He was wild with his kisses afterward and I was dazed and confused. He threw me over his shoulder and dropped me on the bed, throwing my legs around his neck and proceeding to scoff my womanhood. As if my fervour could get any deeper… but it just had.
Chapter XXI
True Love Travels
The months started to roll into one another and I felt blue. I was existing, not living. I was waiting for my life to really commence, though our passion was heightened by our periods of separation. I always wanted more from Noah. But always, he knew just how to keep me steady and pliant. He knew how to appease me for the foreseeable. This was one such occasion…
It had been one of those days and one of those nights and I got home, collapsing on the sofa in an exhausted heap. The hotel had been busy and then the man I was set up to deal with that night wanted me to initiate him in the art of anal sex. He claimed his wife was always complaining it hurt too much and never let him get past the first hurdle, leaving him frustrated and unsatisfied many times…
I told him, “You need lots of lube. The more the better. Lots of pussy juice or any lubricant from your local pharmacy ought to do the trick. You could try easing some fingers inside her first, stretching the hole until she is comfortable. You could try pressing a dildo in there to see if there is a better way of entering her. She could buy some plugs to break herself in. It is not easy to break a woman's behind but it can be exquisite, if the lady likes it. I would advise testing some fingers inside her first to see if she likes it.”
“She really likes it,” he insisted.
“Good, so the plugs. Then the stretching. Then your cock going in slowly.”
He whipped his member out and it was ginormous. I wondered how he even entered her vagina with that thing.
“Oh,” I said.
“Yes,” he said.
“Your wife is a brave woman.”
“I know. It has always been a problem.”
“My advice, is, double fuck her. Your cock in her first hole and a small dildo in the other. Then, you can mimic the action, if nothing else. It's too large, sir. Too large.”
“But, I looked online. Others are larger and manage it.”
“Others are not your wife. I doubt she would complain if it did not actually hurt.”
“Tell me… do you take it?” he asked.
“Yes. My partner is around eight and a half inches. Thick too. But, I practise for him.”
“I want to see yours,” he said.
“You cannot penetrate me,” I warned. “I love my boyfriend.”
“Just a look?” he asked, innocently. He was gorgeous. A squat but well-built Italian with a massive cock. Ten inches or more. Damn him.
“Okay,” I said.
I got naked and placed myself on the bed, on all fours. He licked my arsehole.
“Just a little lubrication,” he insisted.
“I shall have to whip you now,” I warned.
“Okay,” he agreed, too easily.
I was too horny to say no. I was agreeable and he immediately sensed this.
He tongued inside my hole and I gasped. It was a lovely feeling to have a man's delicate mouth inside my tightest entry.
“It tastes good, Lottie. Bitter and wonderful. You're very aroused.”
I nearly always was…
“Thank you,” I told him.
He proceeded to try some fingers, inching one in and sliding in and out. He tried two and I accommodated him easily. He tried four, with a squeeze, but I did not complain.
“Please could I give it a try? Please. Just for my sanity if nothing else.”
“Condom and lots of lube, and very slow,” I warned. “Very, very, slow.”
He could probably tell my back passage was accustomed to invasions from a cock. It had gotten a little loose and it gave easier than other arseholes that had never been explored. Noah had torn me the first time but ever since, he had been welcomed willingly. I wore a plug in my bottom one night each week. The placing of it there always aroused me to the point where I had to touch myself during. There was just something taboo and wonderful about filling yourself there. It was a territory that required delicate attention and yet it delighted in the rough manners of a rogue lover.
The man got himself ready and moved up behind me. I warned again, “Remember what I said.”
“Of course.”
He used his fingers again and waited until I was slightly agape. Without hesitation, once I was ready, he tried moving his dick-head inside. His penis was too much to handle but too much to deny. The burning-hot sensation was replaced by infinite pleasure. I think he knew he would not manage anything more than the head. I heard the lube bottle being squeezed as he dripped more down between my bum cheeks. He saturated us both.
“Lottie, you're a wonder,” he said.
He moved inside my opening, gently, and his fist pumped his shaft at the same time. He groaned wildly and I turned my head to look back on him. His perfect abdominals and pecs were slick with sweat and anticipation. I could not bear it. He was beautiful and so… thick.
His cock-head was thankfully not so big as the rest of it and therefore found solace. He was getting ready to explode, so easily taken by the sight of his cock in my anus, I imagined. I was delirious. It felt so wonderful. I needed release too. I reached my digits down and starting flicking my clit and sliding in and out of my vagina. I collided with the cock nearby and the feel of it incensed me. I rubbed hard.
He grunted in a primitive fashion and swore, cursed and fucked me. I shook with my orgasm and screamed. His cum filled the bag around his cock and he retreated.
Afterward I asked him, “So, what is your verdict?”
“I think I can leave it there. I just needed to do it once. Just once. It was nice but…”
“A little too much effort?” I asked.
“Yes,” he sniggered.
“You could try the dildo on your wife. She might really like it. You might really like watching it.”
“I think I will. I will. Thanks Lottie. You were right. I liked the sight, the thought, more than the actual doing it.”
