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Wes slumps back into the couch, breathing hard, and I go into the bathroom and get a wet washcloth to wipe him up with.
“I said I’d never be addicted to something, but I think I might just be addicted to you, baby.” He says, still breathing heavily.
I smile, my heart warming at his admission, then go back to the bathroom and discard the washcloth.
“I was supposed to be giving you pleasure, to show you how much I appreciate you after this morning.” He grumbles when I return.
I grin, “Sorry babe. You can give me a few orgasms to make up for it if you want, but I quite enjoyed watching you lose it for me. I like knowing I have that effect on you.”
“I love you, Elli.”
“I love you too, Wes.”
“Now, come ride my face so I can show you how much I appreciate you.” He says as he lays back on the couch.
Chapter 35
Wes
Elli’s sexual appetite has been insatiable this week, and I am here for it. I love how comfortable she is with sex now, and how unafraid to ask questions she is. There have been times when I’ll say a position I want to try, but she doesn’t understand so she’ll Google it, blush, then immediately ask to try it.
We were able to have a better conversation about our preferences in the bedroom, which has been fun exploring since Elli’s not quite sure what hers are.
I was able to explain that I like being in charge in the bedroom. I like having control over my partner’s pleasure, and I enjoy tying them up on occasion.
Elli likes relinquishing control for the most part, and I’ve noticed how much she enjoys being praised.
I wouldn't say we’re in a dom/sub relationship because that’s not really my thing. I’m not huge into BDSM or the kink community, despite what most people assume. But I enjoy more than just vanilla sex.
We experimented with some spanking the other day. I was buried deep inside her from behind and asked her if she’d be open to trying it. She said yes, so I gave that juicy ass a nice smack and her pussy clenched so hard I almost lost it.
So I’d say spanking is a yes.
As is hair pulling, orgasm denial, and being restrained.
I’m truly living my best life right now with the girl of my dreams.
It’s Friday night, which means it’s pizza night at Jess’s house, and as much as I want to stay at home and continue figuring out Elli’s bedroom preferences, we can’t.
Pizza night started when I was in college. It was Jess’s way of checking up on me and making sure that I was surviving, without being overbearing and pushy about it.
We pull up in front of Jess’s little two bedroom bungalow that she’s lived in for the last ten years. When she took me in, she and Luke shared the primary bedroom so I could have my own space, and I’ll forever be grateful for that.
Elli looks cute as ever in a green sundress covered in daisies, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head.
I know for a fact she’s not wearing a bra underneath and I have to avert my eyes every time I find myself looking at her boobs to see if her nipples are hard.
Jess opens the door for us before we even get to the door, ushering us inside where she wraps Elli in a big hug, then does the same for me.
“It’s so good to see you guys. Luke’s just gone to get the pizza so we can gossip about him while he’s gone.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and Elli giggles.
“I love your house, Jess. It’s beautiful.” Elli says, her eyes roaming over the yellow painted walls covered in mismatched frames that are filled with pictures of mostly Luke.
“Thank you Elli. Luke thinks I’m a hoarder, but I like my things, you know?”
“My parents only have family pictures on the walls, and a picture of the Provo temple. I think they might have a picture of Jesus now, too. But other than that the walls in our house were bare and beige or gray. We weren’t even allowed to paint our room.” Elli says as she stops in front of an older picture.
I know which picture it is, because it’s one of my favorites. It’s a picture of Jess in a hospital bed holding a newborn Luke. Next to her on the bed is seven year old me grinning at the camera with a missing front tooth. My mom is on the other side of the bed, beaming at her best friend.
