0 comments/ 2685 views/ 5 favorites A Night In Ch. 02 By: JL1018 I pull on oven mitts and remove the bubbling dish from the oven. The heavenly aromas of cinnamon, apple, brown sugar, and toasted walnuts waft up to my nose. My love wolf whistles from his spot leaning against the wall. "Panties are so overrated, especially when you're wearing a short skirt like that." I laugh. "I'm not sure where they wound up, but I'm not planning on going anywhere tonight. Are you?" He grins. "The living room, the bathroom, your bedroom. We'll be spending a lot of time in there." "Tired already?" I ask playfully as I shift to the fridge for the vanilla ice cream I've stashed away. "Nope. I'm used to being up all night, baby." I turn and quirk an eyebrow at him. "You're used to being awake all night. You being up all night would be awkward and probably very uncomfortable." He smiles, shakes his head, and walks over to kiss me. "Okay, Captain Semantics." And just like that, he's distracted by food. "Smells good." He grabs two bowls from the cabinet and rattles around a drawer looking for an appropriate spoon. He helps himself to a monstrous bowl of baked apples and crumbly goodness topped with a mound of vanilla ice cream that quickly begins to melt and mingle with the dessert. I serve myself a slightly more modest portion, and we make a very short parade back to the living room. He takes a huge bite, and I can't help cracking up. He looks like a confused hamster, cheeks all puffed out, caught between the very hot apples and the very cold ice cream. He swallows his bite somehow and asks, "What?" I smile and eat a smaller bite of dessert, licking slowly at the melting ice cream, savoring the different flavors and textures. "You're doing it wrong, love. Dessert is about pleasure. You're not really hungry anymore, and there aren't a whole lot of nutrients in here. This is the sensual portion of the meal." "Sensual..." His eyes are glued to my lips. "Would you like me to show you what I mean?" "Yes, I think I would." "I'll be right back." I run upstairs to my bedroom and open my drawer of naughty things. It only takes a moment to find what I'm looking for: a blindfold and a tin of miniature cinnamon breath mints. Downstairs again, I detour into the kitchen and fix myself a rum and Coke with more ice than I generally prefer. I make him a drink too. I hand him the glass, and he takes a long pull from it, still clearly wondering what the hell I'm doing. I'm not 100% sure either, but he doesn't need to know that. I sit beside him and place the blindfold lightly on his knee. "Put it on." He picks it up and turns it over in his hands. "Why?" "Because covering your eyes heightens your other senses. Taste, smell, hearing, touch..." As an accent, I run my fingertips just barely across the sensitive skin of his inner forearm. "If you're ever uncomfortable or you want to stop, just say so, and I'll stop." "I don't think you'd hurt me or anything." "Good, because I wouldn't, well, unless you wanted me to, but you're not really into pain, which is good, because I wouldn't really be into hurting you." He thinks about it for another second, and then he dons the blindfold. I adjust it over his eyes so he can't peek. "Just relax," I tell him, though there's clearly at least one part of him that's not relaxed at all and is really looking forward to whatever I have in mind. I stand up and turn off the big floor lamp and the kitchen light, then the tv. I slide the coffee table away from the couch to give me more room to work with. I pick up his dessert bowl, still warm on the bottom. I pick up the spoon. "Part of the pleasure is in the anticipation. Knowing what's coming, waiting for it, thinking about how good it's going to be." I trace the cold edge of the spoon gently along his lip. He opens obediently, taking the mouthful of confection, chewing slowly, enjoying. "What do you taste?" "The apple, and something else a little tart...lemon, maybe? Spices...I know cinnamon, but I don't know what the others are. The ice cream." I take another bite onto the spoon and feed it to him. "What's different now?" "This bite has nuts. It's toasty and crunchy compared to everything else." "Good boy." I lean in close and nibble lightly on his earlobe. He groans. I work my way carefully down his neck, planting kisses, flicking his skin with my tongue. He grabs my hand, pulling it over, placing it on top of his hard cock. I squeeze obligingly, sliding my hand up and down the bulge. I don't just focus where he wants me to, though. I keep moving my hand, running along his athletic thighs. I lay my head on his shoulder, pitching my voice just low enough for him to hear. "Anticipation," I pause for three heartbeats, "and pleasure." On "pleasure," I move my hand up to rub his