“Ah, Holly wanted a boy. Ethan wanted a girl. Huh, weird, guys wanting girls. I thought all men wanted boys. Why do you want a girl?”
“Girls, plural, sugar. On account of I like the original so damn much I want a couple of copies running around. Men who want boys either feel like they failed and want to relive the life they should have had through their kid, that’s the way my dad was. Or their relationship with their father was lollipops and unicorns and they want to be able to have the same thing with their kid. Women want boys for the same reason of wanting a copy of their man, and they’re afraid to have girls for the fear of making the same mistakes their mother made.”
My eyes narrow. “You think you’re so smart.”
“Carl Jung, there’s a whole section of him on the third shelf.”
I roll my eyes, making a mental note to check out the third shelf when he isn’t home. “Are you okay with us going to dinner on Friday?”
He shrugs. “Sure, I’m looking forward to meeting Holly. It’s been a few weeks, so Ethan is probably more reconciled to our relationship. Aside from the pictures of my hand on your ass, we rarely make the front page of the gossip section anymore.”
Done with dinner, I clean up after us. I told Chris I needed to do something, so he gave in to me cleaning up after us after we ate, although there’s a service that comes in twice a week to clean the house and do laundry.
Crossing the kitchen, his hands go down to my ass then slip inside the loose silky pants I’m wearing. I moan at the way his large hands cover, mold, and caress my ass. “Speaking of, I love this ass, this ass makes my cock ache just thinking of it. Hmm...I think it’s time for more training of this beautiful ass for my cock. Are you ready?”
I moan into his mouth, “Yes, please.”
“I think we’ll start in the bath to loosen up all your tension, and your inhibitions. Go get started, I’ll be right there.”
It’s hard not to run upstairs. I turn on the bath, put my hair up into a bun to keep it wet and am naked in minutes. Blue eyes glow with approval when he walks into the bathroom. He’s already naked. As I do almost every time I see him naked I shiver at how large he is, how beautiful his body is, then I get very wet knowing he’s mine. “Can I suck your cock? Please?”
Blue eyes glow down at me, and he nods. Reaching for him, I sit on the wide ledge of the bathtub. As Chris has taught me, I suck strongly on the tip of him. Three inches is all I can manage, as I stroke him up and down with both hands. When I stroke down I cup his sac then gently squeeze a few times before going back to stroking him. On the third handling of him, he groans. Now I suck one side of him, licking as I suck. His hands go into my hair, and I let him go, taking the tip of him back into my mouth. Only seconds later he floods my mouth as he moans my name. I shiver to hear it, to know I can make him happy, and weak with what I do to him.
He grabs the jasmine oil, putting a few drops into the swirling water. He picks me up and we settle into the bathtub. His hands roam over my body, before cupping my breasts as he toys with my nipples. “Are you excited or scared about Friday being your last day at work?”
“Hmm...it changes on an almost hourly basis. Ask me again on Thursday.”
“I’m surprised it happened as fast as it did.”
“Me too, but I shouldn’t be. Karen runs a tight ship, she has backup plans that have backup plans. I’m relieved we only lost four clients in total. I was worried it would be more.”
“Any ideas on life after?”
I shrug. “Nope, I assured the legal clinic I’d be happy to continue volunteering on an every other week basis for two days a week. While I enjoy helping the women there, I don’t want to make it my life, it’s hard to deal with the custody issues. I prefer helping the women who have small businesses and need help. It helps me know what I don’t want to do.”
“Well then, it will give you time to start making plans on the kitchen remodel. We wouldn’t want you twiddling your thumbs.”
“Seriously? You trust me to handle the kitchen remodel?” The idea of the permanency it means has me smiling ear to ear.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t. We’ll need to have all the plans, and everything picked out before you start so we don’t go months without a kitchen but with it as the only thing for you to focus on, it shouldn’t be long.”
The way he uses the word months has me pulling his mouth down to mine. Unable to say the words, I show him the only way I can. All too soon he takes over the kiss then turns me in his arms so that I’m lying on his chest on my side. He’s always careful of my knee, never allowing me to kneel. He likes bending me over the bed or pulling me on him from behind. The oil in the water makes our bodies slick without being overwhelming.
As he has often over the past few weeks, he works two fingers steadily into my ass, then a third. Sucking on the soft part of my ear, he whispers for me to play with my clit. He loves watching me masturbate, I went red when I saw he packed the vibrators along with almost the entire contents of my closet to bring here. Twice he’s demanded I use the vibrators while he watched. When I was done he practically attacked me. It was amazing.
Once I climax, he kisses me then stands with me in his arms. I grab a towel as he takes me into the bedroom. Slowly, I slide down his slick body. Taking the towel, he dries me then hands it to me. I dry him, enjoying every second.
The bed is one of those huge things that comes up to my chest. He turns me around to face it, and picking me up, he settles my torso on the bed. I love this position—he’s fucked me in it several times and every time I swear I saw stars it was so amazing. I spot the vibrator as he reaches for it. I’m confused as I hear him open the lubricant. The vibrator surprised me the moment I saw it when I opened the box. It’s not very large, only eight inches long total, but the part that goes inside your body is only four and a half inches long and maybe two inches thick.
“Hands flat, down on the bed, sugar.” I love it when he gets commanding. My hands are barely down when I feel it; oh, he’s pressing the vibrator inside my ass. A hand goes up my spine then wraps around the back of my neck. “Easy, my three fingers are thicker than this, you can take it.”
It slides in easier than I thought it would, between the bath preparation and the lubricant. Except, it’s longer, ow
, oh my god. I moan. “Chris.”
“Yes, it is hitting your G-spot. Feels good, doesn’t it, sugar? This is why you love this position so much when I fuck you, it’s easier to hit the G-spot more firmly. The separation between your ass and your pussy is thin, which is why when my cock is deep inside your ass you’ll come long and hard.”
He’s playing with me, working the vibrator in and out slowly then faster until I’m close, then slower again. It feels like hours, it can’t be, he wouldn’t be this cruel. “I don’t want the toy. I want you please, please, fuck me. Please.” I know I’m incoherent, but I don’t care. I just need him, not silicone. I need Chris.