I clean up Lance, carefully and gently. Uncuffing him and letting his body relax, as I massage any stiff muscles, or tender skin.
When he feels ready, I take him to the shower to clean his body some more. He's quiet, I get it though. It's never in the heat of the moment that you care what anyone may think. It's the moments after the highs that we feel vulnerable, that we're laid bare.
I let him clean me up in return, his hands taking longer than usual between my thighs. He has me panting, legs pressed against the corners of the shower with him on his knees, eating me out like an animal.
I cum hard all over his face and tongue, whimpering before he lets my shaky legs down to stand again.
He stands and takes my mouth, the taste of me still there on his lips. "Oh Lirael, I need you again." His voice is raw with desire and need again.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing my towel and wiping my face off first. He steps out behind me, but I grab his towel and begin to wipe his body for him.
I first wipe his face, hair and neck. Then I move slower over his shoulders, his arms, taking my time to admire his chest, back, stomach, ass and legs. When I work myself back up to stand up, he takes my elbow, forcing me to look up at his eyes.
He groans, biting his bottom lip, "There you go with those doe-eyes." He bends and grabs my ass, picking me up to wrap me around his waist. His lips are on mine, tasting, sucking, biting each others in our lust filled need to fulfill our own indulgences.
My back hits the wall, knocking my breath from me in surprise. My eyes widen in shock as his rock, hard cock impales me against the wall.
"Lance!" I clutch onto his shoulders, his cock, jack-hammering into me, my body desperately aware of how fucking hot this was to me.
What a man thing to do. Take me and fuck me hard against this wall. Even though I fucking love it, he's trying to dominate me. Doesn't matter though, he's still my bitch after all is said and done...
He takes me off the wall and bounces me on his cock all the way to the bed. He lays back, keeping me seated on top of him, thrusting his hips up and down, as he visibly struggles to not only take just his own pleasure.
I use his chest to balance myself off of, bob my ass, and begin to ride his cock harder than I've ever done.
"Oh.. god....Lirael.." Lance gasps out, "Oh baby, please tell me you're close." He grips my hips as I keep going.
"Maybe.." I giggle out, making him groan and gasp, trying to keep a hold of his sanity before he explodes.
I speed up, twisting his nipples as I do, for him to tighten up and cry out before flooding my insides with the warmth of his release.
"Oh! Fuck!" He shudders as I ride his orgasm out, milking his cock for all it's worth.
As he calms down, I lay on his chest, my hands under my chin and elbows out. "Feel better now?" I ask, practically purring like a cat, proud of the high on endorphins, assemblage of pleasure on his face, that I just put there.
"Lirael, I always feel better with you. Why else would I ask you that last night?" Lance smiles at me, his eyes still closed in bliss.
Ask me what last night?
"Um.... You asked me a few things last night. Which question last night are you referring to?" I really hope I didn't forget anything, as I run through my shaky memories of last night.
Lance opens his eyes, caressing my hair from my face. "When I asked you to be with me, Lirael. Don't worry, we'll go slow. I'm glad you said yes though." He caresses my cheek, closes his eyes and lays his head back, a peaceful smile on his face.
FUCK MY LIFE! HE DID WHAT?! I SAID YES!
Then it comes back to me. When I was coming and didn't catch all that he had asked.
'..with me, Lirael?'
FUCK!
NO!
WHY?!
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
I slowly slide off of him, grabbing a towel for him to clean up, before hopping in the shower to clean myself off.
Fuck my life! It's supposed to be just sex! Awesome, fantastic, SEX! What have I done! I need to talk with Brian. Maybe he can help me figure out how to fix this? Right?
I pull my hair in quiet frustration, before calming myself to hop back out and seem normal again.
Lance is passed out. I take this as my golden opportunity.
So, I quietly slip on a dress, my sandals and tiptoe downstairs, writing a quick BS note, stating I went shopping for a new work outfit and didn't want to wake him up.
That's the first thing I could think of?! I had a sudden urge for a new work outfit and didn't want to wake him?
Fuck it, it's so bad, it just might work.
I race over to Brian's house, knocking and ringing his bell. He opens the door, looking like he just woke up, with hair sticking up in odd angles and in sleep shorts.
"Who the hell....Lirael?!" He stands back with the door open, letting me in. "It's seven in the morning? What happened? Why are you banging on my door like that?"
I pace, trying to use up the energy that coursing through me over my anxiety.
"Lirael?" Brian grabs my arm to stop me. "Take a breath and talk to me darling."
When he sees my eyes looking everywhere except him, he pulls me into a fierce hug. "Hey, calm down, breathe."
I take in a deep breath, smelling the intoxicating scent of his cologne and him, a scent I've come to recognize over the years. I breathe his scent in deeply, rubbing my face against his chest. He clears his throat and shuffles his feet, moving us to the couch.
"Um.. Let's sit down." He clears his throat again, taking us down to sit, but I keep my face attached to the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
Before I know it though, I'm sobbing in his arms.
"Did you have a panic attack or flashback?" He strokes my hair, letting me stay there.
I shake my head no.
Brian immediately stills. In all the years he's known me, the amount of times he's seen me cry like this when I'm not reliving my trauma through a session, he can count them on one hand.
"Lirael, what happened? Did something happen between you and Lance? Did he do something?" Brian's tense frame waits to hear my answer as I cling to him harder.
He releases a controlled breath, his hands stilling. "Lirael, please tell me what happened. Otherwise, I'm going to continue assuming the worst thing right now. Which is only making me want to go and kick his ass."