Page 151 of The Goat in the Bedroom
“Only one,” Artie said. “I should have kissed you in that gym six years ago.”
“We got here eventually.”
“Yeah,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss me again while everyone cheered. “We did.”
When the crowd started yelling that we should get a room, I turned to the whole bunch of them and said, “I think we will. The rest of you can take your asses across the street and continue the party at Flynn's.” I grabbed Artie up into my arms princess style and headed toward the house. “We're going to be very busy for the next few hours.”
Jules retched. “Ew.”
Artie giggled and kicked her feet, turning about fifty shades of pink. But by the time I laid her on the bed and crawled up over her, kissing my way from her toes to her nose, that pink was the flush of her arousal.
“I want to take my time with you tonight.” We were gonna need lots of lube. I had plans. I reached across to the bedsidetable to pull out the surprise bottle of strawberry flavored lube I found.
But what I found in the drawer was absolutely not what I expected. Turned out my girl had plans for me too.
I liked to think I knew more than your average bi-guy about sex toys. One doesn’t just grow up next door to Mrs. Moore, the sex-positive, body-positive world-famous sex educator without receiving a ‘pleasure and protect’ gift bag or five. But I had never seen anything like this. I picked it up and turned it around trying to figure out the logistics.
“Artie…what is this?” I asked, almost afraid.
“That,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Is a strapless strap on.”
“A strapless…” I muttered.
“Yep. You see this part here,” she said, stroking her finger over one end shaped like a thickened bean, “Is called the Pony. That goes inside of me.”
“Inside of you,” I repeated entirely too slowly. Mostly because my brain was fritzing out. In a very good way.
“And this part,” she says stroking the other end… the long, ridged, very penis-shaped other end. “Goes inside you.”
My mouth went dry and I'm pretty sure my tongue cracked like a desert plain. I could feel my face heat at the thought of her being inside me, and I couldn’t even swallow, let alone talk.
Artie mistook my silence and panicked. “Oh no, do you hate it?”
“No, baby, no, no, no.” I managed to rasp out. “I definitely don’t hate it.”
“Gryff, you have been so good to me, so patient and so devoted to helping me find myself and my pleasure. I wanted to do the same for you.” She pressed the softest of kisses to my lips. “When you said nobody ever let you bottom, I wanted to give youthat. You take care of everybody and me so well, let me take care of you.”
I blinked way too many times, trying to hold back the tears her words pulled from my eyes. This woman. This gorgeous, sweet, sensitive, ferocious warrior woman wanted to give me everything I ever needed. She’d already shown me how she will protect me, but this? For her to make sure I am taken care of in every way?
I couldn’t believe I got to spend the rest of my life with her.
“I love you, my sweet strawberry girl. I love you so fucking much. You’re my best friend, my lover, and now you’re going to be my wife.” I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her soundly, the toy trapped between us. “So yes, I would love for you to take care of me like this. I want to spend the rest of our lives taking care of each other in every way.”
Her smile was like sunshine, that only grew brighter when she pulled on the hem of my shirt, undressing me. “I can't wait to show you exactly how much I love you and can take care of you.”
I stripped down like I was being timed while Artie went to bathroom, returning naked with, adorably, a bottle of vanilla latte lube, and some towels. “I’ve been doing some reading so I am feeling pretty confident, but you’ll let me know if I do anything you don’t like, right?”
“Artie, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like,” I answer. “But we will learn together. Always together.”
Artie lubed her end of the toy and slipped it inside of herself, turning to model it for me. “What do you think?”
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. There, between my wife’s powerful thighs, nestled against her trimmed curls, was her hot pink cock. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees and, with a wink, took her down my throat as far as I could.
Above me she gasped and whispered something that sounded like holy library.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“Lay on the bed and spread your legs,” she told me, her eyes glassy and glittering. I did as she asked and she propped a couple of pillows up under my hips. “I just want to open you up.”
