“Ah! That makes more sense.”
We both laughed, and then, he said, “Sure, get the lube.”
I scrambled for my purse and ran back, my pulse racing.
I said, “Trying something new sure makes me nervous. My heart's beating like a little rabbit's.”
“In a good way?”
“Yes.” I climbed up on him and kissed him. This time, my hands traveled down his chest and I noticed how different it felt, all waxed. He didn't have a very hairy chest to begin with, but it felt even smoother. I could certainly appreciate why guys like women to be smooth, as it does make the skin-to-skin contact seem closer.
I slowly worked my way down his body, kissing him inch by inch. My nails were trimmed very short, as I prefer them that way, but I checked with Luthor and he said my finger seemed fine to him, and he'd let me know if he felt anything that wasn't good.
With him on his back, I pushed his knees up and got between his legs. I sucked on his gorgeous c**k and played with his balls. My heart was pounding as I put the lube on my finger and applied it where I thought his bum was. I had to feel around in the dark, just to find it, but he made some happy noises, so I figured my blind groping at least felt good.
Once he relaxed, my finger slipped right in. His muscles gripped my finger and then relaxed. I added more lube and asked if he wanted more fingers.
His voice was high and pinched as he said, “That's fine.”
I got more comfortable, leaned over, and started working his shaft with my other hand, his head in my mouth. After a moment, the movements felt absolutely natural and fun. I bobbed up and down on his really yummy manhood, and gently pulsed my other finger, hoping I was doing it right, and getting near the prostate, or the “male g-spot.” I knew how good it felt to have my g-spot stroked, and I hoped it was working for him.
Suddenly and without warning, he was coming, all tension and muscles underneath me, hot fluid blasting from him. He made a vocal sound that made his previous growl the day before seem like a mere vocal warmup.
When he was done, he went completely limp in the body, though his c**k remained rigid. I gently withdrew my finger.
Don't worry, I ran to the washroom and washed my hand off before we did anything else.
Back in bed, he squeezed me tight and said, “That was the weirdest f**king thing ever.”
“And you liked it?”
“Did it sound like I liked it? I'm going to do the same thing to you.”
I squealed and pulled away.
He grabbed me and hauled me back into him. “Only I might put more than a finger in.”
“I like the sound of that. You know, I used to think some things were definitely off my sensual tourism list, but I think I'd probably do anything you wanted to do. No limitations. You showed me so much trust by letting me do that thing to you, and I want to return the favor.”
“I've got some ideas. Give me a few minutes to recover, though.”
“Sure.” I cuddled in next to him and put my head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he started stroking the side of my body, and his erection quickly formed a tent under the sheets.
We kissed as I stroked him with my hand, then he got me up on my hands and knees. I was expecting his c**k to nudge into my slick, ripe peach, so I practically melted into a puddle when I felt his tongue on my hot pu**y. His nose tickled against my crevice as he licked my clit, swirling and twirling his tongue around in the most divine motion. He rocked me gently back and forth as his tongue and my cl*t did the waltz, the tango, the anything-goes. He devoured me, and I wanted him to never stop.
His hands moved lightly up and down my legs, caressing my curves and my ass. A finger probed my pu**y entrance, and then, slick with my juices, probed the other.
He pushed a finger into the tight opening, and I gasped and moaned and writhed on the bed, begging him for more.
Though I was on the precipice of coming, he pulled his mouth away from my mound, leaving me whimpering.
With one finger still massaging my tight hole, sending shivers and tingles all through my body, he turned his hand and repositioned his body. He was going to f**k me, there, and I wanted it. First, I felt the big head of his c**k at my pink folds. He pushed in, filling me, and no sooner had I driven my h*ps back against him than he pulled back out again, all the way. What was he playing at? He dragged his finger out, and I knew what was coming next.
My heart pounded and my throat was on fire. I swallowed hard and willed my muscles to relax as he rubbed lubrication on my ass. With one hand on my hip to ground us, he pushed the head of his c**k against that knot of skin.
Like a key in a lock, it slid in. The shivers ran through me, making me delirious with desire. I gave him some instructions, but they made no sense with all my panting and moaning.
He went slowly, easing in and out, adding a little more lube as we went.
Soon we were moving like well-lubricated machinery, and he was pounding the pleasure into me, one stroke at a time, my gorgeous man, my f**k machine.
When I came, I came undone. I felt a pulling sensation, from the top of my head all the way to my toes, as though I was shedding the skin of an old life, an old Lexie, and becoming someone new.
Over the last year, our erotic activity has definitely had some high points. We did it standing up, in a glass elevator. And in beautiful hotels in other cities, including Paris and Rome, and once, Moscow. I've always enjoyed traveling, so I've been happy to tag along with him on business trips around the world. We spent a weekend in Idaho, which could have been dull, but Luthor has a way of finding something fun and exciting to do wherever he is.
Our relationship has not been without a few downsides. For example, he gets stressed about business decisions that will cost people their jobs. He hates closing down businesses, but sometimes he has to. There are pains that come with managing a fortune, and I wish I could help him more, but the best I can do is stand by his side, listen, and try to make him smile when I can.
Another downside is I've lost some friends. A few people decided I'd gotten “too fancy” for them, and stopped inviting me around. Not Suzanne and Simon, thank goodness. They're truly the kind of folks who love you and stick by you, for richer or poorer. The funny thing is, you wouldn't think the “for richer” part would be a problem, and yet, it is. Life, man.
Another funny thing is, I'm making more money than ever with my business, now that I don't even need it. Luthor has helped me with some decisions, but Suzanne and I have done most of it on our own. I can see why he enjoys running his empire, now that I have a very modest empire of my own. I find it enjoyable to employ other people and improve their lives and give them confidence. The new girl, Martine, has become head of operations. She's a little boy-crazy but she's actually got a good head on her shoulders, which reminds me of someone …