I liked those things, yes, but I also liked winning. And, my orgasms weren't just adequate!
***
Lucent lost. I knew he would lose, and I think he knew he would lose, too, which was why he attempted to play his little word games with me and convince me to let him win. Well, Mr. Storme, it didn't work. I won, and I was very happy to.
I didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but it wasn't even a full minute before I had my handsome, arrogant lover grunting, begging me to slow down, except, no, not at all. I wouldn't fall for that. He was trying to stall! I stroked him faster, then moved in for the kill. My tongue flickered against the underside of his cockhead. He'd told me this trick under strict confidentiality, but apparently this was one of the most sensitive areas of a man's cock. Innocuous seeming, and mostly quite ordinary, but... no, it was nothing of the sort.
I stroked and tormented him with my hand all while licking fast, tongue lashing and lapping against his most sensitive spot. For added good measure, I took his balls in one hand and squeezed and rolled them in my fingers.
Lucent lost. Oh, yes, he lost. He lost our bet and he lost himself completely. His hips bucked up off the bed in one final effort to either delay the inevitable or to gain as much pleasure as he could before his impending doom. His body shuddered and I felt his thighs tighten, crushing against me, but it was all over soon. His beautifully erotic cock twitched and tensed along with his legs, then a brilliant white jet of his cum shot up and out. One, then another, a third, followed by tiny spasms, more and more. I didn't give in or give up, though, oh no.
Lucent was mine, and I'd won this bet. I checked the clock just to make sure, and, yes, it was still the same minute as when we'd started. I stroked him slower now, squeezing and milking him, delighted at the gentle pulsing of his cock sending little spurts of his cum out, white cream falling down across my hands and fingers. Lucent collapsed on the bed, spent, but, no, I wasn't done with him yet.
"Lucent?" I said, doing my best to sound sweet and demure.
He opened his eyes to gaze at me, his expression happy yet exhausted. "Yes?"
I took my hands away from his cock and licked at my cum-covered fingertips. "I like how you taste."
He groaned, then laughed, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. "I'm going to get you back for this," he said.
"When?" I asked.
"Soon," he said. "Tonight."
"Well, that's perfectly well and good, but I think you made a promise to me first, and I hope you won't go back on your word."
"Miss Tanner, I was being a fool and a liar before. Your orgasms are the most exquisite and wonderful things I've ever laid eyes on. Just witnessing your beauty and passion in the seconds before you lose yourself to the throes of climax is one of the most mesmerizing and erotic scenes I have ever witnessed. Watching you finally give in to pleasure is thrilling beyond belief. When I have the wonderful good fortune to be on the receiving end, feeling you press and wrap your erotic beauty around my erection, I can only describe such vision and sensation as perfect bliss."
Um... well... I... I stared at him, blushing, unsure what to say. "Are you just saying that because I won our bet?" I asked.
"No," Lucent said with a lazy smile. "I said all of that because it's absolutely true."
***
Lucent and I cuddled in bed, because Lucent and I liked to cuddle in bed. There really wasn't much more to it than that. That was probably the thing I liked most about our relationship; we didn't argue much because we accepted the things we liked. Except... well, we hadn't argued much, until somewhat recently. I didn't know how I felt about that, but I didn't think I liked it. We'd talked about it, though, and...
"Did my father actually tell you that I'm stubborn?" Lucent asked while I nuzzled up against him.
"Yes," I said. "Also, he told me that he and your mother want you to settle down with someone and give them grandbabies."
"My father certainly did not say that he wanted grandbabies," Lucent said. "Grandchildren, or perhaps even as far as grandkids. I'm finding the veracity of your claims highly contentious now, Miss Tanner. You aren't lying to me, are you?"
He said this, but he asked it with a sly grin, gently teasing me. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, to which he replied with an attempted nip to the tip. I returned my tongue to the safety of my mouth; safe now, until Lucent decided to wrestle control of it away from me with a passionate kiss, at least.
