Jennifers surrender, p.26
Jennifer's Surrender, page 26
“Jen, I’ve always been attracted to you, but, well, but I never acted on it for obvious reasons. But these last couple of days, being with you…” he trailed off collecting his thoughts. “I’m not looking for a submissive to play with or for just sex.” Then he laughed and shook his head, “God, I must be the biggest idiot in the world to have a gorgeous, naked woman in my bed and I can’t believe I just said that out loud.” I smiled, but he wasn’t finished. “Look, if we do this, it will change things. Hell, things have already changed. But I want more than just sex. I want a relationship. With you. And I get it if you’re not ready given what you’ve just been through…”
I didn’t let him finish. I reached over and grabbed his hand and put it on my heart so he could feel how fast it was beating. He stopped talking and left his hand there for a moment while we smiled at each other. Then he moved it and took my breast into his hand and started playing with it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his smile changed.
He pulled his Tshirt and boxers off and then turned back to me. He rolled me onto my back and got on top of me and took my mouth into his. It started out as a sweet, sensitive kiss, testing the waters. But it soon took on a passion, our tongues dancing, our teeth nibbling and biting each other’s lips. His hard cock was pressed into me, the base of it right over my clit. I wiggled a little bit and just the pressure of it, and the kissing and I moaned into his lips. He pulled back and smiled a lazy sexy smile at me.
He pushed my arms above my head and held them up there as he started kissing my neck on that spot that I love. He was biting it now and I could feel it all the way down to my pussy, it felt so good. He started moving down my body, his mouth now on my nipple and his hand on the other one, his fingers mimicking what his tongue and teeth and lips were doing. He teased and nibbled and bit, the intensity getting more and more and I was moaning, “Mmmm, you like that, do you?” he asked rhetorically and pinched harder and I moaned louder.
He kissed a trail down to my shaved mound and then settled in between my legs, pushing them up with his hands. I knew I was already wet, already open, but his tongue opened me more, exploring, licking my lips, leisurely, one side, then the other, then up the middle. Oh, just feeling his tongue in there, I wanted more. His tongue licked straight up to my clit and he started circling it and sucking on it as he stuck a finger inside me. “Oooh, Bill.” I moaned and he smiled against my clit. He started easing his finger in and out as he continued to suck on my nub. Then he stuck a second finger in and I know I moaned again. He found my G-spot, curling his fingers and the sensation of that and him sucking on my clit, I started feeling my orgasm rising, that tingling all over as it rose and rose and he kept sucking and finger fucking me until I exploded trembling and shaking. He kept going until the last spasm and then tenderly kissed my thighs, and made his way back up and kissed me so I could taste myself.
I tried to push my way down, I wanted to suck him but he shook his head. He pushed my legs up with his knees and rubbed the head of his cock on my opening. And in one smooth thrust slid in, making both of us moan. He looked down at me so intensely as he held my arms above my head and started moving, slowly at first, finding our rhythm. I loved the feel of his hands on my arms, holding me in place. A slow smile came over him as he started to faster and deeper. I hooked my ankles around his hips and he released my arms for a moment to grab my legs and put my ankles around his neck. He smile again and put his hands back on my biceps, then leaned down and kissed me while he drove his cock into me. The intensity of it all. His kiss, his cock, his hands, I started feeling like I was going to come again. I was pinned under him and I knew he could feel it too and he didn’t stop, didn’t stop any of it. He just kept going and going until I burst, moaning into his mouth as he kept kissing me the entire time. Finally, after I stopped shaking he released my lips.
“That’s two.” He growled sexily.
“Did you have a goal in mind?” I panted, smiling up at him.
“Well, I’ve known you what, eight years? That’s what we’ll shoot for. Eight.”
“Eight!?!” I shrieked.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he asked, biting my nipple eliciting a small yip.
“What are you trying to kill me by orgasm?” we both laughed.
“There are worse ways to go.” He said devilishly and I thought, who am I to argue as he turned me over and slid into me from behind. “Hold onto the headboard.” He said and I reached up and grabbed on. “Don’t let go.”
“Or what?” I teased.
“Or I’ll spank you.” he said as he bit the back of my neck.
“Mmmm, promises, promises.” I shot back and he laughed.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to take you over my knee, Jennifer. In fact, I think I’m going to have to punish you just for that.” I know my pussy clenched hearing that, which he obviously felt, “Oooh, someone’s looking forward to that.” And I laughed again. Then he rammed into me and I stopped laughing and started moaning again. He had one hand on my nipple and the other holding my hips pulling me back into him. He fucked me hard, pounding into me, thrust after thrust. I held on as I met him each time, arching back into him, clenching his cock each time he pulled out. I couldn’t believe it but I felt like I was going to come again. I know he could feel it too as he kept rolling and pinching my nipple and slamming harder and harder.
My legs started trembling and my whole body started shaking as I cried, “Ooooohhhhh Biiiiiillllll.” And came again.
Only when the spasming finally stopped did he slow down and whispered, over my shoulder, “That’s three.” And we both laughed. He pulled out and then said, “Come here, I want you on top of me. I want to see you.”
