Page 37 of The Stars in the Sky
I stiffened for a moment. "I feel gross, Will, I need to take a shower or clean up. I still have your cum on me."
"Like that too."
My eyes bugged out and I pointed at him. "You are a deviant!"
He grinned at me.
"Let me get a washcloth, at least, and clean up," I continued.
"I'll get it," he said, and walked out, returning soon with a handful of wet washcloths. I sat up and he unzipped my dress and ran a pleasantly warm washcloth over the tops of my breasts, cleaning off the cheap stripper perfume and indelible red lipstick. Then he helped me out of the dress and walked around and took off my shoes. He pulled off my underwear as I undid my bra. "Spread, baby." He gently took the washcloth and cleaned between my legs, stroking while he did it, which made me aroused. I felt better and taken care of.
"You know," he said quietly, "maybe you only get mad at me because you care what I think."
I had heard that expression before. Then it dawned on me. "You readFifty Shades of Grey!"
"The fuck?" he asked.
"It said something like that inFifty Shades. Something along the lines of 'you only get upset with people you care about.' You're a closet smut fan, aren't you?"
Will took a look at me and burst out laughing. This was the first time I’d heard him laugh—a full, male laugh, not a chuckle—and it was beautiful. White teeth showing, full lips smiling, waist shaking. I watched him in amazement as he let it out. It took him a moment before he could talk, and then he managed, "No, don't read that shit. No objection to bondage, though. I like it, truth be told."
So there was something else to think about.
But now, I noticed the other washcloth, and said, "Let me clean you." I unbuttoned the rest of his fly and eased him out of his jeans, and he fell on the bed next to me, head at my waist. I took the washcloth and cleaned him, caressing each part of his cock, which belonged in an art gallery.
"Now that you're here, and clean—" I started to say, but he interrupted me.
"Sixty-nine, darlin'," he whispered.
"'Kay," I whispered back, totally turned on.
"But first, you need a few more orgasms," he said, in a businesslike tone, and reached between my legs, fingering me. Then he suddenly got up, left the room, naked and erect, carrying the washcloths, and came back with a bottle of Nivea lotion.
"What's that for?"
"Don't have any lube. This'll do."
"Will," I said, warningly.
"Marie, you don't wanna do something, you tell me and I stop. Simple. But I've got a big sexual appetite, and I'm wanting to see how big an appetite you have, and whether we can satisfy it."
Well then.
Hell, I was up for anything. He wouldn't hurt me, at least not physically.
"Alright," I agreed.
And he lay back down, head by my pussy, and started exploring with his big, calloused hands, a nudge and a caress here, a press there, and slowly, very slowly, rubbing and circling my clit with his thumb. Then a finger, then two, inside me. And then he put some lotion on, and a finger ended up pressed into my ass. So now he was stimulating me in three places and it felt really fucking good. And after a little bit of this, he built up the sensations in my body and made me climb up until I exploded in a raging, fiery climax that put the other ones I’d had to shame, wringing out the tension from my body and letting it out with a yell.
I hoped Amelia and Ryan didn't hear that scream.
But he kept going.
And he built me up again.
And I blew up.
And then he did it again.
