“You promised me a drink. And… get busy with that apple. I’m hungry all of a sudden.”
Christy grinned at me around the last of the muffin. “I like her.”
“I do too,” I said. “In fact, I love her.”
Leah’s cheeks glowed. Then she composed herself and said to Christy, “I’m glad you’re one of us. For real, not some… dilettante.”
“Thank you.”
They shared a smile. Then Leah looked at me. She hesitated before she caressed my pinky with hers. We curled our fingers together and then slid them apart. It was the briefest of touches but it filled me with warmth.
“I’m very happy you found Christy.” She tried to smile but succumbed to emotion. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry…” She looked to Christy for support, and they embraced. “Thank you so much,” Leah whispered hoarsely.
The girls clung to each other and rocked gently. Then they sat back, and Leah drew a shuddering breath. She met my eyes. Hers were full of tears, of regret for what might’ve been, happiness for what was, and hope for what might be. Then she smiled for real, and I knew we were going to be all right.
* * *
Morning sun slanted through the window, and I realized that Christy and I were alone in bed. I had a vague memory of Leah rising before dawn and kissing me goodbye. She’d known my plans for the day, at least in a general sense, and she’d wanted Christy and me to have the morning to ourselves. I silently thanked her. She was a good lover and a better friend, and I couldn’t imagine life without her.
My thoughts returned to the present, and I stroked Christy’s hip. Her skin was warm and soft, and she stirred at my touch. I scooted closer, and my erection prodded her thigh. She sighed in her sleep and reached back. Her fingers unerringly found my cock, and I chuckled at her automatic reaction.
She woke up slowly as I kissed and caressed her. Then she stretched with one of her little squeaks.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” I kissed her ear and inhaled the familiar scent of her, jasmine and honey.
“Morning.”
“Are you ready for your wakeup cock?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
She lifted one leg and rubbed my glans along her slit to spread her lubrication. Then she set my shaft at her opening. I slid into her. She moaned softly and turned her head. I kissed her and then squeezed her breast. She pushed back against me. I began thrusting, and we made love slowly.
“Come in my mouth,” she said when I was close. “Need to taste you.”
I pulled out and rolled to my back. She turned over, pushed the sheet down, and captured my cock. Then she cupped my balls and began sucking. I gave her a moment to enjoy it before I guided her into a sixty-nine.
She thought I wanted her to deep throat me, and I wasn’t in any condition to argue. Instead, I groaned and emptied my balls down her throat. She closed her lips around the base of my shaft and held on to my hips, presumably in case I tried to buck her off.
I eventually stopped shooting, and my whole body tingled with pleasure. Christy pulled back enough to catch her breath, but then she swallowed me again. I closed my eyes and saw stars.
When I finally came to my senses, I realized that she was still sucking my dick, while I was doing nothing in return. I plunged two fingers into her slick pussy, and she came almost immediately, one of her little orgasms.
“Turn around,” I said when she recovered.
She ignored me and started sucking again. I caressed her ass instead of swatting it, but the threat was clear. She immediately released my dick.
“Yes, sir. Where do you want me?”
“On your back.”
She swung her leg over me, turned around, and lay back. She looked beautiful, lithe and tan, still flushed from her orgasm. She raised her knees and spread her thighs. Her smooth pussy opened before me, pink and moist.
“Better?”
I chuckled. “Much.”
I climbed between her legs, and she crossed her ankles behind my back. I bent and gave her a kiss, which she returned with interest. Then she angled her hips, and my dick slid into her without conscious thought on my part. She sighed and pulled me down for another kiss, and we made out as I rocked my hips and fucked her slowly.
I eventually picked up the pace and started thrusting for real. My hips slammed into hers, and she urged me on with her body. She was building up to a bigger orgasm, a real one, so I pulled out. She moaned in frustration but didn’t resist when I raised her leg and flipped her over.
“Lift your hips.” I shoved my pillow under her. “Now, don’t move.”
She nodded and caught her breath, while I reached under the bed and pulled out the suitcase. I flipped the latches, opened the lid, and found what I wanted.
“Give me your wrists.” She crossed them behind her, and I snapped the handcuffs into place. “Good girl. Now, lift your head.” I slid the blindfold over her eyes.
I slapped her ass for good measure, and she gasped in pain-pleasure. Then I straddled her thighs and spread them gently. Her pussy was already hot and wet, and she moaned as I slid into her. I steadied myself above her and used my weight to drive her into the pillow. My dick sank another inch. It bent slightly as the head encountered resistance.
Christy squeaked.
“You know what I’m about to do,” I whispered in her ear.
She turned her head toward me, and my breath blew a tendril of golden hair across the black silk of the blindfold.
She swallowed to moisten her mouth. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t come,” I told her, “until I give you permission.”
She swallowed again, nervously. “Don’t…? I…? Um…”
“You heard me. Don’t come until I tell you.” I eased my hips back and then slowly probed until my dick hit the back of her pussy again.
“Unh!” she panted.
“What’re you supposed to say?” I prompted.
“I don’t— I don’t know… if I can.”
“You can,” I said, calmly menacing, “and you will.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
I pushed myself up and arched my whole body. My hips bore down on her, and my cock filled her completely. She squeaked, and the temperature in her pussy shot through the roof.
I began thrusting, slow and deep. She was already worked up and grew hotter by the minute. She wouldn’t last long.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” I reminded her.
“Yes— Unh!” she panted. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her pussy felt like a sauna, and her muscles were already trying to grip my shaft and hold it in place. I put all my weight on her, and my dick sank into her. It bent slightly, and she groaned, pleasure mixed with the pain from trying to hold back the tide of orgasm.
“Not… until… I tell you,” I warned.
“I don’t—”
I pulled back and thrust hard.
She cried out.
I did it again. She writhed and gasped and moaned as she tried not to come.
“Please, sir,” she begged.
“Not yet,” I said through gritted teeth.
Her pussy contracted, and moisture coated my shaft.
“I don’t—” she pleaded. “I can’t—”
“Don’t.” Thrust. “Come” Thrust. “Yet.” Thrust.
Her back and shoulders had turned pink, visible even through her tan. I sank my fingers into her French braid and felt the heat of her skin on my own. I pulled her head back. The handcuffs clinked as she bent her arms into a figure-four, one hand under her other forearm.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, sir— Ah! Please…”
I waited a second. Then two. I pulled her hair a little harder. The tendons in her neck stood out as she strained. The head of my dick pressed directly into the back of her pussy. I rocked my hips, and the pressure built, until her climax felt like a physical thing, a weight pressing down on us.
She trembled with pent-up desire. Her pussy convulsed, and a fresh wave of moisture coated my shaft. Her orgasm had built to the point where she couldn’t hold back any longer. It threatened to overwhelm her, and she moaned in desperation.