dick... He squirms. "Should we take this off?" I pluck at his shirt. He nods. I get the shirt most of the way off. He finishes the job and flings it somewhere in the dark. Maybe it'll find my undies; who knows? His chest is gorgeous. He's gorgeous. He still takes my breath away, and we've been together for years. I set to work exploring every inch of him with my hands and lips and tongue. I reach for the table and take my drink, sucking an ice cube into my mouth along with my fizzy beverage. The liquid, I swallow. The ice cube I keep. Using my lips and teeth to hold it, I rub it across his nipple. Then I tuck it into my cheek and lick the hardened bud. "Oh, fuck, oh baby." "Like that?" He nods emphatically under the blindfold. "How do you think that might feel, elsewhere?" He tangles a hand into my hair. "Please," he murmurs. "Please what?" "Suck me." I undo the button on his jeans and then carefully slide the zipper down. He lifts his hips to shimmy out of the pants and takes the opportunity to send his boxer briefs with them. I move away to help him get everything off completely. While I'm taking things off, I pull the dress off over my head. The ice has melted by this point, so I pop one of the strong cinnamon mints into my mouth. I return to the couch. "Kiss me," I urge softly, tracing his jaw with my fingertip. He leans forward, and this time, his tongue finds mine. I melt into the kiss, the small point of cinnamon sweetness filling both our mouths, making him hotter. My hand is on his inner thigh, so I can feel his hard cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. It rubs a small place on my forearm, and part of me wants to straddle him, ride him hard until I cum, but I'm loving the power I feel right now. I'm not ready to give that up. When we come up for air, I suck another ice cube from my glass and palm three or four cinnamon mints. I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, letting the ice melt against his hot skin, following it with my eager tongue. His whole body arches into a bow. "FuckingGodJesusBuddhaAnubisSantaClausandeverybodyelse..." If he can get that much out, I need to work harder. He reaches down to hold my hair out of the way, stroking it, trying to breathe deeply so he can last against the onslaught of contrasts—cold ice, hot skin, warm mouth... As the last molecule of ice melts, I take my mouth from him for just a second to pop the mints in. I use my newly free hand to wrap around and stroke the base of his shaft. I bring my other hand in close to rub, fondle, and weigh his balls. He lets go of my hair and grabs the arm of my couch in a death grip. His other hand twists in the cushions. He's muttering something over and over in a language I don't understand, but I take that as a positive sign. I sink down again, sticking my tongue into the little hole at his tip and "FUCK!" He cums explosively. It pours down my throat, and I swallow before I think about it. I wish for possibly the hundredth time he'd eat more pineapple. I sit up and wash things down with the last of my rum and Coke. I set the glass down to find him eying it. And me. "What were you saying back there?" He laughs. "I forgot how to speak English for a minute, there. I was saying 'I love blindfolds. They're my new favorite thing' in Yoruba." I join in the laughter. When we've both settled down, he drains his own glass and toasts me with the remaining ice cubes. "Your turn," he announces with a wicked grin. Ice rattles in the glass, and then he lays me back against the arm of the couch. His hands caress my breasts as his icy lips nibble my neck and ears. The sound of his breath is enough to renew the ache of desire between my legs. I moan softly, skin tingling from the ice. His head dips lower to my breast, sucking hard on one nipple, using one hand to squeeze the other, and his right hand slides between my legs. "You're so wet," he murmurs. "You make me wet." He traces around my swollen clit with a finger. I whimper. "I know you like that," he says. "I love watching you, watching your face when I do this..." He gently pulls back the hood of my clit and massages the super-sensitive nub. I writhe against his hand, but he doesn't increase the pressure. Just that wonderful, maddening gentle stroke. He sits between my legs, staring at my face, my breasts with their hard nipples, my wet pussy. He guides my left leg up to rest against his shoulder. He turns his head to kiss my calf and lick the under side of my knees. That's new, and kind of great. His right hand continues the slow, sensual assault on my clit, making me squirm and whimper but not letting me cum. "Anticipation and pleasure, right, baby?" he asks with a smile. I nod, and he slides two fingers inside me. I cry out as he draws them in and out, so