Page 39 of Edging Obsession

I pull my hand out, mouth near her ear, and whisper, “Then talk.”

She whimpers. “You know I can’t think when you’re touching me.”

“I’ve stopped, so talk.”

Sliding onto the couch, she hauls the blanket over her front. “Why did you have group sex?”

“Jules.” I stand, my cock pushing my boxer-briefs forward. “What’s the point of this conversation?”

“Nothing. Forget it.”

I throw my hands up. “Good. I’m going to clean up again.”

In the shower, I brace a hand against the stone tiles and stroke my cock long and slow. The cascading water above my head drowns out the noises I’m making. My pelvis works in collaboration with my hand, both forging ahead and retreating at the same time. Soon, I have other hands on me. Jules. On her knees behind me. She spreads my ass cheeks and licks my asshole.

Christ!

My body shudders from the way the tip of her tongue circles my asshole, dunks inside, repeating the motion. I can’t concentrate. Both of my hands flatten on the wall, back arching as Jules widens my stance. She gathers my balls in her mouth, and instead of her tongue, she pushes a finger knuckle-deep into my ass.

Fuck, yes!

My orgasm builds, so I assist by fucking my hand while Jules focuses on my ass. It isn’t long before cum shoots onto the stone, sliding down into the grooves. This only gets me hornier. I position Jules in the corner, lift her leg until she’s doing the splits standing, and thrust hard inside her. She gasps, breasts bouncing while I drive inside her at a fast speed. She tells me how much she loves me. My bruising grip on her hip and thigh allows for a steadier thrust. I’m unrelenting. Her finger rubs her clit until she comes on my cock before I empty myself out in her.

Jules begins to cry, and I release her leg, pulling her into my arms. “Miles. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry for asking you about—”

My arms snuggle her closer, kissing the side of her head, and I say, “It’s okay, Jules. We’ll forget about it. I’m not leaving you.”

I rock her in my arms for a couple of minutes, and then we finish with our shower. In the bedroom, we wrap ourselves together, letting the silence calm us. We have an hour before we need to be at Johann’s house.

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Jules’ parents are behind us, and she’s hooked onto my side as we wait for someone to answer the door. Elliott whispers something to Elise and she giggles. It seems they’ve overcome the initial shock of group sex. I hear someone unlocking the door, thinking it’s the butler, but it opens to Johann. He smiles at all of us, and Anna slips under his arm to welcome us, too.

Inside the house, Johann and Anna introduce themselves in broken English. Even though Germans take six or more years of English in school, many don’t continue learning or they have no one to practice on, so the language becomes dusty or forgotten. Johann knows how to speak English better than Anna, yet she understands it.

Johann shakes Elliott and Elise’s hands. “Thank you for coming. Please excuse my English. I’m not good at it.”

While still shaking Elise’s hand, she responds, “I think it’s very good. We’re the ones who should apologize for not knowing German.”

Johann laughs. “If you want to live and work in Germany, it helps, but not necessary elsewhere.” He takes Jules’ hand. “You must be Jules.” She acknowledges him with a smile. “You must have impressed my brother. It’s been a long time since he’s introduced a woman to us.”

Jules threads her arm through mine as my brother continues to stare at her. I smack his arm, getting his attention. Anna excuses herself to retrieve a crying Elias. We walk into the living room and Elliott and Elise occasionally express their appreciation for the décor. Johann gestures to a couple of couches and chairs where everyone sits. Jules cozies up next to me, eyes bouncing from one person to the other, not knowing what else to say, and pressing herself between me and the couch. We’re saved by the butler, who comes in to get our drinks. When he leaves, Anna comes into the room, carrying Elias.

It's my first time seeing my nephew, so I stand as she hands him over.

Johann comes over. “Your two-year-old nephew.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Too bad it has been this long.”

I’m staring into the eyes of my mother. Like Johann, Elias inherited my mother’s light brown hair and blue eyes. He’s outgoing too, babbling, and pressing a hand to my cheek. I bounce him in my arms, thinking back to my relationship with Karina. We had our ups and downs, but I wanted children. Elias screams and giggles, snapping me back to the present. Jules stares at me from the couch, smiling. Our eyes connect, and I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing about children. If somewhere down the road, she’d like to have a baby. When she bites her lip and turns her head, I’m guessing her thoughts weren’t in line with mine.

Anna takes Elias from me, leaving the room, and I return to the couch. Johann asks and answers questions of Jules’ parents while sometimes asking me to interpret. They talk fast, so he doesn’t always catch what they’re saying. It’s been a while since he interacted in English and it is a bit rusty. Elise and Elliott talk of their trip here, other countries they want to visit, staying away from part of the real reason they’re here. To find their biological daughter.

With my nephew down for the night, we gather at the dining room table for dinner. I know Anna isn’t a fan of traditional German food, so I’m curious what she plans on serving, and I don’t have to wait long. The butler enters with a tray of soup, which is vegetable curry. Once everyone’s served, the butler leaves, and spoons begin to clank against the bowls.

The soup silences us until Elise fills her spoon, and before taking another mouthful, she asks Johann, “How long has it been since you two have seen each other?”

Questions are never good because they get out of control. Johann knows how to divert answers when the questions get too intense. For now, it’s an answerable question.

Johann meets my eyes, sees the approval, and turns to Elise. “Five years.”

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