“Well, not unless it’s George Clooney and Brad Pitt,” Jessie teased.
“What—those two old fogies, when you could have me!”
Jessie chuckled. “And I am not in love with two brothers, unless you have a brother?” Suddenly realizing what she had said, she continued quickly. “Not that I am in love with you…Just asking if you have a brother,” she finished lamely. Her face flushed as she took a large swallow of her wine and hoped the ceiling would cave in or something major, like aliens landing, would happen to distract Sam.
He just smiled wryly. “You’re safe. I have no brother.” He frowned. “But I was wondering if you were trying to tell me you are a werewolf in real life?” he queried, not able to keep a straight face.
She laughed, partly in relief. “No, you twit! Although that sounds like you want to play alpha male!” She raised her eyebrows speculatively then continued seriously as he grinned. “The reason I chose this one is simply because it is in my top five of erotic books—well, ones I have read so far.”
He sipped his drink and queried, “Why? What was it that you liked? Not that I didn’t like it myself, but I’m intrigued to know your reasoning.”
Jessie turned onto her stomach on the sofa, resting her chin on her hands as she pondered her answer.
Sam smiled. “You realize your skirt has become tucked under your body, revealing a lovely line of leg.” He lifted his drink to her.
She blushed and resisted pulling her skirt down. “Well, it’s got werewolves, for a start. I love anything to do with werewolves. There are so many stories with vampires in them and, I’m sorry.” She gestured dismissively. “But I’ve gotten bored with vampires, so it’s nice to read about a different fantasy creature. Why werewolves over demons or fairies or anything else?” she mused. “It is possibly because there is something elemental and strong and handsome about them.”
Sam groaned. “You’re metamorphosing them into your hunky aliens again.”
She laughed in agreement. “So what’s your favorite fantasy creature—other than Klingons,” she added derisively.
“Hmm, not sure I have one.” Jessie knew Sam’s interest in sci-fi tended toward the space element rather than the fantasy. “I’ll have to take a rain check on that one. So back to this book, you liked it because it had werewolves, is that it?” He seemed a little disappointed.
“No, yes…but I also liked the relationship slowly building between them, how they gently initiated her into the delights of sex.”
“Aha, now we’re getting to it. So, is there any ‘sexual delight’ you want to experiment?” He frowned. “I’m trying to remember the plot. Ahh,” he exclaimed victoriously. “I know. You want to suck me off in a clearing in the woods.”
Jessie lowered her head to look at her book, but actually to avoid looking at him. “Hmm, no. Not sure I’m ready for that yet.”
Sam said in a stunned voice, “I actually said that as a joke, but will you consider it at some time?”
“Maybe—but not in a clearing in the woods where anyone could wander by.” She giggled, trying to divert the topic by adding humor. She had a few issues about oral sex.
“Okay, we’ll leave that one for now.”
“I liked the bit where—and I hasten to add most books with werewolves have it—he takes her from behind.”
“Jesus, Jess!”
Looking up and seeing the startled look on his face, she continued quickly, “Oh God, I didn’t mean in the ass. I meant, well, doggie entry, to put it crudely.”
“Phew, that’s a relief. Not sure I’m ready for that one—yet,” he added. Jessie bit her lip again. He continued, “Why entry from behind?”
“God knows, I’ve always found it erotic, titillating. I suppose because the man—or werewolf—is totally in control. I’m back to the alpha male thing!”
Sam stood and held out a hand to her. “Well, as my werelady commands, I am at your disposal for some titillation.” He nudged the rug in front of their chairs with his foot. “This rug should be soft enough for your knees, my sweet,” he declared as he turned her and started to unzip her dress.
“My knees! I’ll have you know it’s your knees as well. After our last performance, I’m not the only one getting naked,” Jessie affirmed, scowling at him over her shoulder for a second, and turning back to face him, she started to unbutton his shirt.
Sam stood still, appearing to be momentarily taken aback, then he chuckled. They undressed each other and Jessie put a condom on him.