“I think you’re just looking to take a break.” I teased, not that I could blame him, as I straddled and eased myself down onto him. I let my head roll back as I got used to the feeling from this angle. It had been a while since I had been on top. Not surprisingly, Sir, uh Stephen, wasn’t too fond of that position. I started slowly rocking back and forth, grinding my clit into him.
“Jesus, Jen, you are so beautiful.” Bill said as he looked up at me. My hair was spilling down my shoulders, my breasts peeking out from the ends. I was taking my time, catching my breath, exploring riding up and down versus grinding on him. He beamed up at me and put his hands on my hips, guiding me, grinding harder on him. “Push your hair back and touch yourself.” He said, so I cupped my breasts and started pinching my nipples as I rocked back and forth.
I couldn’t believe I could come again so quickly, but the rocking and grinding, every time he brought me forward, his cock hit my G-spot and coupled with my clit grinding on him and me pinching my own nipples a slow, easy, rolling orgasm started to overtake me.
“Oh Bill, oh, Bill, oh, I can’t, I can’t, oh Bill, oooohhhh…”
“Yes, that’s my girl, come again, I want to see, yes, oh, yes,” he said as I felt it again.
When I opened my eyes, he was grinning up at me and just held up four fingers. I laughed and shook my head. With him still inside me, I reached over to grab a bottle of water from the night stand and took a sip. I motioned to him and he nodded. So I said, “Open wide.”
“Hey, that’s my line.” He said with a smile and then opened his mouth and I poured water in.
“More?” I asked.
“You’re only half way there.”
“I meant water!”
“I know.” He said, grabbing the bottle from me, putting it back on the night stand and then roughly grabbing my hips and turning us so I was on my back and he was on his side. A new position. Oh my god, he was going to fuck me to death!
In the end, we got to six when he finally came. I couldn’t believe that I could come that much. After having been with someone who was big on orgasm denial, this was definitely the other side of the coin.
After going to the bathroom, when I came back to bed, Bill was lying on his back. I curled up onto his chest and he stroked my hair. “How you doing? You ok?” he asked tenderly.
I looked up at him, “You’re asking this of the girl you just gave six orgasms?”
“I know, we didn’t meet our goal. But there’s still middle of the night sex, and any orgasms then go towards the final tally.”
“Is this like an Olympic sport for you?! If so, what do you think the Russian judge will give us?”
He pinched my nipple and I yelped. “The Russians are very demanding. They’ll definitely want to see if we make up the last two.”
“Good to know. Next time, I’m going to stretch before coming to bed.”
We laid there for a bit and then he tipped my chin up so I was looking at him and said, “Seriously, are you ok?”
“I’m light years past ok, Bill. You?” I was surprised to hear myself say that, but that kneejerk reaction was accurate. In all the time that Stephen kept telling me to stop thinking about what we were doing, I was finally able to apply that principle. Just not with him. The sex with Bill was amazing. And I felt great. Part of me did want those ugly memories erased, but I knew that the sex with Bill had nothing to do with what I had experienced previously. Only I had the power to connect the two, and I didn’t want to taint what just happened with Bill with anything else.
“I just wish I hadn’t waited so long.” He said and kissed the top of my head. “Now, get some rest. You’re going to need it.” He said devilishly as he turned out the light and I fell fast asleep just like that.
I woke up in the middle of the night with him spooning behind me, playing with my pussy. I arched back to give him a better angle and he slid his cock in. It was a slow lazy fuck at first, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing my nipple, our bodies rocking back and forth together, until we both started feeling it. He rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me hard until I screamed, bringing on his orgasm. He collapsed on top of me and we just lay there, me feeling the weight of him on me until he rolled off. Before he could say anything, I whispered, “Seven.” And heard him chuckle. We both drifted off after that.
When I woke in the morning, I was surprised to find Bill still asleep next to me. Poor guy was probably exhausted given all the ‘work’ he did. I still hadn’t had a chance to taste him, and I thought a morning blow job would be a nice way of saying thank you. I burrowed down under the covers to find morning wood. Not completely hard yet, but most of the way there. I licked the tip first, familiarizing myself with him, tasting myself on him. Then I took him in my mouth, sliding all the way down. I started working his cock and soon felt his hands in my hair, “Mmmm, God that feels good, Jen.” I loved hearing that and loved being able to give him pleasure like this. I increased my rhythm sucking him root to tip, relaxing my throat so I could take him all the way. He groaned and I kept sucking. I could feel his cock twitch and his balls draw up as he moaned and came into my mouth. I sucked until the last drop, enjoying the taste of him, happy to be able to please him.
When I poked my head from out of the cover he had a silly grin on his face. “I just had the craziest dream.” He teased and I took the bait.
“Oh yeah? What happened?”
“I was in the Olympics…” he said and then trailed off as he pulled me to him. We hugged and he said, “Morning, Jen.”
“Good morning, Bill.”
We laid there for a while, him stroking my back, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “I don’t know why, but I’m starving.” He said. “Come on, breakfast.”
“Yes, sir.” I flinched the minute I said it.
“Jen, it’s ok. I’m not him. And I like it.”
“But I can still call you Bill?”