“It is often the case. Our libidos are driven by the eye and the mind.”
I spanked him after that until he cried and begged for me to stop. Yes, a large, powerful man begging me. But, it had to be the way. To these men, I was the one in charge and I made them thankful to go back to their kind-hearted wives and girlfriends after getting some education from me. It was an easy thousand pounds earned, really, or so I judged it to be. I told him to remember that the sensation of the lash was all he could really have of me and that he ought to negate any feeling he carried over our experience. He left and I trudged home, feeling a little unsatisfied. I had wanted that cock inside me, filling me, properly. It was one of nature's anomalies and I had wanted it simply for that fact.
On the sofa back home, my legs twitched. I had been left unsatisfied. I picked up the phone.
“Yes?” Noah answered.
“Are you driving?” I could hear rumbling in the background.
“Yes. Hands-free.”
“I am feeling…”
“Horny?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Me too,” he said.
“Where are you going?” I asked. It was late.
“I had a really bad day. I needed to get out of the city. Clear my mind. I just decided to drive a bit. But, I kept on going, and I thought…”
“Please, tell me…”
“Yes, I am just about to pull off the M1.”
I could have cried. He was just what I needed. I sniffled.
“Noah, I am so glad. I needed you today too. I miss you all the time.”
“I love you Charley. Keep talking until I get to you.”
“I saw the biggest cock I have ever seen today,” I admitted, laughing.
“Really? How big?”
“Ten or eleven.”
“Jesus.”
“I know. His w
ife couldn't accommodate him in her behind. He wanted to see if I could.”
“Oh.” Noah's tone was dejected.
My lover was the one setting up my dates then but he always pretended he had played no part in it all.
“He put a condom on and just eased his head into my ass a little. I came by rubbing myself. It was nice but…”
“Just the head?”
“Yes. He was too big to give me anything more. He said he knew he should give up hope of ever getting his cock all the way in his wife's anus. It was big, Noah. It was almost a bit… ugly.”
“Charley, that's not very nice. Imagine if I had one that size. Poor, unloved big cock…”
“Noah, I need you. I need you. Where are you now?”
“Not far.”
“It was hideous. All veins and strangely, a small head. Yours is twice as big at the head.”
“My dick is swollen for you. It is ready.”
“I am naked. On the sofa. Waiting for you,” I said. I started removing my red, lacy lingerie that I had worn for the client.
“Did you want his cock in your pussy?”
“A little.”
“You're a wanton woman, Charley.”
“I have missed your cock so much, Noah. So much. I don't know… it was just the novelty. The novelty of such a big… But, I am so glad you are coming here tonight. So glad, my darling,” and I choked a little.
“How wet are you?” he asked, trying to drive the conversation onwards.
“Very. It hurts. I need a cock in my pussy tonight, so badly. I love you.”
“Rub your clit for me baby,” he said, and I prised my fingers from my nipples, touching my pussy instead.
“Ah, no, I want to wait for you. It is too much. I will cum.”
“Then cum. I'll make you cum again.”
“Okay,” I moaned. “Oh yes, it's so wet. So hot. Slippery. Fiery. Swollen. Crimson.”
I panted and moaned and he could probably hear my squelching down the phone.
“Finger fuck your own pussy, Charley. My cock is rock solid for you. It needs to stay that way until I get there. Moan for me sweetheart.”
“Okay baby. Okay. I'm so close… ooh, ahh…”
“Was he good-looking?”
“Yes, Italian. A prize specimen. He was a temptation.”
“But, you did only let him in the back door a little, nothing else?”
“No, nothing else.”
“No kissing? No embrace? No…?”
“No. He didn't even touch my breasts. He only wanted my anus. Only that. He was done after that.”
“He did not satisfy you at all then really? He did not tend to you at all?”
“No. He left me mightily frustrated. That is why I called,” I gasped, feeling the onset of an orgasm. “Only you satisfy me. Only you know me.”
I gave in and let my desire take me. I moaned and panted and it lasted several minutes. When I emerged, he was there. At the door, phone in his hand. He had caught the last few moments of me pleasuring myself. He wore jeans, shirt and leather jacket.
He strode toward me and I leapt into his arms. He kissed me with real longing.
“I love you,” he said.
“Take me to bed,” I told him. He rushed toward the bedroom.
He stripped, threw himself at me on the bed and plunged his hard cock inside me.
“I'll never leave you unsatisfied,” he said.
“Fuck me, Noah. Oh god, baby.”
He lay out on top of me and pinned my hands at my head. He moved like a piston and oh so dextrously.
“It was large, Noah, so large. But it wasn't yours. He wasn't you. He was a job. An initiate. A nothing. You, you, are, everything, baby.”
He kissed me with a passion I loved. I came frightfully hard and delighted in the feel of his large cock having to endure the pulsations. An orgasm with a thick cock lodged inside me was fantastic. With Noah's cock to grip, even better. With his eyes to stare into and his mouth nearby to kiss me, it was wonderful. He just about managed to stave off cumming. He removed himself, rolled me and went for my backside. He entered that hole with a pop and fucked me, pulling me tight against him. His cock was inserted all the way. He pulled my back tight against his chest and whispered in my ear, “You're the woman for me. One day, I want us to be together. One day.”