She had been a bit worried about getting into it straight away without some foreplay, but she needn’t have worried. By the time they were both naked, there had been a fair amount of touching, caressing, and stroking, and even a stolen kiss here and there.
The last garment off, they stood, unable to stop touching, until Sam reached his hand up to cup the back of Jessie’s head and brought his head down on her lips in earnest. She moaned as his tongue traced her lips and plunged inside, gently stroking her tongue. She pulled back then blushed at the look of lust in his eyes. Jessie realized with a shiver how turned on she was by the look on his face alone. She suddenly dropped to her hands and knees, facing away from him.
“I was actually going to do some more foreplay,” he said wryly.
Jessie turned her head to look over her shoulder at Sam, standing naked over her, hands on his hips. She inclined her head toward the floor. “So do some foreplay down here.”
Sam chuckled. “You know, with you being as shy as you are, I’ve been quite happy to take the lead in our experiments so far. But I quite like this new side to you.”
He therefore went obediently down to his knees behind her, clasping her hips in his hands, running them over her butt cheeks before leaning in to pepper kisses over them. “You’ve got a truly gorgeous butt, smooth and nicely rounded.” The kisses turned to licks, gravitating towards the crease between her buttocks. Jessie’s laughter turned to moans and then whimpers as he gently squeezed them. He nudged her knees apart, moving further in until he was flush against her butt, his aroused cock between her buttocks as he lightly ran his hands up her thighs, over her waist, around her front to gently knead her breasts before trailing lightly over her back.
Jessie emitted a cry and arched down as he stroked her lower back. “Oh God, I love that.”
He laughed. ”I’m beginning to learn your particular sexual preferences, and you love having your back caressed. Don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” she sighed.
“No wonder you wanted me to take you in this position. It’s all a ploy to make me stroke you here.”
“You’ve caught me,” she cried, trembling at his caresses.
Leaving one hand on her waist, Sam brought his other hand around to guide his cock into her. Jessie thrust back immediately.
“Jesus, Jess, take it slowly. You’ll undo me. I wanted to do it gently. You’re still very tight,” he cried. She could feel him fighting to maintain control.
“I can’t stop. Please. I need more.” At that urgent request, he thrust in deeply, deeper than before. Jessie felt some pain but embraced it. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming all other feelings. She felt Sam’s hands biting into her hips as he thrust hard several times. His hand left her hip to close over her clit. Her cries turned to keening moans as his cock hit her G-spot. Her body shook. It felt good, really, really good.
On his next thrust, her orgasm suddenly came, and her trembling arms weakened and she tumbled to her elbows. “Sam, Sam, Sam,” she cried huskily.
Her climax brought Sam’s on, and his cry rivaled hers, although he managed to remain upright as his breathing slowed.
“Holy cow, Jess, that was quick but wonderful. One of these days we’re going to have sex slowly!”
She chuckled raggedly at his exclamation.
Sam reached down under her shoulders, lifting her back, his front flush with her back, still lodged inside her. Then a moment later, he pulled out of her. Showing her a strengt
h she didn’t know he had, he easily lifted her, one hand around her back, the other under her knees, and turned to sit in his chair, settling her on his lap, cradling her gently. Jessie sighed deeply, snuggling against him.
“What was that sigh for?” he asked as he held her contentedly.
She stroked his cooling chest with the backs of her fingers. “The romantic in me always loves the moments in books when the man enfolds his lady in his arms or cradles her on his lap. I suppose it appeals to the woman in me, wanting to be loved, protected, cared for, like in one book when one of the guys softly holds the girl in his arms after all the guys in her crew have had sex with her.”
Sam tilted his face to the side to look at Jessie. “All the guys—how many were there?”
“Eight,” she admitted softly.
“You and your multiple guys,” he declared, eliciting a tired chuckle from her. “I guess I should feel proud you’ve just equated what I’ve done with what it took eight to do with her.”
