"There's never anything wrong with Pop Rocks, or Now and Later candies. I'd love to hear about these movies, though."
"Sit back, and I'll start the first one. I'm taking a chance that you like it. I remember watching it and thinking it was cool."
We both sit, and he dims the lights before putting his arm around me. Then he uses the remote to start the movie. "Oh my God, Real Genius! I love this movie."
"I had a feeling."
I snuggle in closer to him, and toss some popcorn in my mouth. This date is definitely starting out right. We laugh and kiss throughout most of the movie, and then he turns on Weird Science. I tease him about only wanting to see then create the "perfect" woman.
"The perfect woman for me is in my arms right now."
We don't see much of the movie as our kissing turns more passionate. I want to take things further, but Blake stops me from taking his shirt off. "You don't want to."
"I do. But not here. I want you in my bed."
"Let's go," I say, standing and trying to pull him up with me.
"The movie's not over."
"I've seen it a bunch of times. I've been waiting twenty years to see you with all of your clothes off. Are you really going to make me wait longer?"
"No," he says with a laugh. "I was just trying to be a gentleman for a little bit longer."
"I don't need a gentleman. I need you."
"Oh wow, you really are impatient if you're insulting me at this stage of the game."
"Blake," I say, practically growling his name. I won't beg-yet-but I'm not opposed to threats.
"Scary Audrey is kind of hot," he tells me, throwing me over his shoulder. "Let's play."
Chapter 8
Audrey
Blake carries me up a back staircase, and down the hall to his rooms. He doesn't stop until he's in front of his bed, and then he tosses me onto it. I pop up to my knees and pull him down with me. I don't care if it makes me look desperate or needy, because I am both of those things right now. Blake laughs against my mouth, and I smack his arm.
"I'm not into pain, Dree," he tells me with a raised eyebrow.
"Dree?"
"Everyone else calls you ‘Aud' and I wanted something different."
"I like it."
"Good, because I like you."
This time when I reach for the hem of his shirt, he lets me pull it off. I suck in my breath, because the view is even better than what I was expecting. He has a light dusting of dark hair across his pecs, and forming a happy trail between some well-defined abs. I want to lick those abs, and bite them. I settle for running my hands over them for now.
"My turn," he says, lifting my shirt over my head. "Gorgeous. You are so fucking gorgeous."
He runs his knuckles over the lace of my bra, making my nipples even harder. When he leans over to suck one into his mouth, I think I see stars. I arch my back as he reaches around to undo my bra, and I whimper as his mouth leaves me. As soon as my bra's gone, his mouth is back, giving my other nipple the same attention.
We keep it above the waist for quite a while. I suck on his nipples, and get my chance at those abs, but then it's too much for both of us. I slide a hand into his shorts, using my other one to hold his mouth to mine. I feel him hard and heavy in my hand as I stroke him. He pulls my hair out of the bun, and twists it around his hand before sliding his other hand into my pants.
As his fingers find my folds, I stroke him harder. He slips one inside, and presses on my clit as I nearly come undone. Things move even faster after that. Our clothes are quickly removed, and Blake sheaths his cock in a condom before thrusting into me.
"It's so good. Damn, you feel so good," he says.
I can only moan in response. It feels amazing to have him finally inside of me. He angles my hips up, hitting me exactly where I need him. Just like he wanted, my brain shuts down. All I'm doing is feeling.
I bite into his neck to stop from screaming, as he swivels his hips. I'm not even coming yet, and he's got me screaming. Dear God, he's good. Missionary with other men was nothing like this.
"You gonna come for me? I'm holding back as best I can, but I won't last much longer in your sweet pussy."
"I'm close. You can go."
"Ladies first. Always," he says as he grinds on me while twisting his hips again.
He leans down to take one of my nipples back into his mouth, and I'm flying over the edge as he rolls his tongue around it. I scream and say a bunch of gibberish in Spanish as he starts jerking and shaking inside of me. It's better than I ever fantasized about, and since my fantasies lately have been very inventive, that's saying something.
"That was … ," I say.
"Oh yeah it was. It would've only been better if I'd been bare."
"Sorry, but no can do."
"I'm clean."
"So am I, but I'm working on a new birth control shot, so I went off my old one to get ready for the tests."
"You test your own shots?"
"Of course. I try out whatever I can. Some things aren't suited for me, so someone else on my team will try it out."
"That's very commendable, but it sucks for me right now. How long until you can start the new one?" he asks, nuzzling my neck.
"At least a month."
"I can wait. Besides, I bought the condoms at Costco, so we won't run out for a day or two."
"Aww, that's so cute. You think you're still young enough to go all night."
"Hey now. I may not be a young stud, but I can go at least three times. Since it's you, I'm thinking four is a more likely number."
"Oh yeah? How long?"
"Now," he says, leaning back and smirking at me.
My eyes widen when I see that he's fully erect again already. I lick my lips and motion towards the bathroom. "Shower. Now."
"So demanding."
"So worth it," I say as I walk in front of him through the door.
"Without a doubt, Dree. Without a fucking doubt."
I turn on the water while he takes care of the condom, and then he's pushing me against the wall, and running his hands all over me. "This shower is insane, "I tell him.
It's a large half circle that's big enough for a stone bench to fit against a part of the glass. I would guess that about ten people could shower in here without ever touching. There's an overhead rain shower, plus wall jets, and hand sprayers. The possibilities are endless.
"I know what I want to do to you. Will you let me?"
"I don't know what you want."
"Trust me."
I look into his eyes, and know that I do. Maybe I shouldn't, but I trust him. "Yes."
He pulls me away from the wall, and leads me to the bench. I lie down for him, and then he pulls my ass to the edge, and spreads my legs wide. There's a wicked glint in his eyes when he grabs the closest sprayer from the wall and gets on his knees in front of me. The water from above is running down his chest, and I want to lick the droplets off so badly that I start to sit up.
"Not your turn yet."
That's all the warning I get, and then he's twisting the sprayer until it's on a steady massage stream. I squirm in anticipation. There's no way he's not going to use it on me-and in me-and I want it. Now.
"Please," I beg.
He kisses two fingers, and then they're inside of me. The water hits me a moment later, and the combined sensations inside of me makes me arch my back. "That's it. Take your pleasure."
His mouth descends on my clit, and I start to go crazy. I can't even describe what it feels like, having his fingers and tongue playing with me while the water overstimulates my most intimate place. He shifts the sprayer and the water pulses onto my clit. His fingers and mouth never stop as he takes turns with the water, back and forth until my eyes practically roll back into my head.
I hold on as long as possible, actively participating because I can't stay still. I'm taking the pleasure he wanted me to, and it may just kill me. I just need one more thing, and I give it to myself. I cup my breasts in my hands and pinch both nipples. I don't need the extra stimulation this time, but I want it. I want all of me to feel what's coming, and I do.
I shatter, coming harder than I ever remember before. Everything goes dark for a minute, and then I'm focusing on Blake as he crawls up me, abandoning the shower head as he kisses his way up. I take his face in my hands and claim his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and it triggers an aftershock, making him buck against him.
"I want to marry that sprayer," I tell him when I finally let him go.
"It wasn't acting on its own, you know," he says, looking affronted.
"Oh believe me, I know. Now, it's my turn."
Blake
What I just did to Audrey is probably the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. I seriously had to hold myself back, because my body was ready to come right along with hers. I don't know how I'm going to top that, but I'll think of something. Later. Or tomorrow. Right now, I'm about to get a blow job, and since I've been dreaming about having her mouth on me for days, I need to focus.