Crystal Ball

by Laney Kay

  Finally, he let them drop to the ground. Lawd. Have. Mercy. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look. Then I took a deep breath and sat up, because I wanted my hands on him. “Why don’t you come over here so I can take a closer look.”

  He moved closer and he reached for my breasts with both hands and started squeezing and massaging them. I sucked in a breath and let him play while I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. He was every bit as big as I thought, but at that point, I didn’t really care. I mean, it wasn’t mutant big, it was manageable, and I figured we’d make it fit somehow.

  Now, in general, I think most women agree that a limp dick isn’t that exciting, and, let’s just say it, testicles in and of themselves aren’t much to look at. That being said, get the right man and the right circumstances, and I think a full blown erection can be a thing of beauty, and Luke’s was definitely that. Huge, smooth, and thick. So hard it was actually pointing upward, and it bobbed in time with his harsh breaths.

  Anyway, when I squeezed him tighter and started to stroke him slowly from the base to the head, he pulled my hand away. When I complained, he kissed me. “Baby girl, you can do whatever you want to me later, but right now, this is my show.” He grabbed my ankle to pull me flat on my back and dragged me farther down the bed. He lowered himself against me, propped himself onto one elbow and grabbed himself with the other hand. He rubbed himself against me, up and down, and he pushed himself in, just barely, and grinned at me confidently, “So what were you saying? Do you think you’re awake enough now to go another round, or are you just too tired?”

  I pretended to think about it for a second and he started to draw back. I grabbed him to keep him from pulling back and said magnanimously, “Well, since you’re already here, you might as well go ahead and come on in.” He grinned at that as I pulled him closer. “Come on. I don’t want you to think I was being inhospitable.”

  He laughed and slowly started to push his way inside. Even as wet as I was, and as soft and relaxed as I felt inside, it had still been a long time for me and it wasn’t an easy fit. I protested. “Damn, Luke, you’ve gotta go slower. That thing’s as big around as a damn Coke can and I’m just not sure this is going to work.”

  He laughed and shook his head as he kissed me gently. “Baby, it’s fine. Just relax and I’ll go slow, and I promise it’ll fit just fine.”

  Well, shit. I tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy. I took a few deep breaths to try to get my muscles to loosen, but it didn’t seem to help. He pushed in a little, then pulled back, then pushed in a little more, and then he started kissing my neck while rocking gently inside me, a little farther each time, murmuring how good I felt and how much he wanted me. At first, it still wasn’t all that comfortable, but as he worked his way in, it started to feel better and finally, when he was all the way inside me, I held him close and asked him just to stay like that for a few to give me a little time to adjust before he started moving. After a few moments, I still felt stretched to the limits, but it wasn’t really uncomfortable any more. He lifted his head and smiled at me. “How you feeling?”

  I smiled up at him and ran my hands down his muscular back. “I feel better. Very full but it feels good.” And it did. I could feel every thick inch of him inside me, and the way he filled me up was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

  He raised an eyebrow. “You think you could take a little movement?” He slowly pulled back very slightly and then slowly pushed back in.

  I pretended to be upset and huffed, “Well, not if that’s the best you can do.” He growled as I laughed, slid one arm under me to raise my hips higher and pulled out about half way and thrust in a little harder, watching my face to make sure he didn’t hurt me.

  There was still a little discomfort, but it was far outweighed by pleasure, and he saw it, because that’s when his control left him. He started with a slow, steady rhythm, but within minutes he began moving harder and faster. In. Out. In. Out. Then he added a little grinding twist at the end of each stroke that made my eyes roll back in my head. At first, I was just hanging on for the ride, adjusting to his size, his movements, but after a few minutes, I was grinding against him as he pounded into me. I heard myself whimpering and moaning, until finally I was moaning his name as he cursed and groaned as he thrust inside one last time. After a few moments, he hugged me to him and rolled us onto our sides so he didn’t squash me into the mattress.

