what I’m going to do. Please give it to me now, right now.”
“I’m not done, CJ, licking every inch of you. When I am, I’ll give you my big cock, but not a millisecond before. So, just lay back and enjoy it.”
Then he turned me over, so that I was on my stomach. He made his way slowly up my back with his tongue, and I eventually felt his lips on my neck. He moved my hair aside, and concentrated on licking and sucking my neck. He had spread my legs gently aside so that his cock was, once again, rubbing against my opening. This was more teasing than I had ever thought possible, and all that I wanted to have happen in that moment was that he would thrust inside of me while he laid on top of my back.
But he didn’t. He turned me over again, so that I was on my back, and he licked my stomach and breasts and my arms.
And then, finally, he looked into my eyes and kissed my mouth again. I was driven into ecstasy as his cock made its way slowly inside of me. I was finally getting the major release that I always had felt when he was filling me up the way that he did. I orgasmed immediately, the second he started to thrust into me. That was because I burst, completely burst, and, he came inside me deeper than he had ever been. I didn’t think that I could ever have a man buried that deeply into me.
“Tell me what you want, CJ. Tell me what you want.”
“I just want you, Asher,” I said, and I felt suddenly afraid that I was being absolutely truthful. I did want him, but I didn’t just want his body and his cock. I wanted him.
I tried to push down this feeling, though, knowing that it could only lead to ruin for me.
“You have me,” he said. “I’m buried inside of you more deeply than I have ever been. You have me.”
No, Asher, I don’t really have you. I never will, either.
“Fuck me, Asher, please.”
He sped up the rhythm of his thrusting, and I climaxed again. He did, as well, after about a half hour of him gently coming in and out of me. He had alternated that with a faster rhythm, before slowing it down again. Each time, with each hard or soft thrust, I felt my nerves tingling. I felt, with every stroke, that I didn’t want to leave that limo. I never wanted him to stop.
But, of course, it had to come to an end. Sadly. He eventually groaned and laid down on top of me. He held me close, and covered my face and mouth with more gentle kisses. “That was amazing, as usual,” he said. “I wish that we could just stay here all night, but I think that it’s time that we get out and go into our new home.”
I nodded my head. My legs felt completely like spaghetti as I put my clothes on and I watched him do the same.
How was I going to do this? How was I going to share my life with this guy, and have the most amazing orgasms ever with him, and not fall for him?
I had no idea how I was going to do that, but I only knew that I was going to have to at least try. My sanity depended on my ability to stay emotionally detached, and my wallet also depended on it. He needed me to play a part, and I was going to do it.
As difficult as it was, I was going to do it.
15
T he day after I moved into Asher’s place, he surprised me over an amazing dinner that was prepared by Marguerita. She was really a great cook, I had discovered that night. On the menu was some slow-cooked lasagna and garlic bread, and the sauce that was on it was among the best that I had ever had.
“Okay, now, CJ,” he said. “I would like to schedule a dinner party this Friday evening. My ex-girlfriend, Sophie, will be in attendance.”
Sophie the stalker. Okay, I guessed that it was time to put our pretend relationship to the test. After all, that was the reason that I was with this guy. Apparently the only reason, despite the fact that he and I have had over-the-moon sex pretty much non-stop since we got into the apartment. Except, of course, when he was working. While he was working, I visited with Dr. Valence. After my
“I’m not done, CJ, licking every inch of you. When I am, I’ll give you my big cock, but not a millisecond before. So, just lay back and enjoy it.”
Then he turned me over, so that I was on my stomach. He made his way slowly up my back with his tongue, and I eventually felt his lips on my neck. He moved my hair aside, and concentrated on licking and sucking my neck. He had spread my legs gently aside so that his cock was, once again, rubbing against my opening. This was more teasing than I had ever thought possible, and all that I wanted to have happen in that moment was that he would thrust inside of me while he laid on top of my back.
But he didn’t. He turned me over again, so that I was on my back, and he licked my stomach and breasts and my arms.
And then, finally, he looked into my eyes and kissed my mouth again. I was driven into ecstasy as his cock made its way slowly inside of me. I was finally getting the major release that I always had felt when he was filling me up the way that he did. I orgasmed immediately, the second he started to thrust into me. That was because I burst, completely burst, and, he came inside me deeper than he had ever been. I didn’t think that I could ever have a man buried that deeply into me.
“Tell me what you want, CJ. Tell me what you want.”
“I just want you, Asher,” I said, and I felt suddenly afraid that I was being absolutely truthful. I did want him, but I didn’t just want his body and his cock. I wanted him.
I tried to push down this feeling, though, knowing that it could only lead to ruin for me.
“You have me,” he said. “I’m buried inside of you more deeply than I have ever been. You have me.”
No, Asher, I don’t really have you. I never will, either.
“Fuck me, Asher, please.”
He sped up the rhythm of his thrusting, and I climaxed again. He did, as well, after about a half hour of him gently coming in and out of me. He had alternated that with a faster rhythm, before slowing it down again. Each time, with each hard or soft thrust, I felt my nerves tingling. I felt, with every stroke, that I didn’t want to leave that limo. I never wanted him to stop.
But, of course, it had to come to an end. Sadly. He eventually groaned and laid down on top of me. He held me close, and covered my face and mouth with more gentle kisses. “That was amazing, as usual,” he said. “I wish that we could just stay here all night, but I think that it’s time that we get out and go into our new home.”
I nodded my head. My legs felt completely like spaghetti as I put my clothes on and I watched him do the same.
How was I going to do this? How was I going to share my life with this guy, and have the most amazing orgasms ever with him, and not fall for him?
I had no idea how I was going to do that, but I only knew that I was going to have to at least try. My sanity depended on my ability to stay emotionally detached, and my wallet also depended on it. He needed me to play a part, and I was going to do it.
As difficult as it was, I was going to do it.
15
T he day after I moved into Asher’s place, he surprised me over an amazing dinner that was prepared by Marguerita. She was really a great cook, I had discovered that night. On the menu was some slow-cooked lasagna and garlic bread, and the sauce that was on it was among the best that I had ever had.
“Okay, now, CJ,” he said. “I would like to schedule a dinner party this Friday evening. My ex-girlfriend, Sophie, will be in attendance.”
Sophie the stalker. Okay, I guessed that it was time to put our pretend relationship to the test. After all, that was the reason that I was with this guy. Apparently the only reason, despite the fact that he and I have had over-the-moon sex pretty much non-stop since we got into the apartment. Except, of course, when he was working. While he was working, I visited with Dr. Valence. After my
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