“That is my name.” he smiled. “Jen, we’ll figure this out. Now come on, I’m starving.”
We made omelets and toast and ate outside. It was already warm, and I loved being able to take advantage of such a nice setting. Given the choice, I would always choose to be out in nature, even if it was just a backyard.
As comfortable as I was with Bill, breakfast was a little awkward. In the silence, I started retreating into my mind, wondering what the hell I had just done. I wasn’t really eating, more like moving the food around on my plate.
“Jen, sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?”
I turned to him, tears in my eyes, wishing I weren’t so damn emotional. The clarity that I’d had the night before had time to marinate in my brain, and it wasn’t so clear anymore. “I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I mean, I just got out of one relationship, if you can even call it that, and now, now I’m sleeping with my boss a week later?”
“Jen, I stopped being just your boss a while ago. We both know that. Last night just consummated it. My feelings haven’t changed.”
“But, but don’t you think there’s something wrong with me to start something with you so quickly?”
“What would the right amount of time be? Is there a magic number?” he asked and I shrugged. “The way I see it is, we’ve had feelings for each other for a long time, and, for better or worse, the opportunity presented itself now. Would it be better or clearer if it were months from now? Perhaps. But that’s not what was put in front of us.”
The words he said made sense, but I was still feeling so confused. He obviously saw that. He scooted his chair back and then his whole demeanor changed. “Jennifer, come here.” He said and patted his thighs. I immediately felt my pussy tingle as I got up and walked over to him. “Pull down your shorts and lay your body over my knees.” I swallowed and did exactly as he said. He held my back down with one arm and then started spanking me. The first few spanks stung, but then, then it turned into that strange feeling for me. He went on for a while, and I know I was crying, but it was such a good cleansing crying as he spanked the sobs worked themselves out and then finally I was at peace. When he felt my crying subside and my breathing come back he started rubbing my ass gently. Eventually, he helped me up and sat me on his lap.
“Better?” he asked sincerely, stroking my cheek, and I nodded as I sniffled.
“Thank you.” I said, embarrassed, unable to look him in the eye. He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“I’m starting to think there’s something seriously wrong with me. I, I liked that.” I looked down again, but he brought my face back up to him. “I, I needed that.”
“I know you did. That’s why I gave it to you, sweetheart. So what’s to feel bad about?”
“What kind of person needs that?” I huffed, shaking my head. “And, I don’t want this to turn into what I had with him.”
Bill stiffened, “Jennifer, I am not Stephen. Period. Whatever you and I end up doing, some of it might resemble things you did with him, but I already told you, I’m looking for a relationship, with an equal. The fact that your body, or your emotions respond to a release like spanking doesn’t mean anything other than that’s what your body likes. Would you think poorly if you got that same release from say, going for a long run?” I shook my head. “It’s somewhat mental, it’s somewhat physical. You enjoy it. I enjoy it. Period.”
I tried to get off his lap but his hold on me tightened. “Jen, if you need time, I’m ok with that. But what I’m not ok with is you thinking that because he spanked you and I spanked you, that he and I are the same. We’re not.”
Bill was right. He wasn’t Stephen. The love and the care that he had already shown me, the normalcy of the time we had spent together so far, it wasn’t some game. He didn’t need to put me in my place.
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I know you’re not him. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“Look, Jen. A lot has happened for you over the last few months, and now, over the last week. I’m here for you. I’ve been here for you. And I’ll continue to be here for you.”
He loosened his grip and I stood up. He stood to meet me and pulled me into a hug and then kissed me tenderly. “I’m going to run some errands, give you some time to be alone and think a bit, ok?” I nodded. He was a good man.
I took the afternoon to sit and think about what I wanted and who I’d become. In a few short months I had so totally lost myself, I had given myself over to someone else. I couldn’t have imagined ever ending up where I was before Bill came along. But I allowed it. I let Stephen use my body and manipulate my mind. I was culpable.
And now, I had fallen into a relationship with Bill. My boss. How would that work? And, should I be on my own to figure out what I wanted before hopping into things with him? Was it just bad timing? Could I trust myself to know if I truly wanted him?
When Bill came home I was floating naked in the pool. I still didn’t have a bathing suit with me. This time, when I opened my eyes and found him grinning down at me, I didn’t immediately try to hide. He took off his clothes and it was obvious that he was happy to see me as he waded into the water. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I immediately melted against him, feeling his cock between my legs as I wrapped them around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slid his cock in and pulled me down on top of him so quickly I gasped, which made him smile proudly. Guys. We bobbed up and down but couldn’t get enough leverage, so he walked to the shallow end and carried me up the stairs, with his cock still inside me, to the chaise lounge and somehow gently laid me down without ever disengaging. His focus was so intense on me, he never took his eyes off me and then he started raining kisses down on me. On my face, on my neck, on my chest, as he said, “Stay, Jen. Take all the time you need to think, but stay. I know you want to run. But I want you to stay. I like coming home to you. Please stay.”
I knew if I spoke I’d start crying again. So I just nodded and kissed him as he made me feel like the most desired woman in the world.
We showered together after, lovingly lathering each other. Once dried he said, “Let’s have a cocktail, make dinner and talk.”
