“Aren’t we a little old for toys?” she teased uneasily, suddenly aware of what he probably considered treats.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “You know I won’t hurt you.”
“So there aren’t whips and chains and other instruments of torture in there?” Her tone was light, but Ross could sense her trepidation.
“Of course not, Jules. I’m not into pain and unless we discover that you are, we won’t play those games.” His answer was straightforward and honest. Julia silently sighed a breath of relief.
“I don’t like pain either,” she said, before recalling Ross’s spankings and the pleasure she derived from them. “I mean, I don’t think I do.”
Ross pulled her onto his lap. “A little spanking isn’t exactly the same thing as S & M, sweetheart.”
“So, what’s in the bag?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
“Ah, getting into the research now, I see.”
“Ross,” she repeated impatiently, “what’s in the bag?”
Opening it, but shielding the contents from her, Ross rummaged through until he found what he was looking for. When Ross pulled the items out, Julia had to suppress her gasp of surprise and uneasiness. He held them out to her for her inspection.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked nervously, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Although she’d read about butt plugs, she had never actually seen one.
Ross dropped the items on the rug and pulled her more firmly onto his lap. “Jules,” he consoled. “Honey, if you hate it, we’ll stop.”
“If it hurts—” She bit her lower lip.
“We’ll stop. Trust me?” he repeated and she nodded.
Kissing her gently, he soothed her fears with his sweet ministrations—rubbing her back, running his fingers through her hair, tickling her feet. He rose slowly, and then bent down to lift her before carrying her to the bed. He joined her, then pulled the covers over them both.
“What about the—” She gestured to his backpack.
“Later,” he whispered. “Right now, all I want is you.”
And he proved it with each caress, each kiss, each orgasm. They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Julia realized as she drifted off she’d never felt so loved. If she’d been less tired, that would have scared the hell out of her, but instead, in her exhausted state, she allowed herself to pretend, just for the night, that Ross did love her and they would beat all the odds stacked against them to live a long, happy life together.
It was still dark outside when Julia awoke. She sensed Ross was also awake, and then realized what had roused her. She was on her stomach and Ross was kissing a path down her back, his tongue darting out now and then for a taste of her. She could get used to these late-night adventures.
Tensing slightly, she felt his hands on her buttocks, but she relaxed as he began to softly massage them. Every touch felt like heaven and she wondered how she would ever return to the real world—with Ross, the friend, instead of Ross, the lover.
The snow had stopped earlier in the day and the weather forecast called for warmer days ahead. With the melting snow, Julia began to feel as if her days with Ross here in her own private Eden were numbered.
“Bend your knees,” he said, lightly pushing her up. She was still drowsy and so satiated by his earlier loving that the sudden, unexpected feeling of cold gel on her anus caused her to jerk.
“Hush,” he soothed, “it’ll warm up in a second.” True to his word, the gel did seem to heat up as he slowly rubbed it around her back entrance.
“God, angel,” he whispered, “I want you so bad. Every time I come inside you, I leave you only to want to get right back in.”
His words, as always, affected her strongly and she began to push back toward his hand, silently asking for more.
As he applied more gel, she felt his finger seeking entrance to the dark portal. No one had ever breached her ass and she was surprised by the intensity of the sensations provoked by merely the tip of his finger. Slowly, he worked his finger in deeper and soon she felt herself pushing back against him, seeking more.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me in.” He removed one finger only to return with two.
She gasped for breath as the pressure of his two fingers increased, becoming painful. “Push against me,” he instructed.