Peals of laughter came from Jessie before she relaxed contented, not having the desire to move away or talk further.
Chapter Six
Sam was a little nervous as he arrived at Jessie’s, armed with several books and other items he was keeping hidden for the moment.
They were doing things a little differently this time as they decided on a topic rather than one specific book, the topic being sex toys. He had chosen several extracts to highlight different toys. It didn’t mean they were going to experiment with such toys, but on the other hand they might try some out.
They settled down in their usual chairs, Sam in the armchair, his right ankle resting on the knee of his other leg, Jessie tucked up in the far corner of the sofa, her knees drawn up to her chest, awaiting Sam’s first extract. She reached out as he handed it to her to read and noted the name of the author out loud. “I’ve read other books by this author before and enjoyed them, even though, or maybe because, there was usually one character that was a tortured soul. But I haven’t read this one yet.”
“Let me give you a quick summary. Two guys, both friends and Doms, have fallen for a girl, but one has resisted pairing up with her due to his past baggage. She is keen to be with him and persists. He finally agrees to them all being together this one day, hoping the presence of the friend will stop his excesses. Despite this, he seems to be trying more and more extreme things to put her off him and push her towards the friend, at the same time relishing the opportunity to do these things. This is one of them.” He sipped his drink, giving her a few minutes’ silence to read the extract.
“He shoved a banana up her!” yelled Jessie. It was enough of a shock, Sam noted, to drive her out of her comfortable position as she grabbed her glasses off her nose. “There is no way you are doing that to me.”
Sam laughed. “No, you nut, settle down. I have no intention of doing that to you. I just liked how extreme this was, yet how gentle he was and how she loved it.”
Jessie settled back down. “Wow, let me read it again.”
As she reread the piece, Sam allowed himself to fantasize about doing it to Jess, as he didn’t think in a million years she would let him do this or similar in real life. He had deliberately given her this one to read first, as his second choice involved actual implements.
He was drawn out of his daydream as Jessie put the book down and looked at him over her glasses. “Okay, I’ve reread it. I think I need to complete the rest of the story to understand their relationship properly. At the moment, it seems bizarre, if arousing, but I can see if he was trying to frighten her off with extreme things, that might do it. You’re going to have to tell me how it finishes. I guess it didn’t scare her off.”
“Nope. She took everything he asked and still came back for more, proving her unwavering love for him, even when he tried to get her to leave at the end of the day. He is the one who relented.”
“Hmm. Leave that one with me. I’ll have to read it in full. You see why I love these books. The relationships can be so intricate.” Jessie bit her lip. “But tell me, do you want to do something like this in the future or even fantasize about it?” she asked warily.
Sam knew this was one of those moments in life where what he said could change his life one way or the other. “In truth, yes, I fantasize about it, but I’m unlikely to ever do it. Like you fantasizing about sex with several guys.”
“Okay, I get that.” She smiled and rested her head back against the sofa.
Sam frowned. He could tell she was up to something.
“Very similar to one book I read where a guy had a penis plug inserted—verrrry hot.” She paused, fanning herself with the book. As Sam felt himself go very pale, she chuckled and continued, “But I don’t think it’s something I could I ask you to partake in!”
“Thank God for that,” Sam said, relieved to get that moment out of the way. But it left Sam with food for thought. If he was prepared to put up with a penis plug, maybe she’d do the banana thing.
* * * *
After a pause for fresh drinks, Sam brought out his second choice. “This story takes place in Georgian times when a girl undertakes several sex scenes with guests in a mansion. She does this with great relish, I hasten to add, but there is a guy there she is in love with who is not allowed to touch her—the falling in love during difficult circumstances scenario. Anyway, this scene comes somewhere in the middle of the story.”
He stopped, allowing Jess to read her extract while he took a large swig of wine. She could feel Sam looking at her, trying to read her expression as she read. She lifted her head. “I enjoyed that, but it stopped just as it was getting good.” She bit her lip as usual.
