The house looked different somehow. I couldn't explain it. There was nothing outwardly different--not in the physical sense. But nonetheless, there it was: different. Everything seemed to sparkle and reflect in a different light. The carpets seemed softer, the furniture brighter, cleaner. Even the air itself seemed crisper, cleaner, somehow more refreshing, washing over us in long, cool waves.
Perhaps I had changed. Almost certainly, I
had
changed. How could I not have? Not just because of tonight, although tonight must surely have been the catalyst, but because of the last sixteen weeks of my life.
Because of Sonia.
It was all because of Sonia.
I walked her slowly through the house. As I did, she hung on my arm as if she'd just completed a long, grueling race or as if she'd been wounded by some unseen weapon. Her face was long and exhausted, smoothed out by endless hours of pleasure and the contentment of knowing she was finally home.
Home.
"You want a drink?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Yeah, Daddy."
We rounded the living room and made our way toward the breakfast nook and the kitchen beyond it. "Let's go out on the deck, angel."
"I'm so hot," Sonia complained quietly. "God, I'm so exhausted. But I'm wired."
"Bed?" I looked at the glowing face of my watch. "It's about 2:30 in the morning."
She shook her head. "No, I don't think I can sleep."
"A little Cooper Corbis action?" I asked, rubbing the small of her back.
"Uh huh," she breathed. "Once more. You owe me one."
"You wanna take a dip in the pool?" I asked. "I'll get us some cocktails, and we can relax in the pool a bit."
"What time was it?"
"2:30"
"Yeah," she nodded. "The pool sounds good. Shit, I'm glad we can sleep in tomorrow, though. But the pool is nice. I feel all funky. I don't want a shower, though."
"Okay, baby." We walked, although staggered would probably be a fairer description, out to the pool. I quickly helped her out of her clothes, sliding her short skirt down over her beautiful mocha skin. Large scrapes and bruises testified to the intensity of her evening and, I had to admit, made her feel so much dearer, and dirtier, to me. I licked slowly at her thighs as I pulled the skirt to the floor and easer her feet out of them.
"You are so incredibly beautiful," I said as I kissed and fondled her.
"Oh, Cooper," She moaned. "You're making me so, so wet again."
I stood up slowly, running my mouth and my hands up along her legs, the swell of her sweet buttocks, and the small of her back. Quickly, I dispatched her top, and took the clothes in my hand.
"Let me run inside for a bit, Sonia. You okay to get into the pool?"
She nodded and gingerly made her way down the pool steps. I watched her as she did so, a weight swelling in my crotch. As she finally slipped into the water, she extended her arms, Christ-like, and floated lazily out into the cool water. Above her, the moonlight filtered through the mesh pool cage.
"Be right back," I said and hustled quickly back into the house. She fluttered her fingers in a subtle little wave, and then rolled over and slipped under the water. Her large, soft ass-cheeks broke the surface as she descended, and then she was gone.
I stepped through the kitchen and pulled two rocks glasses from the bar cabinet and a bottle of Stoli Blueberi vodka from the freezer. I set these down on the buffet, along with Sonia's dirty clothes, and then made my way back to the master suite.
There was something I needed to get for tonight.
On my highboy dresser, beside a large goldfish bowl full of colorful and flavored condoms, Sonia had set out a collection of urethral sounds in assorted sizes. The goldfish bowl had been a gift from Sonia--as had all the condoms--but, ironically, we never used them because we both preferred bareback. The sounds, however, we used quite regularly. She didn't want to attack me with the largest gauge during every session, so she'd come up with a nice collection from which to choose, depending on the mood.
I looked over the steel rods and chose a medium-sized one, a straight Dittel variety--one looking very much like a magic wand, handle and all.
I quickly undressed, throwing my clothes down at the foot of the bed, and then turned to leave. As I was returning to the kitchen, I picked up a small box hidden behind the urethral sounds, and then made my way back out to Sonia.
"How are you doing?" I asked her.
"Fine, honey," she answered. "Whatcha got there?"
"A little something for us." Smiling, I set the sound and the two glasses down on the pool deck beside her. I kept the small box in my hand and poured us both several fingers of vodka.
"Well," she said, taking her glass, and gesturing toward the sound. "It looks like you brought a little something for you."
"I thought maybe we could play."
"Maybe we can," she cooed. "Come on in, the water's incredible."
She floated away from the steps so that I could wobble down into the water. My muscles ached and my energy reserves felt almost entirely tapped. But, as I sank down into the water, the discomfort stole out of me and a sense of exhilaration quickly took its place.
"This feels amazing," I said.
"So does this," she said, slinking over to me and grasping my cock underneath the water. She slowly pushed and pulled at my foreskin, using it as a sheath to masturbate my glans.
Sighing, I sank back in the water, allowing my body to float up to the surface, where her hand continued to pleasure me. "Not fair," I complained half-heartedly. "This is supposed to be your turn."
"I'm cheating," she said with a smile.
"Well, don't. At least not yet," I said. I eased her over to the edge of the pool. "Let me take care of you first, for a little bit."
She nodded, and I eased her up on the edge of the pool.
"Ooooh," she squealed. "It's cold, Coop."
"Let me warm you up," I said, seductively, spreading her legs and slowly licking at the soft skin of her pubic mound. She was fully seated on the edge of the pool now. I faced her sex at eye-level, my body still in the pool. I lapped and suckled at her swollen, tender labia, ignoring for now the intense fireworks contained in the nubbin of her clitoris.