  We lay there, breathing hard, sweaty, and very relaxed. He was still inside me, not as big as before, but I could still feel him. Neither one of us said anything, we just held and cuddled against each other, occasionally kissing or giving an absent pat or rub to whatever part we could reach. After a few minutes, I raised my head to look up at Luke. “You awake?”

  He opened one eye and closed it as he yawned. “Kind of. You cold? Want to get under the covers?” He snuggled closer.

  I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t think so. I don’t know about you, but I’m not so much cold as kind of goopy and sticky. I think I need a shower before we end up being permanently stuck together.”

  His eyes popped open and he looked at me, suddenly wide awake. “That’s a great idea. I think we both need a shower.”

  I started laughing and punched him on the shoulder. “You’re such a guy. You know, sometimes, a shower is just a shower.”

  He sat up and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Just out of curiosity, is this one of those times?”

  Hey got me there. “Okay, probably not. In fact, if you think you have the energy, I could probably use a little help getting cleaned up.” I then winked at him. “But only if you’re interested, of course.”

  He didn’t bother answering. He just jackknifed up, stood up next to the bed, reached over and picked me up and carried me in the bathroom before I had time to protest that I could walk.

  He lowered me to my feet on the bathmat and grabbed a towel to wrap around me while the water heated. My legs were still kind of iffy, so I sat on the toilet while he turned and adjusted the shower, enjoying the novelty of having a large, naked man in my bathroom. Once the water was hot, he turned and extended his hand with a warm, inviting smile and a formal bow. “May I have the pleasure of your company in the shower, madam?”

  I giggled at his silliness, batted my eyes, thanked him, took his hand, stood up, and stepped into the shower with him. As soon as the door shut behind us, he pulled me up against him, grabbed my bottom with both hands and lifted me up so he could kiss me easily. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, enjoying the feel of the hot water as I rubbed our chests together. Finally, he lowered me to my feet.

  He grabbed the bar of soap, lathered up his hands and turned so that he was between me and the water. “Let’s get you cleaned up, missy.” He placed his soapy hands on my neck and then began a very thorough job of sudsing me up, the whole time kissing me intensely. He wrapped his arms around me so he could wash my back first, and then spent a ridiculous amount of time on my butt and between my legs.

  I gave him a stern look. “Um, excuse me, Mr. Mathis, but that feels a lot more like fondling than washing.”

  He ignored me and continued soaping me up. “Hey, when it’s your turn, you can do it however you want. This is my turn, and you just need to let me do my thing. This is a highly efficient showering system and you need to trust me as to how well this is going to work.”

  Once he was done with my back, he turned me around, then told me to lean back against him so he could do my front. I leaned back and felt that he already had another erection. I pressed against it and wiggled so I could feel it slide against me, hard and hot. He held me still. “Don’t go starting anything. It’s still my turn.”

  I grumbled. “You need to get busy, mister. This doesn’t seem very efficient to me.”

  He ignored my comments and rinsed my back before he grabbed the soap again. Once he had a huge amount of foamy lather, he started below my neck and slowly worked his way down to my brea
sts. As he rubbed them together and squeezed them with his soapy hands, fingering my nipples and pinching them lightly, he also began kissing my neck. One hand wandered down my stomach till he reached between my legs, and the other continued to squeeze and fondle my breasts. By this time, my legs felt like jelly and I could hardly stand up. I reached back and grabbed Luke’s hips and ground against him and begged him to get inside me right now.

  I have a built in seat in my shower, and a long, narrow, teak bench that puts me high enough so I can reach the shower head, so Luke moved the bench so it butted up to the seat. He moved me forward so I stepped up onto the bench, and then he pushed me forward so that I was bent over leaning on my hands. My arms also felt like noodles, so I lowered myself to my elbows, which raised my hips even higher. Fortunately, I’m pretty bendy, so the position was comfortable. He used the handheld shower to rinse off my butt and backside, then turned up the pressure and used it between my legs until I thought I was going to collapse.

