The pleasure was too much. It was too overwhelming as my release surged forward. I was going to come again, and it was going to be debilitating.
“Fuuuck!” I cried out. My hands gripped the blanket I laid on as I sought something to keep my body on earth. The tremors and quakes kept coming as I convulsed on the bed. Nate’s fingers delicately rubbed circles on my thighs as I rode out the orgasm.
I wasn’t sure how long my release lasted. It felt like eons by the time the shudders ceased.
“That was…,” I started, but my words trailed off, because there was no vocabulary to describe how it felt.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I was too exhausted to blush at his compliment. Doing my best to sit up, I propped myself on my elbows, my breasts still exposed from the rolled bra.
Nate’s eyes were still glued to the apex of my thighs, and when I tried to close my legs, he playfully slapped my thigh to halt the movement.
“You have the prettiest pussy. Like… these lips right here,” he said, stroking the sensitive skin, “I could suck on them all day.”
“I feel weird with you staring at my… stuff.” I waved a hand around, gesturing to the area in question.
“It’s my pussy now. I can stare at it whenever I want.”
“Um, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Nate chose that moment to stand. His large, burly frame towered over me. I tracked his movements to the head of the bed, where he lay down, arms open wide on either side of him. “And right now, I want you to bring that pussy over here. Sit on my face, and let me taste my other dessert.”
Something about the way he demanded it, the way he insisted on me riding his face, left no question in my mind about my next move. I twisted around and slowly moved on all fours toward him.
“That’s right, baby. Crawl to me.”
As I reached the waistband of his shorts, a thought came to mind. I could give him pleasure at the same time.
With a devilish smirk in his direction, I dipped my fingers underneath the waistband and began tugging down his shorts.
Just as he lifted his hips in the air for me to remove his shorts, a cry came from his pocket.
What the hell?
“Fuck.” His hand fumbled with the device as he pulled it out. I couldn’t see the screen, but he pressed a few buttons.
“Daddy, my tummy hurts.” I wasn’t exactly sure which twin was crying, but it sounded like Molly.
“I need to go. Fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“No, go. It’s okay. I understand.”
Like a switch flipped, he pressed his lips to my forehead as he tugged up his shorts. I covered myself with the edge of the blanket, using it as a shield of sorts. Just as Nate twisted the knob to the bedroom door, he turned to glance at me over his shoulder.
“I will make it up to you.”
“I know.”
He left the room, and I suddenly felt like he drained me of all my energy. My eyes grew heavy, and my limbs felt like massive weights. Reluctantly, I got out of the bed and got myself ready for the night. It was still early, too early to call it a night, but my body had other plans.
After a quick splash of cold water on my face, I felt slightly more alert. I pulled on a fresh pair of panties, shorts, and a camisole after brushing my teeth. I glanced out the window and noticed dusk was just settling beyond the tree line. The night was closing in.
There was a small television in the room, and I grabbed the remote. I considered lighting a candle to mask the smell of sex in the room, but I decided I didn’t want to hide what Nate had done with me.
Slipping under the covers, I turned to rest on my side and scrolled through the guide menu for the cable network. At first, it seemed like I was going to have to settle on some reality television, but then a show from the 1990s came on. I wasn’t around for the initial airing, but Andrew loved the reruns late at night, and I used to sneak downstairs to watch it with him. The Hey, Dude opener lit up the screen, and I hummed along to the theme song about killer cacti, smiling the entire time.
I wasn’t sure how many episodes I watched. It seemed like there was a marathon or something with that and Salute Your Shorts. Darkness had fallen over the bed-and-breakfast. The shadows of the night settled in my room.
