Alex
A couple of weeks later Bentley and I are on a date at the park. We’ve packed a picnic dinner, and are enjoying an evening showing ofCasablancaas we sit on our blanket, surrounded by other couples also enjoying an evening out and a movie in the park.
It’s in the mid sixties and we’re wearing long sleeves and pants, as well as having applied mosquito repellent to our faces to keep the annoying little buggers away.
When I’m finished with my fried chicken I use one of the wipes we brought along to clean my hands off and then scoot closer to Bentley and grip his hand, linking our fingers together as I rest my head on his shoulder.
He smiles and presses a kiss to my hair as he squeezes my hand. My heart is bursting with so much fondness for this man, so much affection. So much love. Every day with him is a blessing, and I’m realizing more and more how much I want forever with him. If I’m being honest with myself I think I’ve loved him since before we started dating, but telling him that might have scared the shit out of himso I haven’t said anything yet. It’s been a few months now, though, and I think I might have to say something soon or I’ll go crazy.
I switch positions, lying down with my head in his lap, and he grins, running his fingers through my hair.
When I get woken by soft caresses against my cheek I realize I’ve fallen asleep and the movie is over. I blush, giving him a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
“I’m not offended,” he tells me. “I have an idea.”
“What?” I say, as he runs his fingers through my hair again and I stare up at him.
“We could go home, take a bath together, and then go to bed, or we can go home and take a bath together, and then you could fuck me while I wear the black thong I just got, and afterwards I’ll give you a massage.”
I shoot up, my energy somehow revived. “You have a thong?”
He nods, grinning mischievously.
“Fuck, yes, that option. Let’s go.” I scramble to my feet and he laughs as I hurriedly pack up our things.
We play with and pet Marble for a few minutes after we walk in the door, and then we move to the bathroom and strip down.
We touch, and caress, and kiss as we wait for the tub to fill up, and by the time we’re stepping into the warm water I’m rock hard, and seeing Bentley’s cock dripping with precum just makes me harder.
He settles against the back of the tub and I slide between his legs, my back to his front, resting my head on his shoulder as his arms come around me and we soak, letting the warmth ease our sore muscles and relax our bodies, breathing in the lavender scented bubble bath Bentley added.
I groan when his big strong hand reaches down to gripmy erection and he gives me a few slow pulls. “Mmmm, that’s nice.”
“I’ll get you off if you think you can get hard for me again. I want this dick inside me when we’re done in here.” He presses kisses to my shoulder and ear, making me shiver as he continues to stroke me, slow and torturous. My eyes close and I spread my legs wider, my hand reaching up to slide around the back of his neck.
I nod and whimper as he uses his thumb to toy with my frenulum, making me buck up into him and gasp.
“Yes?” he says, on a husky chuckle, and I nod, unable to speak. Jesus this man is a menace in bed and fucking loves to torture me. He presses more soft, wet kisses to my heated skin as I thrust up into his hand, chasing my pleasure.
He doesn’t say a word, just keeps moving his hand, twisting his wrist on each upstroke, rubbing his thumb over my slit, driving me wild. Then he’s sliding his hand under my ass and slipping two fingers inside my hole, making me nearly shout as his other hand moves down to my balls and he rolls them in his hand, before tugging.
“Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Bentley.” I’m being impaled by his fingers and encased by his incredible hands on both ends as he works me, bringing me untold pleasure, and my body is shaking as my balls draw up and he pegs my sweet spot over and over as he plays with my sack. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” I whine.
When he squeezes my balls it’s game over, and I shout my release as my cock pulses untouched into the warm, soapy water, my ass clenching around his fingers still inside me. Then I’m breathing heavily as he releases me and I settle against him, aftershocks of pleasure working through me as his arms wrap around me. I jolt and gasp when he runs his fingers down my over-sensitive cock and balls, purring intomy ear. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come, darling.”
His words have another shiver running down my spine, and he cups my balls, just holding them gently now, while we sit, his aching cock pressed against my backside.
He nuzzles my neck with his nose and breathes me in, and for whatever reason I find his big hand cupping my balls to be incredibly erotic, and comforting at the same time, like he’s telling me he’s got me, and I’m safe, but also telling me I belong to him.
After a few more moments he starts to wash me off, and then I do the same to him, before we climb out. I shriek when he scoops me into his strong arms right after we’ve finished drying off and carries me to the bed, before tossing me on top of it. Fuck, that was hot.
“Okay, you should definitely do that more often,” I tell him, and he chuckles as he climbs on the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me slow and languid, until I’m hard once more, and leaking onto my belly.
“Wait,” I say. “You need your panties, and I have something for you, too.”
He sits back and raises an eyebrow. “What?”
I grin and roll out of bed. “You’ll see.”