  Finally, I felt Luke move in behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my bottom then squeezed it, hard, and rubbed his fingers between my legs to test if I was ready for him. I was still kind of swaying from my run-in with the showerhead, so he grabbed my hip with one hand to steady me, took himself in the other, lined himself up, and started to push inside me. It was much easier this time and he seated himself to the hilt in one slow thrust. He then grabbed my hips with both hands and started moving.

  Wow. That position was amazing. Not only was it incredibly deep, but the angle, especially with me on my forearms, made it so he hit me right on that hotly debated g-spot area every time he thrust into me. And by the way, as far as I’m concerned, the debate is over. That spot is awesome. Within a couple of minutes, I just about passed out, it was so intense. It was insane. His hands clenched on my hips as he drove into me and when he pounded into me one last time, I heard him groan like it was being ripped out of his chest. He collapsed against my back, probably trying to stay on his feet, then straightened up, pulling me with him, and he pivoted back on the bench with me on his lap and him still inside me. We sat like that, both trying to catch our breath. He wrapped both arms around me and buried his face in my hair, which was still pretty much dry, oddly enough. I rubbed his forearms where they crossed my belly and leaned my head back against his. “You okay?”

  I could feel him shake his head. “I’m not really sure.”

  I felt the same way. I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and I squeezed his arms until he opened his eyes. “Hey. I just want you to know, I never remembered sex being like that.”

  He smiled and squeezed me back. “I agree.”

  “Also, I’d like to lodge a complaint.” When I turned my head so I could see him, he looked at me with one raised eyebrow and I waved my hand to point out the soap that still covered the front of my body. “I’m all covered in soap, plus now you’ve got me all messy again. Since I’m not any cleaner than when I originally got in the shower, I think this means that your ‘highly efficient showering system’ has a serious flaw somewhere.”

  He laughed and kissed my temple. “Maybe so. We’ll try it again later and see if I can make some modifications to make it more efficient.” He patted me on my hip. “Think you can stand up?”

  I shook my head, no. “No way. Not without help.” So he grabbed my waist and lifted me off of him and stood me on my feet. We were both a soapy, sticky mess, and as he unsteadily started to stand up, I held up my hand in warning. “Stop right there. You sit back down and don’t you touch me, Luke Mathis. This time I actually want a shower and I can’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself.”

  We both laughed and he dropped back on the seat and promised he’d be good. We took turns under the water, which was still hot thanks to my fabulous tankless water heater, and started to rinse off soap and, well, everything else. We quickly cleaned up, dried off, and went back to the bedroom, where I opened the door to let the dogs in before we pulled back the covers and both fell into the bed. We curled up together, then the dogs hopped on the bed, still a little miffed at being locked out of the bedroom, and all of us went to sleep.

  The next morning, I was awakened by a cold, wet dog nose in my face, and a large, aroused man against my back. He, (the man, not the dog), mumbled good morning as his hands automatically went to my breasts and his erection rubbed against my backside. He mumbled, “Nice,” lifted my leg onto his hip so he could easily touch me between my legs and started gently stroking me. I was still only half awake as he tested me with one big finger to make sure I was ready, and slowly pushed himself inside me. He thrust slowly all the way in and pulled almost all the way out over and over, the whole time lazily fondling me and kissing my neck. I grabbed his hip behind me to pull him closer as I slowly writhed against him, both of us still half asleep, neither of us in a hurry, and neither of us wanting to finish too quickly. It was a slow buildup and a nice, calm, but oddly intense experience for both of us. I must have dozed off again afterwards because when I woke up again I was alone in the bed.

  I could hear Luke talking to the dogs in the kitchen so I jumped up and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took the world’s fastest shower, dried off, braided my wet hair into two stubby pigtails, and got dressed.

  By the time I got to the kitchen, the dogs were already eating and Luke was standing by the stove wearing nothing but his shorts.