Sam sighed. “It was the nipple clamps I wanted to highlight, not the rest of the sex, although not unsurprisingly, you want to read the sex with multiple partners bit. Did you find the mention of the clamps at all exciting?”
Jessie continued to worry her lip, wondering where this conversation was going. “Yesss, and you’re now going to tell me you want to try some out?” she asked, correctly reading his expression.
He grinned, shrugging one shoulder. “Yup, how about it?”
She grimaced. “Although I find reading about clamps stimulating, everything I’ve read indicates they are rather painful.”
“Yes, that was my worry, so I have a plan B if the first clamps are unbearable.”
Jessie narrowed her eyes. “What’s a plan B in this instance?”
“Ahh, you’ll have to wait and see.”
She made a face at him. “Okayyy, what do you want me to do?”
Sam stood up and moved to sit next to her on the sofa, grabbing his jacket, which he had taken off earlier, and took out some clamps. She grimaced, looking at them. “Well, my sweet, the first thing is to unbutton this pretty blouse. Not sure I’ve seen it before, is it new?”
“Um, no, but not terribly old either.”
Sam had reached the bottom button and was easing the garment off her shoulders. “But surely this is a new bra?” he asked as he reached around and undid the back clasp of the lacy green bra. “Where did you buy it?” He eased it off her shoulders, running his hands sensuously down her arms.
At that point Jessie barked a laugh. She realized what he was doing—trying to get her to focus on something other than the impending clamp. “You have absolutely no interest in where I bought this bra. Just get on with it.”
Sam sighed.
“Sorry,” said Jessie at the look on his face. “I didn’t mean to be brusque. I’m nervous.”
He smiled and fondled her breasts before cupping them. “No problem. So let’s get these nipples nice and hard.” At that point he leaned down, blew on one, then took it in his mouth, running his tongue around the areola before sucking hard. Jessie was getting more and more excited by this then was startled when Sam suddenly placed a clamp on her as he took his mouth off the hard nipple.
“Oh, God!” yelled Jessie, writhing, her hands biting into his arms as she fo
ught the need to tear it off her. Tears started streaming down her face. “Oh God, please take it off.” She took a huge shaky sigh of relief as he did so, slumping to rest her forehead on his chest, still holding tight to his arms as she fought to get her body under control.
Sam kissed the top of her head, running his hands through her strands. “I hadn’t realized it would be that bad. I thought I was slipping it on you gently.” He waited until she was calmer before continuing. “Okay, my love. You now realize the extent of the soreness. Shall we try again—maybe with the other breast?”
“Soreness—it’s downright torture!” she scoffed, partly angry with herself that she gave up so quickly. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Sam, teary. “All right, but I am not sure I can do this.”
“Let’s give it another try.” It took longer to get her other nipple hard as Jessie was fighting it, and like the first, she couldn’t stand it. Sam cupped her face with his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Hey, we’ve still got plan B to try.”
Jessie hiccupped and laughed. “Oh yes, I forgot about plan B. So come on then, what constitutes this amazing backup plan?”
Sam reached back to his jacket, feeling for the inside pocket, and produced a bar of chocolate. “Well, first things first, you need a chunk of chocolate to calm you down.” He broke off a piece and fed it to her as he stroked her back.
When she had sufficiently relaxed, she saw him fishing in his pocket again, and he brought out some hair clips, which he brandished rather triumphantly with a “ta-da.”
Jessie was bemused. She raised her eyebrows. “Okay, not sure why you think these are so brilliant?”
“I’ll have you know that I skulked around the hair department at the supermarket for some time trying to find something like these. I got all sorts of strange looks from the other customers, female customers in particular.”
She laughed. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
“Let’s try them and find out.” Jessie groaned but straightened her back in readiness for a fresh bout of pain and was pleasantly surprised when he clipped them on. They didn’t hurt. In fact there was little feeling at all.
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