I’m unprepared for him to wrap his arm around my waist and lift me off the floor. His other arm comes around me, underneath my ass, guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. He moves with such ease, it surprises me. I scramble to grasp his shoulders. I’m tall and solid. I don’t know any other man who could maneuver me like this without it being awkward. Instead, it feels graceful the way he moves me the way he wants.
“I won’t drop you.”
“I know.”
He carries me to the bed and sets me down. He steps back and sheds the rest of his clothes. I pull down the covers then scoot away, making room for him. When he climbs in beside me, I recline. He follows, wrapping his arms around me as he presses his body against mine.
“You had me seeing stars, little one. That was—that was?—”
He shakes his head and smiles. I left him speechless!
I cup his cheeks and press a tender kiss to his lips. Nothing exists beyond him as the kiss deepens. I love the feel of his tongue invading my mouth. The way his everything forces me to only focus on him. I open my legs, and he shifts to lie between them.
“I have an IUD, Jorge. Even though I’m on birth control, we used condoms most of the time too. He and I were both paranoid about me getting pregnant before we were ready. As far as I know, I’m clean. I haven’t tested since before he and I got together. But we both did back then. I have no reason to question whether his results changed. If he ever slept with someone else, I’m certain he wore a condom. He knows too much about STIs not to.”
I don’t want to mention another man’s name while I’m in bed with Jorge. But he deserves to know.
“I’ve never had sex without one. I don’t date. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I was seventeen. I had a couple of regularpartners, but they’re not romantic. I always wore condoms with both women.”
A spark of irrational jealousy spikes through me.
Two?
Sure, I had a live-in boyfriend who I had sex with multiple times a week. But hearing he fucks two women…
At the same time?
“Had, Liesel, not have. Wore not wear.”
“Huh?”
“Past tense. They may not know it’s over, but it is.”
“Are they your subs?”
“When we roleplayed, yes. I didn’t have vanilla with either of them. But I don’t have contracts with either of them, and they weren’t daily relationships. We’d meet for sex. Nothing more.”
“Are you friends with them?”
“Friendly. But we don’t text or call to shoot the shit. We don’t hang out, and they aren’t who I’d turn to if I needed something. I will end things with both of them in the morning. I would have done it sooner, but honestly, I haven’t thought about either woman until now.”
What more can I do than nod?
“Thank you.”
I guess I can at least say that much. I’ve never had a conversation like that. I suppose they’re fuck buddies, in a way, but getting glimpses of what a D/s relationship must be makes it feel more substantial than just fuck buddies. But what do I know?
“I don’t do random hook ups, Liesel, so I don’t have any condoms. I can get some delivered if you want.”
“And I didn’t have sex in random places, so I don’t carry one either.”
“I test regularly because I’m a member of a BDSM club. That’s where I went with them. I had to provide regular proofthat I’m healthy. I tested just before I left New York, and I haven’t been with anyone since then. Do you want me to order some?”
“It would be the responsible thing to do.”
Neither of us sounds thrilled at the prospect of waiting. I reach between us and stroke his semi-erect cock. The tip’s been pressing against my pussy, making me want to squirm. I love the feeling of his lips feathering over my collarbone then up to the crook of my neck. He kisses the side of my neck until he gets to my earlobe. He flicks it with his tongue then tugs with his teeth. My hand moves faster, my hold tighter, as he lengthens against my palm.
“I want to feel your cunt wrapped around me. I want to slide into your smooth, warm, wet pussy and never leave. I want to make you beg then make you come. I want to fill you with my cum and watch it drip from you.”