slowly, but it feels amazing. I should be self-conscious, but I'm not. He watches intently as he strokes faster, then slower, fondles and rubs my clit. I think for a moment the pleasure building inside me will drive me mad, though I'm not sure if it'll be the orgasm or the lack of one that brings me to insanity first. "Please," I whisper. "Please what?" "Please let me cum." "Your body belongs to me tonight, baby. I'm going to fuck you at least twice more tonight and again in the morning. If I make you cum, that's what you're signing on for." "Yes! Yes, please!" He moves his hands faster. "I'm going to fuck you like the bad girl you are...help you get all that frustration out with my big, black cock." "Yes, yes, oh god, yes, I need that. I need you to make me work tonight." "Then cum for me, bad girl." I do. I cum even harder than I did the first time. My cries of pleasure stick in my throat, and I'm silent, clinging to his shoulders, shaking in his arms as I cum and cum and cum some more. When the last shivers run through my body, he leans in and kisses me. "I need a shower. Care to join me?" I grin. "Sure, I'd love to." We race each other upstairs, both stark naked and laughing like fools. A Night In Ch. 03 He slips his arms around my waist in front of the bathroom sink. I lean against him and close my eyes for a moment. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He runs his fingers down my spine, making me shiver. I turn my head to meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. While I've been pondering deep and weighty things, he's been watching himself touch me. "I like mirrors," he announces. "This looks good." My ears perk up. This is the first time he's come up with anything beyond basic "Tab A into Slot B," and I make a mental note of the comment. We break apart, and he turns on the shower. He lets it run for a moment to come up to temperature then steps inside. I follow. The water cascades over his skin in little rivulets, and his eyes close as he backs fully under the spray. He takes my hand and steps backwards, offering me a chance under the water. It soaks through my hair and down my back. I tilt my head to feel the spray on my face. He squeezes a small dollop of shampoo into his palms and massages it into my hair. "Mmmm...that feels amazing, love." His hands are gentle, working in little circles around my scalp and out to the tips. After my hair is clean, we adjust positions so I can rinse. He turns me around and repeats the same treatment with my conditioner. The scent of coconut fills the bathroom as he bathes me. I purr softly at the gentleness of his touch, and the unusual sound draws a chuckle from him. "What's that?" he asks. "Just imitating Persephone." My feline companion has been notably absent so far this evening, but being a pampered little diva is tiring work. I feel rather than see his smile as he sets to work rubbing me down with soap. His hands skim over my skin, and wherever he isn't, the water is. When he starts kissing my newly pristine shoulder and neck, my pussy starts to ache. I feel my juices start to run down my pussy lips. He rinses me clean, and I grab his bottle of shower gel. I work the soap into a lather and start working my way down his back. I massage his neck, shoulders, and back as I work the soap over his body. He goes still, only swaying slightly as I run my hands over him. I spend some time fondling his ass and then kneel to reach the backs of his thighs and lower legs. When he turns around for me to work my way back up, I'm not surprised to see he's hard again. I pretend to ignore the sight of him, hard, throbbing, and so very close. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. Kissing under the shower's spray is my new favorite thing, especially when my lover takes his time about it. His tongue slips into my mouth, dueling with mine. We advance and retreat, trying always to entice the other into that next escalation. He groans when I lift a leg and wrap it around his hip. "Now," he growls. "Right now." Lust and authority ring through the words, and it's enough to make me crave being fucked even more. He presses me up against the back wall of the shower. I grab the towel bar for support and reach for the foil packet I'd hidden between the clean towels before he arrived. I hand it back to him. "Slowly, love. Broken limbs would ruin our evening." He's silent, but his left hand joins mine on the towel bar. His right rests against my hip. I feel the tip of his dick pressing between the lips of my pussy, sliding back and forth, using my juices to make his entrance easier. He slides into me slowly, an inch at a time. "Please, baby," I murmur. "Please give it to me." He slides in another inch. I know he's toying with me. "Please," I say. "Please