As Audrey lays back on the bed, I cover her with my body. She bites her lip, then says, “I haven’t had sex in a while. Go a little slow, okay?”
“Of course,” I say hoarsely. Notched at her opening, I take her lips in a deep kiss as I inch slowly inside her. God, she feels incredible. Her tight heat surrounds me, squeezing me perfectly, and I’m forced to mentally chant a variety of play calls to keep from coming. “God, you feel so good.”
She moans in reply, her nails scratching against my back. I continue slowly, achingly slow, until I’m bottomed out. “You good, baby?”
She smiles, nodding. “I’m good. You can go faster now.”
Thank fuck. I kiss her breathlessly as I begin moving, forcing myself to keep a steady pace. I’m determined to make this good for Audrey. Her whines and moans are definitely stroking more than just my ego. And when I look in Audrey’s eyes, I see everyemotion I’m feeling. Lust. Contentment. Connection. Passion and affection. Love. Soulmate. My partner.
“Audrey,” I stammer, overcome as I quicken the pace. “I’ve never — this is —”
She slides one hand up into my hair, holding my head against hers. “Me too.”
The room shifts. It’s no longer sex or fucking. It’s not about an orgasm. This is about becoming one with the woman who I’m falling for. The one who has seen more of my soul than any other person. The only woman for me. I lose sight of my steady pace as emotion and passion overtake me. Audrey’s eyes glaze over as she cries out. “Jamie, I’m coming!”
When her walls flutter around me, I’m right behind her. The tingling starts at my toes, crashing over the length of my body as I have the most intense orgasm of my life. Forgetting to breathe, my vision wanes, and I collapse on top of Audrey as I try to catch my breath. Holy shit.
It takes a few moments for me to regain my composure, and when I manage to raise my head from where I’d been against her neck, I find Audrey’s eyes sparkling with mirth. “What on earth are you thinking?”
She smiles devilishly. “Did you say your rebound is an hour? A whole hour? That’s disappointing, QB.”
“I believe I meant that as an average.”
“We’re gonna need to work on improving that.”
I smile as I bend down to kiss her lips. “I’m okay with that.”
It’s not an hour.Thirty minutes maybe. I asked Jamie if it was an athlete thing, that men like him could be predisposed to excellent rebound time because of their physical fitness. He assured me it’s really due to me, and how badly he wants to have me, over and over again.
I am absolutely not complaining, but my vagina finally had to wave the white flag after Jamie woke me up an hour before sunrise. Why? Because he also woke me up around three, and slightly after midnight as well. We’d even had sex before going to sleep Friday night. Five times in twelve hours, after not having sex in quite some time, means my poor little pussy is sore beyond comprehension.
I felt bad turning him down Saturday morning after breakfast, but he took it all in stride. Made us pancakes, then threw me up onto one of the islands and devoured me. I lost track of how many orgasms I had, each one as intense as the last. It was like he studied me, learning each tiny area that pleasured me the most, and capitalized on it. I felt seen, but also used. Cherished, and exhausted.
I made an excuse about needing to pay a house visit to a client, and tore out of there mid-afternoon on Saturday. Well, tore out of there as quickly as a woman with a paralyzed dog and a carrier of six guinea pigs can. Jamie was bummed, but also said he had plans for dinner with a couple of teammates. When I got back to my quiet townhouse, I thought I’d feel relieved. That time with Jamie was pleasure unlike anything I could have imagined, but also overwhelming. Yet being alone in my home wasn’t filling my cup like it always has.
After putting the pigs away in their enclosure, and settling Flash on her bed with an enrichment toy where pieces of kibble are hidden throughout the fabric of the toy, I sit on the couch, determined to learn some new ways I can enhance my time with Jamie.
I wasn’t lying about anything I told Jamie last night. My past experiences are few and far between, and I don’t hold it against him that he has a much larger history than I do. But it’s difficult not to play a comparison game. If he’s had amazing partners, where do I stack up? I have no doubt, if I asked, that he’d say it’s different with me, and nothing compares. But does it really?
I’m a smart woman. I know how to research, study, and learn. So what if I don’t have a lot of experience now? I can change that. Sitting down on my couch, I open up my browser. The Internet is a vast place, and one search for porn brings up a gazillion pages. I click on the top link, and — “Oh myGOD! They don’t even ask myageor anything?”
Woah. The teaser image is two guys with a very well-endowed woman. Damn. Her boobs are even bigger than mine, but perky and jiggly. Probably fake. Intrigued, I click on the video. I’ve heard some terminology for a threesome before, but I’ve never tried to research it. When would there ever be an opportunity for me to be with two men at the same time? But Ihave questions. Where do the guys go? Lots of orifices to choose from. “Oh, so that’s what DP looks like.”
It’s not turning me on … for the most part. It’s all for science. I find myself tilting my head to the side as the gal does some kind of backbend with a split so she can suck one guy off while getting banged by the other. “How is that even possible?”
“Holy shit, Aud!” Chelsea shouts from the doorway. I yelp in shock, tossing my laptop into the air. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Research!” I yell frantically, catching my laptop as Chelsea steps into my townhouse. My hand hits some buttons as I catch it, and somehow I turn the volume on full blast.
“Yeah, Daddy, fuck our baby girl with your big cock,” comes screaming out of the speakers, and Chelsea covers her face as she cackles.
I furiously tap all the buttons on my computer to no avail. “Why won’t it quiet down?”
“I’m gonna suck you so hard while she watches.”
Chelsea hoots as she drops a bag on the floor. “Oh my fucking God, I’m laughing so hard I might pee.”
“Don’t you dare! And close the damn door!”