"Fine," I said, playfully huffy. "He didn't say grandbabies; I did. He said basically the same thing in his own words, though. Also, he said he would like for you to be happy, Lucent. And he doesn't want you to be so stubborn and indifferent, I guess. I don't know how to explain all of this to you."
Lucent kissed me quick. "If I have properly assessed the meaning to the conversation you had with him, he hopes that in the future I'll act the way I currently act with you. Correct?"
"Well, I don't want to brag or anything, but yes. Mostly it's because I'm perfect, and it's obvious my perfection is rubbing off on you."
Lucent smiled with his eyes, a slight twinkle, both growing wider, larger. "Really now, Miss Tanner?"
I turned away from him and bit my lip. "Mhm."
"I must admit, I'd love to rub something off on you, if you know what I mean. Mostly because you're perfect."
"No, Lucent, I have no idea what you mean. Can you please explain it in more detail?"
"Yes, of course," he said with a grin. Lucent slipped away from me for a moment, sliding himself on top of me. His hands moved to my sides, pinning my hips to the bed. His lips hovered just above the tip of my nose, warm, soft breath washing over me.
"I want to place my hand here," Lucent said, moving one hand from my hip to my pants-covered crotch. "You are perfect all over, Miss Tanner, but I admit to having an obscene fascination with this particular part of your perfection. And then I want to do this." Above my borrowed jeans, pressing tight against my sex, he slid a wandering finger up and down my slit. "I want to rub," he said. "There. Until, like a genie in a bottle, you'll scream out to me that you'll grant me any three wishes my heart desires."
This was... well, this was silly Lucent, but also sexy Lucent. Silly sexy Lucent? I liked it; he made my heart quicken and my lips smile, laughter bubbling up, giddy and gleeful. "Only three wishes?" I asked him, coy.
"I only need three," he said. Without prompting, he added, "First, I want you. All of you, Miss Tanner. Your love, your body, your affection, your mind and your thoughts, your curiosity and your devotion. I want all of that, all of you, forever. Second, I want to make my parents happy by giving them what they'd like. I want them to know that I've found a woman I wish to spend the rest of my life with. Finally, third, perhaps we could work on those grandbabies you mentioned previously."
His finger continued to slide up and down, now not only quickening my racing heart, but doing quite a good job of quickening my arousal, too. Hm... he wanted all of me? And some grandbabies? I supposed I could help indulge him with that. Not now, not immediately, because I was still technically on birth control, but that's what trial runs were for, right? Practice makes perfect?
Instead of that, instead of agreeing and living in the moment, my mind wandered, curiosity quickening as fast as my pulse and my arousal, and I said something dumb. "I don't think you can wish for love. That's one of the rules, isn't it? No bringing people back from the dead, no wishing for love, and no wishing for more wishes."
Lucent stared at me, more than grinning. I couldn't even begin to describe the look on his face. He looked like he wanted to kiss me and laugh and make love to me all at once; which, I should add, was quite a wonderful look, indeed.
"Can you make an exception, oh lovely genie of mine?" he asked.
I shook my head, no. "Nope!"
"I'll just have to make you fall in love with me the old-fashioned way, then," he said.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered.
I
didn't know why I whispered, because we were alone in a bedroom in the basement of his parent's lakehouse, but it just seemed appropriate.
"Yes, anything," he said, whispering to my whisper.
"I'm already in love with you," I said. "So that means you still have another wish."
"You are?" he asked, acting unconvinced though his grin said otherwise. "I do?"
I nodded. "Mhm."
"Perhaps just a small addition to a previous wish," Lucent said, thoughtful. "Perhaps, as my whim dictates, I'd like nothing more than to tie you up and spank you and..."
Lucent trailed off, leaving his thoughts unrefined. I could certainly finish them for him, and I thought maybe we should do that. I kissed him softly, and he kissed me back a little less so. Soft became hard, a little harder. Not just kisses anymore. I felt him against my thigh. Oh, yes. This was good. Definitely good. Very...
"Lucent?" someone called out; a woman. "Are you down here?"
"And that," Lucent said, removing himself from atop me, "is my mother."