what?" "Please fuck my pussy. I need to be fucked. I need you. I need that dick, every inch of it." He kisses the back of my neck, nipping my skin lightly as he slides all the way into me. "Better?" he asks. "Yes!" "Good." He starts to move, slow but deep. He presses me forward, bending me over more, making my ass stick out as he glides in and out of me. I squeeze him from the inside, rocking with him as he fucks me, sliding back and forth to take him even deeper. My back arches to take him more comfortably; he's big enough that doggie can be painful if he gets carried away or if I'm not really ready. Tonight, though, I'm more than ready. It's like I can't get enough of him. The more he fucks me, the more I want to be fucked. We work up to a faster rhythm, my moans of pleasure spurring him on. His balls start to slap against my clit as we go. It makes me work against him faster. The slick tile matters less. The awkward position matters less. All that matters is each time he buries himself inside me. He leans over, wrapping his free arm around me and tweaking my clit. "Yeeeess," I whimper. His teeth graze the skin of my shoulder. His finger continues doing delightful things to that so sensitive nub. I'm going to cum again if he just keeps going. "Just like that...Oh please just like that. It feels so good." He obliges. The orgasm builds and builds inside me until I can't hold it back anymore. I cum, loudly, screaming my pleasure against the wet tile. He rides out my orgasm, each thrust making me shudder all over again. Finally, finally I come down, breathing hard and slightly dazed. He pushes me harder against the shower's wall. "Hang on," he says. He grabs my hips with both hands and shoves himself in even deeper than before. I suck in a breath as he does it again. He bends at the knees to match me, and thrusts in again. Thank goodness I've already cum or this would hurt like hell. He's going hard and deep into me, trusting me to keep us upright, trusting his grip on my body to keep him anchored. "Take it," he growls. "Take it all. Take this dick. Take every little bit of it." The words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. He's so close now...I can feel the tension in his body, the frantic pace as he tries so hard to reach his peak. I clench my inner muscles around him as he tries to pull out of me, every time he draws back. He digs his hands into my hips, slamming into me as hard as he can until finally he cums..."FUCKING SHIT!" he cries as his orgasm rocks him. He sways on his feet and nearly slips. It's only the death grip on my hips that keeps him upright. When I feel him starting to soften and shrink, I slowly straighten up. So does he. His dick slips out with seeming reluctance. Cleanup is easier this time as it's a matter of re-washing certain areas and then drying off. Once we're dry, he looks at me and yawns. "Bed?" "After that? Yeah, I could do with a nap." We walk together into the bedroom, stretching out on the soft mattress and cool sheets. He pulls me close and threads his legs through mine. He throws one arm around my waist, and I mirror the gesture. "How's everything?" he asks. "Much better than it was earlier tonight. How's everything with you?" "Perfect." A Night In Ch. 04 For once, I fall asleep easily. Usually, I don't. I'm too aware of his heat and presence and tendency to snore like a congested grizzly bear. When he's really tired, he also assumes a full flying squirrel position in his sleep. My bladder demands attention much too early in the morning. I get up to answer the call of nature, and when I return, he's awake. He pats the mattress next to him. I slide back into bed and kiss him softly. "I didn't mean to wake you." I feel more than see his smile in the dark. "I felt you get up. I didn't want you to leave." "You didn't?" I'm smiling now, too, leaning forward again to kiss his earlobe. I catch it gently in my front teeth and flick my tongue against it. "No. I want you here, with me." He runs his hand along my thigh, up over my hip, across my ribs. He cups my breast in his palm, rubbing, weighing, feeling the nipple harden. His other hand sinks into my glossy brown hair and tugs to tilt my head to him. He kisses me deeply, tongue caressing mine. I moan against his mouth, and he rolls me onto my back. His weight presses me down into the mattress, my breasts smashed up against his chest. My legs open out of habit, trying to entice his hard cock into my eager, wet pussy. He holds my face in his hands and positions his thighs behind mine, keeping me open and spread. I rock my hips under him, my libido warring with my common sense. He ducks his head lower, drawing one nipple and then the other into his mouth, flicking the hard bud with his tongue, tracing the different textures of