CHAPTER SEVEN
Haynes
Arwana’s Perspective
Oh, she had created a monster! The man couldn’t keep his hands off her!
They’d awoken in the late afternoon and ever since then he had been at play with her. He touched everywhere and everywhere his fingers had gone his lips had followed.
She’d never been so thoroughly played with or investigated. He’d licked her to orgasm with nothing but his tongue for like an hour straight until she had literally had to crawl away from his torture and here she was now caught on her knees again once more accepting his beautiful cock over and over again as he rammed it into her from behind.
Clitoral orgasms aside, he was now stroking her G spot with his shaft that seemed to have been specially made to do just that. The deep rising of pressure building within her made her eyes cross.
She knew what was going to happen. It had happened only once before in her life and it had been a very embarrassing moment. She didn’t want that to be the case now.
“Honey?” She croaked out as he filled her deeply.
Breathing heavy he stilled and doing her best to focus she said, “Honey, what you’re doing is going to cause me to have a different kind of orgasm and lead me to do something called female ejaculation. I promise I’m not peeing on you. If you want, you can stop and we can change position and it won’t happen.”
The stillness of the room was broken then by his laughter of all things. Arwana moaned with pleasure as that very laughter shook his shaft in a very special way deep inside of her.
His shaft withdrew only to be rubbed even more aggressively over the area within her responsible for her mounting tension. She groaned gutturally as she realized he had no intention of stopping and then he said it, “I have no intention of stopping Baby Girl. By all means explode all over me!”
‘Oh wow!’ Arwana silently confessed with enthusiasm as she took in all over again how singularly blessed she was to have this man as her permanent lover. The tension built with his strokes and groaning deeply she satisfied his wish and exploded all over him and he only kept plunging into her with his own release that had been perfectly timed to hers.
Weakly, she collapsed forward and he followed, pressing her down, but holding himself up enough not to crush her or impair her breathing. The bed was soaked, but it was okay.
She’d been allowed to enjoy something she’d been yelled at the first time she had done so. Over and over again she felt blessed.
“Thank you, Honey for letting me come in that way. I……”
“No.” He huffed out, “It’s I who should be thanking you. That was amazing!”
Silently she shook her head. He just didn’t understand how special he was, but she did.
He was moving then and suddenly she was in his arms and they were headed towards the bathroom. Soon they were having their first shower together and for once this evening she finally managed to manhandle him enough to not be so focused on pleasing her, but to allow her to focus on him.
On her knees in the shower, she tenderly washed and stroked the maleness of him. Maybe some would call her odd, certainly those of a feminist mindset would, but to her the most handsome aspect of her husband was his cock. Flaccid or erect it didn’t matter, it was simply beautiful and in a way it had become her best friend.
“Haynes.” She whispered out as she wetly licked at his shaft as warm water coursed down over both of them.
“What?” He asked, amused even as his fingers played with her curly red hair.
“Your cock’s name is Haynes.” She said loud enough for him to hear before opening her mouth wide enough to suck over one of his hairy balls and gently massage it with her mouth.
Post orgasm both balls hung low and they were big. They were perfect. They were him.
She treated the other one to the massage of her mouth, even as he said with amusement, “My last name is Haynes.”
She let his ball slide from her lips and said, “Nope, your names is Cliff this...” She kissed the head of his shaft that was beginning to harden. “Is Haynes.”
Glancing up at him, as he stared down at her, she smiled teasingly and said, “Together, both of them make up you.”
“You are an absolute tease!” He mumbled.
Cheekily she said, “I’m not sure which of you is the bigger half actually.”
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I shook my head almost feeling embarrassed. I had a beautiful woman on her knees before me licking on my cock like it was the best popsicle in the world and to top it off she’d named it Haynes. She was funny and so very reciprocal in her need to please me as much as I felt the need to please her.
It was really something to have a woman like her on her knees with her hands and mouth all over my cock. Pleasure from the loving attention she was showing me in addition to the pure physical pleasure of being with her that she invoked radiated warmth throughout me.
I glanced down and saw a woman 100% devoted to me. It was hard to stand and simply accept the pleasure she gave, because I wanted to do something for her in return.
She saw my look and gave me a bold wink even as she sucked strongly.
Groaning, I said, “Haynes is very appreciative of you.” I said, as I focused on just letting her please me. In response to me she chuckled and the effect of that felt very nice on me.
One of her hands left off playing with my balls and coasted in between my legs and began to rub firmly. Almost immediately my cock grew bigger in girth and length. The feel of her fingers so near my anus was odd, but the deeper response she was evoking made me trust her.
Her lips came off my cock and with wonder in her gaze still focused on my cock stretched out to the full glory before her, she said, “Baby you’re beautiful!” Feelings of warmth worked through me even as her rubbing fingers kept me at a full erection as if like never before.
“Are you referring to Haynes or me?”
She glanced up and there was no tease in her voice as she said, “Both of you.” She swallowed and looked pressed to ask something.
“What?”
Softly she asked, “Do you trust me Honey?”
Now that was a question. I had to think about it. There were a lot of unknowns about her, but it boiled down to one thing. Whether she chose to hurt me one day or not I was going to trust her with everything in the here and now.
Nodding my head, I said, “Yes, I trust you.”
Her expression gentled and she whispered, “Thank you.”
We both knew we were addressing a fact of a reality that went far and beyond the physical reality of the here and now. She glanced down to a bottle of body lotion and filling her hand with it, she rose her hand back up between my legs.
I knew what she was going to do and I couldn’t say I was thrilled by it, but in a way I had already given my leave to do it. She didn’t look at me as her gelled finger went where no finger had ever gone before and began to rub on my anus.
I found it hard to let go, but I did and with insistence her small finger slipped inside of me. Gently she swirled it around a little even as I took in the reality that what she was doing was pleasurable. My cock was so full of blood I doubted it had ever been bigger.
One finger became two fingers. I glanced at her and she was looking at me.
With a straightforward manner she said, “This is all I will ever put into you.”
I nodded and in a way relaxed as a barrier was erected that I didn’t need to be concerned about the future of. Her fingers curled in a come hither motion and directly rubbed on the bulb shaped organ that she had been massaging from the outside before.
Intense pleasure radiated out of her contact and when her lips came back in a sucking clasp at the head of my cock I knew I was a lost cause. I braced myself against the shower and fought hard to keep from thrusting deep into the honey warm mouth before me.
Her fingers kept rubbing and the imminent explosion of me about to go off mounted. Her free hand squeezed my drawn up balls and that was all it took.
I orgasmed so hard it hurt. It was a multilayered orgasm that went long and hard and left me feeling shaken.
Leaning back against the shower wall, I felt her rise up and hug me tightly. After a little while my being came back into focus and I shut the water off that had started to run cold.
In the stillness I said as my arms held her to me, “That was intense. I… ah… didn’t know about that.”
She glanced up at me and whispered, “I’ve never done that for any man before.”
“Thank you.” I said, feeling especially touched by that revelation.
She smiled, “I assure you darling the pleasure was all mine.”
I begged to differ on that, but I wasn’t going to argue. We got out and suddenly as both of our stomachs growled, we realized how starving hungry we both were and laughed.
It was so good not to be alone anymore. I thanked God for it as I led her off to the kitchen, neither of us feeling the need for clothes we remained as we were. In a way this house had become our garden in which to explore each other and see what God had made.