"Oh! Do I get to meet her?" I asked. This was difficult, which did I want more: did I want to meet Lucent's mother, or would I rather practice with Lucent in regards to giving his mother grandbabies? Questions... difficult difficult questions.
"Yes," Lucent said. "Mostly yes, and mostly right now, because my mother is a strong proponent against privacy."
I wrinkled my nose and laughed at him. "You have such a way with words."
"She's kind, though. I'm sure you'll like her. You two will likely get along. If you've seemingly tamed and subdued my father, all the better."
"I'm good at that," I said, sitting up and then jumping off the bed while Lucent went in search of his pants. I puffed up my chest, filling it with self-importance and pride. "You may call me Elise Tanner, the Storme-tamer."
Lucent did his best not to laugh; and also, I thought, he did his best not to rush to lock the door, toss me atop the bed, and show me exactly who was taming who. He slipped on his pants, zipped and buttoned them, and opened his bedroom door just as his mother called out again.
"Lucent?" she said, tentative, standing just outside the door. When he opened it, she peeked inside, curious, concerned, and with a half smile. "Oh, you're here. Your father said—"
I smiled and waved, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden. I had a bad habit of that, really, because, um... well, this was Lucent's mother! I shouldn't be shy. I should be happy. I should go out and say hello and thank her for...
"Oh!" she said with a gasp of delight. "It's true! I thought he was telling me a fib."
"A fib, mother?" Lucent asked. "Really?"
"Shush, dear. Move out of the way. Let me meet her. What were you two doing hidden away down here in one of the guest bedrooms?"
Lucent's mother ignored him, pushing her way past him and into the room. She came up in front of me, smiling, eyes roaming up and down, assessing me as the partner to her son.
"Last I knew, this was my bedroom for when I visit," he said.
"Yes, but you don't visit often now so I didn't know if we should save it for you."
"I see how it is," Lucent said, shaking his head. "Removed from the house, as it were."
"Lucent, I'll talk with you later. I'm going to talk with her now," she said. Waving him away with a small hand gesture, she turned her full attention to me. "Oh, hello dear. What's your name?"
"Elise—" I said. I thought I should introduce myself fully, but apparently not.
"Oh! Elise! What a pretty name. You're quite fetching, too. Does Lucent tell you that?" She turned to look to her son for a brief second. "You do tell her she's fetching, don't you?"
"I'm entirely uncertain if I have ever referred to Miss Tanner as 'fetching,' mother," Lucent said.
She gave him a concerned, worried look. "Who's Miss Tanner?"
"Me," I said with a squeak. I wanted to sound confident, but this wasn't exactly going as I'd planned. Granted, I hadn't planned anything, so... "I'm Elise Tanner. Um..."
"I don't get it," she said.
"It's fine, mother," Lucent said. "Please, allow me to reassure you that, yes, I find Elise fetching. She is perfect, beautiful, wondrous, attractive, sensual, captivating, enchanting..."
"Cute?" his mother asked. "Do you think she's cute?"
"Yes, of course she's cute," Lucent said.
"And what about you, dear?" she asked me.
"I think I'm cute, too?" I said, not entirely sure where this was going.
"No! Oh, gosh, no. You are, of course. I meant Lucent. Is this a good relationship? I don't mean to pry, but I'm hoping that maybe some day my Lucent will find a fetching woman to have children with, so I'll have some grandbabies running around the house. Not that fetching is a requirement. It's not what I think, anyways. It's Lucent's decision as to who he finds fetching, and he finds you fetching, so...?"
"Mother," Lucent said, groaning. "Please."
"Well," I said. "Yes, I find Lucent handsome, cute, attractive, charming. He's quite pleasing, enticing, alluring, and sweet. He's um... he's altogether very nice and neat and I like him a lot. Also, we were just talking and Lucent said he wouldn't be opposed to having babies with me."
"Did he really say that?" She glanced from me to him. "Lucent, that's rude. You wouldn't be opposed? You need to be more of a sweet-talker than that, dear." And back to me. "Elise, I'm sorry that my son is a little strange."