“Yes,” I moaned, and the feeling of being in love and being the only woman he wanted was something that excited me more than anything else.
Afterward, I lay out on top of him and we kissed for some time. It had been three weeks since we had last seen one another. Noah had been busy with work and I too had been unable to get time off.
“I love you, darling, I missed you,” I said, teasing his lips with mine.
He smiled and stroked my back, absorbing my kisses.
I made him some toast and we drank cups of tea while I told him about the Italian and everything that had transpired. After that, he said he had to go back home. He had a meeting at 8am. I could not bear it.
“Take me with you. I am not at work until late tomorrow. I'll get a train in the morning.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, darling. Take me to your pad. I want to wake up with you.”
“Charley,” he said softly, kissing me similarly.
We got in the car and as we drove into the deep, dark night, the motorway seemed completely empty. I dropped into sleep for a little while but woke from a dream to discover him sat there next to me, driving. He looked tired and wan but oh so handsome. My kind of handsome: rugged, manly and brooding.
“Noah…” I murmured.
His soft eyes smiled and his lips curled into a grin. “Darling, sleep some more. I don't mind.”
“But…” And, I reached across to kiss his cheek, before licking inside his ear.
“Charlotte,” he protested. He must have felt some urge.
I kissed the corner of his mouth nearest to me and giggled. “I was just dreaming about you… in ladies underwear.”
“Fuck, Charley…”
I reached across and felt his crotch, rubbing and tugging. He grew hard. I unzipped him and pulled out his hard cock. I bent down and took it in my mouth and he moaned. My pussy got tight and wet and I had to spread my legs or risk ending up glued at the thighs. He smelt of our earlier fornication and it was wonderful. He carried my scent, and me, with him. He slowed the car a little and I had to have him. I unbuckled my seatbelt and rid myself of my jeans and panties. I snuck under his arms and wrapped myself around him, clinging onto his body as I sat in his lap and met his cock. I rested on his right shoulder so he could see the carriageway ahead. My knees teetered on the edge of his seat. All around was darkness and only the soft humming of the engine could be heard.
“I need you,” I said, nibbling his ear. “I want to possess you.”
“You have done, Charlotte. I want you.” He moaned as I took his full cock. It was hard not cracking my head on the ceiling every time I crashed down on him.
I moved as well as I could but I wanted to really exercise my will.
“Pull over, darling,” I said, and he went into the hard shoulder. We had to be quick, we knew, in case any other vehicle should pass.
He unbuckled his belt. He pulled his jeans all the way down. He tilted his chair back. I got naked. I started thrashing and fucking him fast. We were loud. We didn't care.
“It was so big, Noah. So big. He was so gorgeous. But all I wanted was you.”
“Bitch. You touched another man's cock.”
“How do I make it up to you?”
“Lick your tits,” he said, and I did.
“Charlotte, oh god, baby…” he growled.
I rammed myself up and down on him and every time I moved, he yanked me back down harder. I don't know what happened but when I awoke, as if from a dream, I was in his arms and we were glued together by lust. I burst into tears. He lay back and brought his jacket over my back, holding me tight. He kissed my cheek and hu
shed my whimpers. A lorry surged by and vibrated the vehicle but we felt sure it was too dark for the driver to have seen anything. Noah held me and cursed under his breath. I knew not what he cursed but I knew he felt we were playing with fire. I knew neither of us was brave enough to take the next step and make a sacrifice.
“I love you, Charlotte, I know that. I know that.”
We drove on sombrely and reached his Canary Wharf pad, which sat high in a skyscraper. If that was him downsizing, I dread to think what his former residence was like. Probably a mansion in Notting Hill. His apartment was a cold dwelling: very male, spacious and industrially designed. Not like my little feminine abode, which was much more suited to our weekends together. He had a very large bed without a headboard, I noticed. We collapsed on his mattress, drawing the covers up to our ears, our bodies entwined.
It wasn't long before the sun rose over his bedroom, bringing with it red streaks of light. We hadn't drawn the curtains and he had large panoramic windows all around. I had never seen the city's skyline before, nor in such a wonderful manner. Everything was pink and hazy. He slammed the alarm clock off, drained and exhausted.
“I have to be out of the door in half an hour, but…”
He rolled toward me, taking me in his arms. He shifted his bulk on top of me and we made love the old-fashioned way, with the warm sunrise as our audience. I didn't know what else could demonstrate how much we felt for one another. He dropped me at the train station on his way to work and I slept on the way home, with thoughts of our love drifting through my dreams. When I got back to my flat, there was a bouquet waiting outside the door. Pink roses. A card: Thinking of you, always, Noah x
I may have smiled, a wry grin perhaps, but I opened the door and fell on the couch in an exhausted heap. I just wanted to have the love of my life in my life, every day. I ached non-stop for what my heart desired. I climbed into the bath and spread some petals across the water's surface. I took a picture of the scene and sent it to him, and he replied, I'll get out of work ASAP. Can't be without you. This weekend - I am yours.x
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