my skin. I start to reach down to run my hands through his black, curly hair, but he grabs my hands at the wrists and puts them over my head. "Oh my god, yes," I murmur. "Please, please..." Waves of fresh, hot juices gush over the lips of my pussy. I've wanted him to restrain me forever, and finally, this is the night for it. He reaches for the drawer, for a condom, but can't quite get there one-handed. He looks down at me, smiles at the sight of my naked body spread and wet and ready for him to ravish me. "Stay," he commands as he lunges for the box of protection. I hold my position obligingly enough, but I grin. "Am I a labrador, now, love?" He slides the condom on. "No, but you're mine. My little fuck toy for tonight, so I'll pose you any way I want." I open my legs wider, my whole body singing with the need to have him inside me. Every nerve is on fire, my pussy clenching fretfully around empty air. I'm surprised he remembers anything from earlier, let along the declaration that I'd do almost anything he wanted. And that he's using the opportunity to branch out into other wonderfully erotic, delightful realms I've desperately wanted to visit with him just makes it even better. He looms over me, once again pinning my wrists with his left hand. With his right, he spreads my legs as far apart as they'll go, staring eagerly at my dripping pussy. He presses his dick right up against my entrance. "You're mine, baby," he growls. "Say it." "I'm yours." He thrusts forward, hard, sheathing himself inside me. I cry out, and he pulls almost all the way out of me, only to bury himself inside me again. "Mine." "Yes, oh yes...I'm yours, baby. This is your pussy, my love. Yours to use, yours to fuck whenever you want." He groans in answer and sets a fast, hard pace. He's chanting under his breath, almost a litany... "Mine. Mine. Fucking mine. You fuck only me. Only me, goddammit. This dick. It's this dick that fucks you and makes you cum." "Yes, only you. Only you, I swear it. No one else would fuck me the way you do." He's past words now, grunting, working hard, and then he starts flicking my clit with his free hand. The shocks of pleasure start running up and down my body. Everything centers on his cock sliding in and out of my pussy and the bolts of sensation sparking off my clit. I squeeze around him every time he tries to pull out of me, which makes him thrust in that much deeper. Our pace is frantic, crazed, like it's been months instead of only a few hours. "I don't know if I can bear it like this.. It's so good, it feels so fucking good...I don't know if I can cum this hard..." "You will. I want you to cum all over my cock...get it nice and slippery for me..." He traces circles around my clit, and I almost sob with pleasure. Everything is exposed, alive with sensation. My skin hums, my breath pants in and out of my lungs along with incoherent, animals noises of pure lust. Our bodies slap together, working towards that climax just out of reach. I feel it building, building, sensation rising higher and higher. I close my eyes, dwelling on his hands pinning me down, his dick inside me, my clit throbbing in time with his thrusts... "I...I...I..." and then there are no words. I cum, and I forget everything. I can't speak. I can only scream, raw, ragged as my body shakes and convulses. He fucks me even harder as I cum, prolonging the orgasm, riding each shudder, milking every last morsel of pleasure-feeling capability from my body. He pulls out, then, pulling the condom off and tossing it who knows where. He strokes himself, still kneeling between my spread legs. I run my now-free hands down my body, playing with my breasts. I circle each of my nipples, keeping my eyes on his. "Cum for me, love. I want to watch you shoot..." His turn to cum on demand. He arches his back as his orgasm hits, thick strands of hot, white cum covering my tummy and breasts. He pumps his fist a few more times, making sure every last drop falls onto my porcelain skin. Slowly, he softens, and as he does, he sits back on his heels and stares at me. I know I must look a mess, crazy hair, flushed cheeks, covered in his cum, but he smiles. "You're beautiful," he tells me. I smile and start to sit up, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. He grabs a handful of tissues and carefully wipes off my skin. He leaves for a moment to throw the tissue in the trash, and I hear him use the bathroom. A minute later, he walks back into the bedroom and curls up beside me. "I'd shower," he mumbles, "but I don't think I can stay upright that long." I chuckle quietly in the dark. "You're one up on me. I don't think I can stand yet." "Then don't. Stay here and sleep." He wraps his arms around me and is snoring in seconds. I close my eyes and follow his lead.