"That's good," she sighed, and leaned back on her elbows.
I redoubled my efforts on her silken vagina and worked to steal my tongue inside her warm canal. After a long time, I withdrew from her sex and kissed and massaged her beautiful thighs.
She sat up, her expression quizzical. I hadn't made her come. Her face said it all:
Why did you stop?
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked.
I nodded. "Never been better," I said, suppressing a smile. I tickled her knee and kissed along her leg. "How about you?"
She smiled and shrugged. "I'm good. I'm really good."
"Good," I said, twirling that little box in my fingers under the water. "Listen, I've been thinking."
"Me, too," she said. She paused for a few prolonged beats. "Actually."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Having sat up cross-legged on the pool deck, she placed my hands in her lap. "I'm having a great time, baby. But can we talk for a bit? There's something I wanna say before we finish now--before we go to bed."
Suddenly I wasn't quite so sure. My plan, hastily executed though it had been, wasn't supposed to run like this. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted to talk about, and from her expression and tone, it certainly wasn't the same conversation I had wanted and expected to have. I stared at her blankly.
"Daddy," she asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Well, I was. That all sounded so ominous. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, of course!"
Quickly, she took my face in her hands. Her eyes were wide, focused, reassuring. "Yes, it is. Everything is okay. But... I just... well, tonight."
"Yeah?" My heart sank. I had to will my fingers to maintain their grip on the small box in my hand. "Yes, angel?"
Her face screwed up into a fretful expression. She was trying to work out how best to put this. My face told her,
Just say it!
"It was great," she said after much consideration. "Tonight was great. And I love you. It's just... "
"Sonia, you are freaking me out."
"No, it's not you." Her eyes locked on mine and would not let me look away. "It's just that I don't need that anymore. I don't want it... I don't want that." She waved her hand off in the general direction of campus, as if to illustrate for me specifically what
it
and
that
were. "It was great... it felt really good. But, I didn't really want it, deep down, and I don't want it again. It was an experience, something we shared. But... "
"Okay." I smiled. I could almost feel the blood rushing back into my face. There was a warmth to my face under her touch.
"What felt good, what really felt good, was you there. It wasn't any of that other stuff. It wasn't any of those other guys."
Nodding, I put my hands on hers.
"I just want you, Cooper," she said, sweetly "You know?"
"Just old, boring me? Plain old me?"
She nodded playfully. "Yep."
"I love you, Sonia Simmons," I said, and spread her legs again, easing her back onto her elbows.
She sighed a vague, tired protest but opened herself to me. "And I love you."
I positioned her knees to either side of my head and began to lick her twat again. She moaned, and her eyes closed. As I continued to work her sex with my mouth, I brought the small box up from the water and gently pried it open. As its small lid flipped open, I removed a two-carat diamond solitaire. With a wry smile, I rubbed the hardened stone along her clit.
She jumped, her legs closing heavily against my head. Her eyes were suddenly wide, open saucers. "Wow, what's that?"
I laughed as I wrestled myself out from the constricting hold of her knees.
"You scratched my clit, baby. Oh snap, that was a jolt." She sat back up and looked at me, my face full of her slick juice. I was holding the ring in my hand, resting it against her thigh, diamond up. "What's that?"
But she knew exactly what it was.
"Sonia," I began.
She started crying--quiet but great, heaving sobs.
"Sonia," I continued. "You've given me my life back. Before we met, I had my research, my old Beemer, and nothing else. I had no real direction--not on a personal level. I was lost and going through the motions. You've made everything worthwhile. You've given me clarity of thought and purpose and you've shown me what living, really living, is all about. You've given me such pleasure and optimism and, well, you are my best friend. You're the friend I've waited my entire life to find. You're the friend I'll never again find. I don't want to spend another night sleeping away from you. I don't want to wake up another morning without you at my side. You said that I'd made you, but the reality is that you've made me."
I smiled and she laughed, holding her hands--shaking uncontrollably--to her mouth.
"Yes," she gasped finally, unable to contain herself.
I shook my head. "I haven't asked you anything yet, baby." I shifted in the water and sank down on bended knee as well as I could. Reaching up, I took her hand in mine, looking deep into her eyes. "Sonia Simmons, my angel, will you marry me?"
"Yes," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!"
I slid the ring onto her shaking finger. She viewed it carefully, considering it from several different angles.
She then pushed herself forward, fell into the pool, and swam down underwater to grasp my sex with her left hand. When she surfaced she ordered me onto the edge, and I complied. She inspected the ring again. The gold band contrasted now against the purple head of my cock in her hand. She nodded. "It goes perfectly."
And she leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you."
"I love you," I said.
And then she began pumping my cock yet again. My sex was blood red and raw, hurtful to the touch, but as I saw my
fiancee
working me, I leaned back and closed my eyes and enjoyed this most exquisite feeling of my life.
Jaz Monday is a writer of erotic fiction from deepest, darkest Florida. He divides his time among an unremarkable day job, a quite remarkable family, and the characters that inhabit the universe of his erotic yarns. His stories explore the themes of interracial sex, experiences with multiple partners, the exploration of emotional and physical boundaries, and the power of sexual obsession. He's particularly fond of women with large posteriors and has happily adopted the designation of Butt Man. He holds an advanced degree in Education but doesn't particularly want to use it forever. His website URL is http://www.jazmonday.com/