“Here it comes,” I said at last.
Kim pulled back, opened her mouth, and aimed my cock. She pumped her fist, and a jet of semen shot over her tongue and into her throat. She’d been ready for it, but probably not so far back. She tried not to gag as it trickled down her throat. She kept stroking anyway, and the remaining spurts formed a pool behind her teeth.
She was breathing hard by the time I stopped, and her eyes were watery from fighting her gag reflex. A single tear ran down her cheek. She sighed in relief, and her eyelids drooped. She recovered after a moment, although she still looked a little out of it. The bourbon must have hit her hard.
“Good girl,” Carter said. “Let me see.”
She squeezed my cock and wiped the last drop on her lower lip. More semen had dripped onto her chin, but she didn’t bother to wipe it up. She turned and showed Carter the milky pool before she moved it around with her tongue.
“Beautiful. Now swallow.”
She closed her eyes and squeezed tears onto her cheeks. She wasn’t upset, simply determined. She forced herself to swallow.
“She likes it,” Carter apologized, “but it’s more than she’s used to.”
“Paul comes a lot,” Christy added.
“So I noticed,” he chuckled.
Kim opened her mouth and showed him it was empty. She wiped tears from her cheeks and gave him a mostly real smile.
“Now show Paul,” he told her.
She did.
“Good girl,” I said, which seemed to be a formula with them.
“Thank you, sir. May I have some more?”
My eyebrows rose.
“It’s a thing she does,” Carter explained. “She’s well-trained. Aren’t you, hon? You’re an eager little come-drinker.”
“Yes, Daddy. I like drinking come.”
He shot me a quick look, which I returned with a bland smile.
“Come over here,” he said to her. He patted Christy’s bottom and sent her my way. Then he guided Kim to his knee. “Did you like it, his come?”
“Yes, sir. There was so much.”
“I know! I saw. But you did a great job.”
“Thank you, sir. Do you want me to fuck him now?”
Carter chuckled, but it was a delaying tactic.
Kim heard it too.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ll get to that part.”
She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. Then she nuzzled his neck and sighed as real exhaustion set in.
“Are you ready for bed?” he asked her, and she nodded. “Sorry,” he told me, although he really wasn’t. It was a good excuse for them to make an exit.
“It’s been a long day. We’re pretty worn out too,” I said, which was my own white lie.
“Right. And I still want to sleep on it. In the meantime, thanks again. For everything.”
“Our pleasure.”
“Ours too.” He caressed Kim’s hip and spoke quietly, something about her cookie.
“Yes, please. That’d be lovely.”
Christy shot me a hopeful look and then bounced excitedly when I nodded.
“Right,” Carter said. “Are you sure you’re cool with us going to bed?”
“I’m sure,” I said. “Besides, I have my own date with a cookie.”
He chuckled. “Nothing wrong with your hearing.” He helped Kim to her feet.
“See you in the morning,” I told them.
“Right. Goodnight.”
* * *
Christy panted to catch her breath and slowly relaxed. Her hips sank to the air mattress, and I released her wrists. I gave her a moment and then kissed her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair and didn’t squirm away, so I gave her clit an experimental lick. I rose to my knees and scooted forward. My cock swayed and then homed in on its target.
Her pussy was pink with arousal and shiny from her juices. Her inner labia spread like the petals of a flower, and I had a sudden vision of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting. I shook my head to clear it, but I still had to laugh at how my mind worked sometimes.
Christy gave me a quizzical look.
“The usual,” I said without elaborating.
She rolled her eyes fondly. Then she gasped and closed them when I slapped her clit with my hard-on. I nudged her opening and coated the swollen head with her moisture. It was already leaking pre-come, which mingled with her juices. I teased her for a moment longer and then eased into her.
She pulled me down, bent her knees, and angled her hips. Heat and moisture surrounded my shaft as I slowly buried it inside her. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles behind me.
“In case you try to escape.”
“Not gonna happen,” I chuckled. “I’m here to stay.”
“Inside me? Forever? Mmm.”
I grinned and bent to kiss her. She responded with growing heat. We made love slowly and held each other close as we rocked together. Our bodies touched at every point, and a sheen of sweat coated our skin in spite of the air conditioning. She came again, one of her little orgasms. I kept thrusting gently, and she urged me on with her body.
“Come on my face,” she said when I was ready.
I pulled out and straddled her chest. She caressed my thighs and watched me jerk off. She closed her eyes just in time. The first spurt landed on her forehead and across her nose, and she moaned softly. She moaned again as gushes of semen covered her, until I finally sat back and panted to catch my breath. I slowly came to my senses but immediately sat up.
“Don’t move,” I warned her. “It’s in your eyes. Lemme grab a towel or something.”
“It’s okay,” she laughed. “I don’t need a towel. I’ll use my fingers. I wanna taste it.” She wiped her right eyelid and licked her finger clean. She did the same on the left and then blinked a couple of times. “See? I’m fine.”
Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, but it was too late to do anything about it.
“You can shower and rinse off,” I said instead. “I know it dries out your skin.”
“Don’t you want to admire your handiwork?” she teased.
“Of course, but—”
“This is my favorite kind of facial. Much better than my normal cream. It’s a little weird when it cools, but just as yummy.” She frowned. “On second thought, it’s yummier when it’s fresh.”
I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, my little come connoisseur—”
“Ooh, I like that!”
“—let’s go shower.”
“We don’t have to make it as hot,” she said as I helped her to her feet. “I know you like it colder.”
“We’ll find a happy medium. Get it?” I chuckled. “Medium?”
“Oh, boy, here we go.”
“Nah, that’s it.”
“Just one pun? You’re slipping.” She caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. “Only, not in the ejaculation department.” She looked at her face from several angles before she laughed. “In my eyes, my hair… Oh my gosh! There’s even some in my nose. Oh, Paul, it’s everywhere!”
“I aim to please.”
She rolled her eyes affectionately, and I leaned past her to turn on the water. We showered in companionable silence and then toweled dry. Steam covered everything, and a cloud of it escaped when we opened the door.
“Sorry,” she said. “We didn’t find a happy medium after all.”
“No, but that’s okay. I like it hot.”
“You do not.”
“Maybe not, but I like you hot.”
“I hope you like me hungry, too.”
“Uh-oh. I was afraid of that. I’ll fix you a snack while you do your lotions and potions. PB&J sandwich?”
“Oh my gosh, you read my mind! And maybe some carrot sticks?”
“Coming right up.”
* * *
I returned to find her sitting seiza-style in the middle of the air mattress. She was braiding her hair, and she’d been thinking. I set the plate in front of her, stretched on my side, and propped my head on my fist.
“I like Carter,” she said without preamble.
“Me too.”
“But I don’t like when he asks you things instead of me.” She shrugged. “I know it shouldn’t bother me, but…”
“He makes all the decisions for Kim. And he thinks we have the same relationship.”