There’s nothing like receiving good oral sex from someone enthusiastic about doing it, and Ade for sure is happily getting his tongue in there, showing off, while he explores all my folds and creases and sensitive spots. It’s a great way to spend half an hour, lying back and letting him get stuck in, letting my body twitch and quiver as it will. He soon realises I wasn’t joking about my legs jerking uncontrollably, and shifts my ankles so he can settle his bodyweight above them.
“Oh, yeah… love you holding me down…”
He raises his head momentarily. “I could tie your arms down, too, if you like.”
“That won’t be necessary. Another time, maybe. Don’t let me distract you…”
He’s using his fingers now, carefully pulling the hood away from my clit to get his lips in there, sloshing saliva round where it’s extra sensitive, sucking that hypersensitive nub delicately so that I’m not quite screaming, just gasping with every tongue-stroke.
Ade speaks again. “The sound-proofing in this place is first-class. This room only backs onto the stairs, with double-skin fire-proof walls. So, y’know, feel free to make a noise…”
He returns to his fine work, adding a couple fingers inside me, pressing systematically in different spots to see what has greatest effect. As I’ve often told Dave, engineers make the best lovers! He finds a place to rub which has me moaning, then shifts up to hold my thighs in place while he intensifies what’s happening to my clit.
I feel it. That vibration all through my arsehole and pelvis as my muscles give in and relax. I have to yell out. No words, just emotion. I know I’m bucking up against his face.
“Steady on,” he mumbles as his nose gets bruised. He grabs my wrists to help hold me more still as I’m frantically moving against him, shrieking as his face remains buried between my legs. That extra constraint triggers a total loss of control, me screaming breathlessly, panting, shaking, and finally collapsing, covered in sweat and my own gushing juices.
Ade wipes his chin on my leg. He lies beside me in the knowledge of a job well done.
“Good?”
“You know it was. Stop fishing for compliments, you crafty bugger.”
“Men have delicate wee egos, you know.”
“It was most satisfactory.”
“Better than Will?”
I crack up laughing. “A lady does not divulge such information — shut it! I imagine he’s improved since he was twenty — you’d be best off asking Lindsey!”
“What? ‘Come on Linz, gimme a chance to prove I’m better at cunnilingus than your hubby?’ I can see that! She’d be at me with a frying pan, sooner than you can say Bob’s your uncle!”
“You’ll just have to die in ignorance, then. Poor you.”
“Fuck off. You give impressive reactions, you do. You want more?”
“Course. Easy on the poor old clit for now, though.”
“OK. No flicking the bean this minute.” He puts his fingers back in my vagina, adds a third, watching my face. “You really might be fistable, mightn’t you?”
“Mm. Never had a man do it.”
“A woman? S’pose that would be easier.”
“You’ve got fairly small hands. D’you have lube?”
“Is the Pope fuckin’ Catholic?” He pulls open a bedside drawer. There’s two large pump bottles of Liquid Silk, one near empty. Suggests he’s getting some regular action, but I don’t comment. “D’you want me to wear a glove?”
“Nah. Every mil counts.”
“Fair enough. You trot off the bathroom, have a wee piss, I’ll trim me nails… What? Off you go, I don’t want any UTIs on my watch, thank you. Just because I’m mainly fucking men nowadays doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten everything about female anatomy! Sheesh!”
I’ll humour him. I could do with a wee, anyway.
I return to find he’s not only clipped his nails but is buffing them to perfect curves. What a gent!
“A’right? Have a bit more of your wee drink. You lay back there nice, and we’ll see what we can do for you, eh?”
It’s rather like feeling all cared for at the hairdresser’s. Only without that fear of looking silly for weeks, afterward.
I prop pillows behind my back and get into the most relaxed position I can. He’s slicking up his hand generously, making clear it’s usually been a different orifice when he’s done this, then slides three fingers deep inside me, stretching my cunt round his knuckles.
He raises an eyebrow at me, cheekily. “Good so far?”
“Oh yeah — wriggle round — now that’s good.. Yeah, I like how you’re pushing there — gentle — yeah — oh yeah…”
My feedback dwindles into tiny nods and clenches of my lips, as slowly, slowly, he slides the width of his palm forward. He gestures to the side of the bed.
“Poured you another. You want to be relaxed as you can get.”
“No shit. I have done this before, you know.”
“Not with a man’s hand, you said.”
“Yours are narrow enough, I’m sure.” Not really bigger than Becky’s.
“Aye, well, if you’ve never had something wider than a cock in you in the last couple years, I’m being careful, all right doll?”
I can’t help sniggering. He takes advantage to slide slightly forward as my pelvis relaxes. “What?”
“Some toys are quite large… Inflatable, even.”
“Uh-huh.” I think he’s pushed in a bit further. “I don’t need to worry about your tender virgin arse next month, is that what you’re telling me?”
There’s many things one could say about my arse, but virgin and tender aren’t among them. Unless I’ve just endured an excellent play session, but that’s different.
“Really, not.” I laugh at him. “Sorry, did you think you were getting to deflower me?” I’m giggling now, which is helping the bases of his fingers move into me, as I can’t control myself.
“Doubt you’d have offered that up to daft wee me! Just, there’s a long distance between ‘done anal once’ and ‘total size queen’…”
“Yeah, well, the latter may be closer, but I’m no porn star with superhuman abilities, all right?”
“Nah. You’re better.” That cat-got-cream grin, again. He looks back at his own hand and he’s moving his thumb in for the kill, as it were, interspersing that with rubbing circles round my clit to turn me into jelly again.
His slow sleazy smile grows even bigger as he tucks his thumb into his palm where his curved hand has created a little space, and slides further. He’s got the widest part of his hand in already; this is just moving from two to three dimensions, now.
Every part of my vaginal wall is being pushed against, as I’m becoming filled up. My pelvic bones are being pressed on. Every knuckle and joint of his hand is pushing against nerve endings all round my cunt. I have to let go any control of my bladder, persuade my glute muscles to go slack, and just lie back and accept.
It’s so worth it.
Eventually, I detect pressure upwards round my opening that must be the base of his thumb. It’s pushing up against the bone there like it’s going to crack me in two, but carefully, easing that transition, preparing to pop me neatly apart like a chocolate Easter egg. There’s squelching noises. I’m the casing round a growing plant seed, getting fuller and fuller: his hand’s going to grow and I’m going to explode around it.
He’s stopped moving.
“We’re sucking diesel, now. How ’bout ye, doll? How you doing?”