto her elbows to glance back at me. “Holy shit. Every time I think our sex life can’t get better, it does.”
“Oh, honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Banding my arms around her torso, I draw her up so her back is pressed against my chest. I can’t go as deep in this position, but every single movement of my hips makes the beads shift inside her ass.
Continuing the lackadaisical pace, I kiss along her neck, suck her earlobe, pinch her nipples with both my fingers, caress every inch of her belly, tits, and neck. I make love to her in the middle of the dirtiest fuck I’ve ever experienced. Because with us we are both at all times. We are dirty and sweet. There is no separating the two.
“You know another thing on that little list of yours I’ve been dying to give a try?”
Francie shakes her head and moans as I pinch both her nipples, drawing them straight out from her body, then releasing them so her tits jiggle as they fall back to their normal position. Fuck, I love playing with these beauties.
Gliding my hand up to her throat, I wrap my fingers gently around her neck, not putting any pressure there, just holding her in my hand. “How about a little choking, dirty girl? You wanna give that a go?”
I know she likes the idea even before she responds. Her body tells me exactly what she wants. Those sweet juices of hers that I love to devour drip out around my cock and down her thighs. Her breathing picks up just a little, her pulse beating wildly against my thumb on one side of her neck. Then she nods these fast little jerks of her head, and I have to smile. So eager.
I give her a little more pressure against her throat, nothing that will restrict her breathing even a little bit. But enough so she knows I’m there and not letting go. At the same time, I pick up the pace on my thrusts, giving her some sharp, hard pumps. Her arms snake around behind me and grip my ass, trying to get me even farther inside her.
Snaking my free hand down her body, I slip my fingers between her hot, wet folds, running them down to her entrance where I am stuffing her full, and back up to her swollen clit. “You like me in complete control of your body, don’t you? I’ve stuffed both your holes so full, you can feel every little movement. Now I control how much you breathe too. You’ll take everything I give you and not complain one bit. Isn’t that right, dirty girl?”
Unable to answer, Francie only moans and tries to grind down on my cock, her whole body vibrating with the strength of the orgasm building inside her.
“Answer me.” I give her just a little bit more on her throat.
“Yes, love it,” she rasps out.
“I know you do. These juices tell me so, even when you can’t answer.” I swirl my fingers around my pumping cock, right at her entrance. Any minute now this girl is going to detonate. Her pussy is clamping down on me so hard I’m surprised I still have any circulation left in my dick. Fuck, it feels amazing. Removing my hand from between her thighs, I bring my fingers up to just before her mouth, already gaping open while those sounds I love pour out of her. “Taste how much you love it, honey.”
No more prompting is required. Francie leans forward, putting even more pressure on her airway, and sucks my fingers into her mouth. That does it. She’s screaming and writhing, her nails digging into the flesh of my ass and her cunt clamping down on my cock, milking me for everything I’m worth.
Before I totally lose myself to the moment, I move the hand holding her throat between us and begin pulling the beads one by one slowly from her ass. Each one that pops out sends her deeper into her orgasm. As I pull the final one out, Francie collapses onto the bed, and I follow, giving three more hard pum
ps, emptying my balls straight into her puffy pussy.
We’re both breathing hard, and I’m pretty sure I might have blacked out for a couple seconds. I’m lying with all my weight on top of her, my dick still lodged deep inside. I roll to the side, staying buried inside her and gathering her in my arms.
“That was everything and more I could have ever wanted from that fantasy.” Francie looks at me over her shoulder, her eyelids heavy and her face relaxed. “I love you, Trent. So much.”
“I love you too, my dirty girl.”
Epilogue One
One Year Later
Francie
“Do you think we bought too much?” I lift up the two huge shopping bags, heavy with our purchases, and glance over to Trent, who has the biggest grin on his face.
“No way. I thought we showed enormous restraint. Besides, we are going to need supplies for our three months alone in a hut on the ocean.” Trent leans over, kissing me with all his might right in the middle of the sidewalk.
Outside a sex shop.
Once he lets me go, we continue walking toward the parking garage, eager to try out our new purchases.
Our wedding is one week away, and I couldn’t be more excited. Every doubt and made-up reason I used to keep him at arm’s length when we first met have long since evaporated, leaving behind only love and a confidence in our relationship that grows every day. I’ve never been this happy in my life, and instead of worrying when the other shoe will drop, I know that it will only get better from here.
Of course, there have been hard times. And more will come, without a doubt. But the key to everything in our relationship is communication. I know I sound like one of those super cheesy relationship gurus who write self-help books, but it is the truth. We talk about everything, whether it’s how our days went, or something new we want to try in the bedroom, or when one of us inadvertently steps on an emotional land mine. We never bottle anything up.