Page 49 of Bartholomew
“You just… you know… inside of me?” I panted out, completely mortified and unable to articulate anything with any real clarity.
“You think I give a flying fuck about the fact that I came inside this beautiful pussy? Babygirl, I will fill you over and over and over again and clean you up with my tongue every single time, if it means I can taste your sweet folds. You are delicious, delectable and deserve to be treated like the succulent dessert you are. Now hush and feel.”
Mouth agape, I could only obey as his tongue set to work, making good on every word he had just spoken. He licked me slowly, none of the early rush evident in his motions. No, this time was different. This time, his touch felt almost reverent. I pushed away the embarrassment, both of his tongue on me there and the fact that he was licking up the evidence of both of our orgasms, and focused solely on the feelings he gave me.
My hands moved down my body, emboldened by his words and the way he touched me, until I could thread my fingers through his hair.
“That’s it, firefly. Give in to it. Guide me. Show me what feels good,” he murmured against my folds. Lazily, he lapped at me, the tingling sensations building slowly and steadily this time.
“Your tongue feels so good when you do that,” I breathed out as his tongue flicked just under the hood of my clit, making my thighs twitch under the pressure. His answering groan of approval vibrated through me, making me gasp as his efforts renewed. His tongue moved back and forth, between flicks to my tender nub and venturing lower to lap up at the wetness of my opening. Back and forth, as the sensations grew within me.
This time, as the orgasm approached, it wasn’t a surprise. It was like the sunrise in the morning as it came in over the hills. His hands held me, strong and secure, against his mouth as emotions flooded me. I blinked back tears and my orgasm crested, pulling me over that hill and into the abundant bliss that only he had ever provided. My back arched and fireworks exploded inside me once more as he pushed me further, until my pussy was gushing, and my clit felt so sensitive and overstimulated it almost hurt. My hands fisted tightly in his hair, holding him to me as he licked me slowly back down to Earth once more.
I barely noticed as he moved to lie beside me again, gently wiping an errant tear from my cheek, one that escaped without my notice.
“I need you again, Delilah,” he whispered, pressing kisses against my cheeks as he took my face in his hands. I could only nod as he moved atop me, my thighs parting to make room for the width of his hips.
He entered me, this time with an assuredness that spoke of longing and need, of reverence and of intimacy. Our eyes met and refused to part as he took me fully into his arms. My legs lifted to wrap around his hips, no longer needing guidance. I had learned the steps of this dance under his careful tutelage. I knew the moves. All I needed now was him.
We moved together, connected in every way two people could be. His hands gripped me tightly, and mine did the same. Our hips moved together, faster and faster; a freight train running down the tracks, unable to be stopped.
“I need you, firefly,” he whispered, his eyes alight with desire and need. For me.
“I need you, Ollie,” I whimpered in response, feeling so much emotion swell within me. His words had teased and titillated me all night, but now there were no more words beyond our simple confessions of need. Just us. Just this. Together, as we crested that final orgasm, shaking in each other’s arms, pressed as closely together as physically possible.
For long moments after, we stayed just like that, clinging to one another, eyes fixated on the other person as our bodies shuddered and trembled under the strength of the love we had just made.
I was no fool. I knew that love was unlikely at this stage. We barely knew one another. But what I felt for this man, for my husband, as he lay over me in the quivering aftermath of this incredible experience, this incredible night, was beyond explanation.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my lips. Our breath mingled, and I relaxed against him.
“That was incredible,” I said with a smile. I was in fluttering awe of everything that had just happened. “I feel like I’m floating,” I chuckled.
“So do I,” he admitted, leaning in for another slow kiss. “We should move,” he stated, his length slipping from my folds. I felt his seed slip from my body, too. Ew.
“What is that face?” he chuckled, standing up from the bed.
“There’s no polite way to say this but… sticky,” I admitted. He let out a loud guffaw of laughter and sauntered off to the attached bathroom. Goodness, his butt was cute. I blushed in response to my own thoughts. Here I was, ogling my husband’s naked butt. Granted, here I was laying naked as a jaybird in bed after I had just had the experience of a lifetime with said husband. My mind was reeling with thoughts unprocessed.
I shook them from my mind, not wanting to tackle any of them; not wanting to do anything that could burst this little bubble of euphoria I was currently in.
Ollie returned a moment later with a washcloth in hand. He laid beside me once more, his hand bringing the warm, wet cloth to my nether region and cleaning me up with a gentleness that still surprised me. He peppered kisses along my shoulder as he did so.
“You are incredible, firefly,” he whispered against my skin.
“Why do you call me that?” I asked, the question popping back into my mind.
“Call you what? firefly?”
“Yes. Or any of the other names, for that matter,” I elaborated. He pulled back the covers, giving me space to crawl in. The warmth it provided soothed my very soul and warmed my skin, which had cooled quickly in the aftermath of our play.
“I enjoy calling you little pet names. They suit you,” he explained, immediately pulling me into the warmth of his body. I tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed against his side, my head resting against the hollow of his shoulder.
“Yeah, but why those names?” I questioned, feeling his fingers moving lightly up and down my arm. I rested my hand on his chest, the thumping of his heartbeat soothing me.
“They fit you. Truly, they do.” I shook my head at his answer, which only resulted in him pulling me closer and kissing my temple. “You can disagree all you want, but unless they truly bother you, I have every intention of continuing on in my pet name calling.”
“I suppose I don’t mind,” I sighed contentedly, already feeling sleep creeping in.