"Mother, if you believe I'm strange, you really have no idea who you're talking to."
I shrugged, looking side to side, guilty as charged. "Um... well, Lucent didn't actually say that, but it sounded like something he would say. I don't really mind. I think it's fun. Actually, what he said was that he wanted to rub me like a genie in a bottle and—" I belatedly realized what I'd just said, and to Lucent's mother no less. "Er... and one of his wishes would be for grandbabies."
"Lucent!" his mother shouted, stomping and turning around, hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Did you really tell this fetching young woman you'd like to rub her the right way and have children with her?"
"I most certainly did not say I would rub her the right way, mother."
"Well, I hope you're not planning on rubbing her the wrong way."
"Mother, we're not having this conversation," Lucent said.
"Fine, but what about the grandbabies? Are we having those?"
"No," Lucent said, putting his foot down. "We're not. You, mother, are having grandbabies. Elise and I will simply have children, at least to start."
His mother glared at him, fierce and determined. "When?" she asked.
"What do you mean when?" Lucent countered. "It takes at least nine months to have children, mother. As well, Elise is currently on birth control, so that needs to be taken into consideration. Perhaps a wedding and a marriage would be in order beforehand, also? We should take these matters into consideration."
"Excuse me," I said, not sure how to say this. "I'm a little hungry."
"Oh God. Lucent, she's hungry. This won't do. Oh, oh. Also." Lucent's mother turned around and held her hand out as if to offer it to me to shake, but then she changed her mind completely. Moving forward fast, wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me tight. "Elise, it's so wonderful to meet you. I'm Angela, Lucent's mother, but I'm sure you know that already. I'm so glad Lucent met you. He's trouble, I know. I'm sorry. He's a good boy, too, though. Please treat him well. Make sure he treats you well, too. Don't let him put you through any shenanigans."
I didn't know what to do at first, but then my arms went around Lucent's mother as easily as that, instinctive and right. She hugged me and I hugged her back. It was—if I was being honest—somewhat peculiar at first, but I liked it. She was good at hugging, and I liked her no-nonsense attitude. It was certainly different from Lucent and his father, but similar in its own way, too. I loved Lucent, even through our rough spots, and while my first introduction to his family was... not regular, I thought I was starting to like them, too.
I
wanted to. I wanted everything to work out.
"Let's just bring you two upstairs," Angela said with a smile, stepping back and out of our impromptu embrace. "I'll make you a snack before dinner. You'll both be staying for dinner, won't you?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful, if you don't mind, mother," Lucent said.
"I've heard some bad things about you recently, Lucent. You're going to have to explain all of this. Not now; let's wait until we're sitting down for dinner. You aren't in trouble, are you?" Angela asked.
Lucent cleared his throat. "Yes, about that..."
***
Lucent's mother apparently had a horde of caterers hidden away, on beck and call, in her kitchen. Or, likely not, but it seemed it. As soon as we all went upstairs, she asked us to wait in the living room while she went to fetch a light snack for us before dinner. When she returned, she had a platter filled with deviled eggs, pita crisps, a bowl of fresh hummus, and cubed Italian meats and cheeses.
She smiled and told us to help ourselves while she went to put the finishing touches on dinner.
"Finishing touches?" I asked Lucent as soon as she left for the kitchen. "Um... didn't she just get back?"
"My mother," Lucent said, speaking with an odd sort of pride, "is what you might refer to as a foodie. My father spends his retired days crafting snowglobes for many local business, with a special online division I helped him set up, and my mother cooks. I assure you, Thanksgiving is a wonderful time of year."
"Yes," I said, "except you don't come visit them, Lucent."
He frowned before reaching out to snatch a deviled egg from the platter of food. Popping it into his mouth, he chewed, then let out a sigh that could only really be described as sensually sinful.
"I really should visit more often," he said. "The food is wonderful."
I glared at him and slapped at his arm. "I was being serious!"
"I was being serious, as well," he countered. "Don't believe me? Try this, Miss Tanner."
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