  What a nice way to wake up. The smell of bacon and coffee and the visual treat of a half-naked Luke. Yummy. I came up behind him and grabbed him around the waist and hugged him. He smiled at me over his shoulder as I let him go and snagged a piece of bacon as I went to sit in my small dining area. I do love to watch a man doing anything domestic, especially a macho guy like Luke. There’s something about the contrast of a big muscled body making an omelet or, ooh better yet, doing dishes. That is just sexy.

  He looked over at me and grinned. He grabbed two plates, cut the omelet in half and put a piece on each plate, along with a couple pieces of bacon and walked them over to where I sat. He put one plate in front of me and sat down with the other. He’d already poured coffee and fixed mine perfectly, lots of milk and a couple of Splendas. I took a sip and smiled at him over the top of my mug.

  He looked at me expectantly. “Okay, let’s have it. Was that the best sex you’ve ever had, or what?”

  I started to laugh. He shoveled a huge bite of omelet in his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest as he chewed. He looked very large and very proud of himself, so I decided to mess with him a little. I looked at him with a mock serious look on my face and took one hand and rocked it from side to side. “Eh, it was okay. I mean, it wasn’t bad, but I’m sure we could do better with a little practice.” I pursed my lips and airily waved in the direction of his lap. “I mean, you know what they say about size not mattering...”

  He raised one eyebrow and looked at me. “Really? You want to go there? Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?” He reached over and grabbed my wrist and started to pull me toward him but I shrieked with laughter and held onto the table yelling that I wanted to eat my omelet. He laughed and called me a chicken, but let me go.

  I took another couple of bites and then put my fork down. I reached out and squeezed his hand and waited until he looked directly at me. “Last night was amazing, and honest to God, Luke, that was the best sex I ever had.”

  He grinned and leaned over to give me a quick kiss. “I agree. I’m really glad you decided to give us a chance, Daisy.”

  We smiled at each other and finished our breakfast. I cleared the table and he started loading the dishwasher. I was right, he was even hotter doing the dishes. When we finished in the kitchen, we took the dogs for a quick walk and then we poured some ice coffee and went to sit on my screen porch. I needed to do some grocery shopping and cooking, but neither of us was ready for the morning to end. We sat next to each other on the glider, chatting and sharing an occasional kiss.

 
; Finally, I looked at the clock and groaned. “Damn it. I have to get going if I want to have enough time to get everything done.”

  Luke looked up from the magazine he was flipping through. “We still cooking out with everyone at Sara and Mark’s house?”

  “Yes, and I wanted to get there early enough to help Sara get the food together.” I grabbed our empty cups and started into the kitchen.

  Luke and the dogs followed me inside. I put the cups in the sink, opened the dishwasher, and loaded the cups inside. “So what are you doing while I go to the grocery store and get the food together?”

  He leaned against the counter next to the sink. “I’m going to run by Mo’s sister’s house and finish installing that window seat. All I’ve got left to do is a little trim and touch up paint, but she’s having some meeting at her house on Wednesday so I told her I’d have most of it done this weekend and I’ll finish up on Monday.” He smiled at her. “I’ll be back by three so we can get to Sara’s and get started on dinner.”

  I smiled at him and he grabbed my hand as we both started walking toward the front door. When we got there, he pulled me against him, intending to give me a quick kiss goodbye. Instead, I found myself pressed between him and the door, both his hands on my butt, and his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back for a few seconds and then, coming to my senses, I pulled my head back and covered his mouth with my hand. “Stop!” His tongue came out and poked suggestively between my fingers. I snatched my hand back as he laughed at me. “If you don’t stop, we’re never going to get anything done today!”

  I felt one of his hands start to trace down my butt and between my legs and he looked at me innocently. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

  I felt myself wavering, because no, I think it would a great thing, but I pushed against his shoulders and he let me drop to my feet. I was already missing the feeling of him plastered up against me, but we really did need to get going. “How about this? I’ll make you a deal. If you let me go now so I can go to the grocery store and get the food taken care of, we’ll come back here after dinner and I’m yours till Monday. After all, I still haven’t had my turn to play with you, and I promise that I’ll make it worth your while.”