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“Is it unfair for me to say that I don’t like the idea of anyone else at these things touching you?” I ask.
She kisses my temple in a sweet gesture and shakes her head again.
“Get the champagne,” she says a second later.
“The champagne?” I ask, lifting up.
“I want you to lick it off me,” she says.
I stand quickly, still wearing that strap-on I plan to use again later.
“Where should I lick it from?” I ask after grabbing the bottle.
“Dealer’s choice.”
She spreads her legs for me, and I make her come with my mouth, tasting the champagne from her belly button, her lips, her clit, and her back when it pools in the dimple above her ass. Later, I fuck her on the bed while I wear nipple clamps for her. The pain is eased when she sucks them after and makes me come again with her mouth. We take a break, but surprisingly, we don’t say much. I follow her to the balcony that overlooks the backyard, and wrap a sheet around her, standing behind her and liking this position I now find familiar.
“You’re still wearing it,” she says.
“I am,” I say. “Problem?” I ask, moving my hips forward a bit, bringing the toy between her legs.
“I don’t think I can go again,” she says. “I’ve never come so much in my life.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, sliding my hand down to where the toy is, grazing her inner thigh.
We both look down at the women below. There are two women in the pool, at least making out if not doing more underneath the water. There are also two women on an outdoor chaise.
“She’s sitting on her face,” I whisper in her ear.
“I know. I’m watching.”
“Do you want me to do that to you?” I ask, moving the toy between her legs as she spreads them for me.
“Next time,” she says.
I am so happy to hear her say those two words.
“And this time?” I ask, moving until I can push inside her and press against her.
“Oh. Again?” she asks, moving her hips back.
“Yes, again,” I say, rocking into her. “And next time, too,” I say.
There’s a knock at the door, and it’s almost four – that’s our warning.
“Don’t stop,” she says.
“I won’t,” I tell her.
I grip her hips, and she watches them as I make her come one last time for tonight. It saddens me to think that, but then I remember that she said there would be a next time.
MONTH 5. PART 1. – Can This Go On
(POV Member)
I’m supposed to be on a retreat for work. It’s a team-building thing, and it takes place at some corporate campsite where there will be, no doubt, trust falls and fireside chats about the important moments in our lives and how we all got here. Truthfully, I love my job. It’s challenging without being overly stressful, and I get more done in a day than most people, so the fact that I often stay late is more by choice than by necessity. I could choose not to work and go the route of my mother, who has lived off of family money her entire life. She volunteers her time to various charities, which is fulfilling enough for her, but I know it wouldn’t be enough for me. I still donate, and I give time when I can as well, but I need to use the strategic part of my brain at least five days a week.
I do not need a corporate team-building weekend, though. And I especially don’t need it this weekend. It’s the one time a month that I get to see her; think about nothing other than how good it feels to just give into my desires and let her take me away. Last time might have just been the best night of my entire life. I’ve never been married, and I don’t have kids, so the only other best-night contenders would be graduations or award ceremonies where I took home the prize. My life is pretty boring. Well, it was pretty boring. Now, I have one night a month to look forward to where I now it will be anything but.
