When I’m on the verge of coming, he props himself up on one arm and splays his other hand across my sternum. His eyes stay on me as he moves, hips rocking slowly, so different from the eating-orgasm marathon.

I cup his cheek and pull him closer. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips.

“I love you back.”

He kisses me when I come, swallowing his name.

4

BEARD CONDITIONING

RANDY

 

I lie on top of Lily for a few minutes after I come. Not because I can’t move, but because I don’t want to. I know I’m being needy and weird, but there’s a lot going on right now, and I’m feeling anxious. Also, if I move from this spot, there’s a good chance I’ll make a mess all over the comforter, and this isn’t my cottage or my bed. There are laundry facilities, but it’s not like it won’t be obvious what was going down if we have to wash the quilt an hour after arriving.

After another minute or two of me being Lily’s human blanket, she says softly, “We should probably go down to the dock and be social for a few hours.”

“Probably,” I agree.

She pats my ass. “Let me up so I can put a bathing suit on.”

I tuck an arm underneath her and roll us over, then shimmy until we’re at the edge of the bed.

“What’re you doing?”

“Not making a mess on the comforter.”

“Oh. Good call. We should get a plastic sheet for the rest of the weekend.”

I spin us around until I can plant my feet on the ground. Then I stand, with Lily still attached to me, and walk us to the bathroom. My dick is still half-hard. I could totally go again, but I realize we’ve been up here for a while, and round two is always longer than round one. We’ve been missing long enough.

When we’re in front of the vanity, I turn on the tap. I hold on to her ass, lift her off my cock, and position her over the sink.

“We have way too much practice with this move,” Lily observes, her arms still wrapped around my neck.

I bounce her around a bit before I set her down. “Yeah, but we don’t have to change sheets as often this way.”

She kisses my chest, and I drop my head so I can get a real one. She gives me her cheek. “Oooh. You need to wash that beard.”

I check out my reflection. “Jesus. You made a mess.”

Lily tweaks my nipple. “Jerk!”

“I love it when you condition my beard.”

She makes a gagging sound. “You’re so classy.”

I bite her finger. Then I bring it up to my nose and take a sniff. It’s the one she wouldn’t give me when she was playing with me—and herself.

She tries to pull it out of my grasp. “What’re you doing?”

I slide my free fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and bring hers to her nose. “You should probably wash your hands.”

She shoves my hand away. “Oh my God! You’re so gross!”

I link my fingers with hers. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot that was?”

“How hot what was?”

I’m still holding on to her hair, so when I run my nose along her cheek, she can’t get away from me.

“Finger-fucking yourself two inches above my face. The view was extraordinary.”

“Oh. I thought you might like that.” Her voice is soft, breathy.

“I liked it a lot.” I nip at her jaw. “You know what else I liked?”

“What else did you like?” I can barely hear her now.

We may not make it out of this room before dinner; it may be tomorrow morning. “Guess.”

“I’m not good at guessing games.”

“Come on, Lily. Or are you feeling all shy now?” I back up so I can see her face.

Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes dart away. After all the sex we have, in all the locations, nothing should embarrass her, but clearly this does, which is why I’m pushing for an answer. And also, it’s fucking hot. I want her to do it again, only next time I want to be in on the action.

She lifts her eyes, and her cheeks grow even pinker. It’s barely a whisper when she asks, “Did you like it when I tasted myself?”

“So fucking much. You have no idea.” I pull her forward and rub my now full-on hard-on against her.

Lily’s eyes roll up. “I have a pretty decent idea. You know, in case you were worried, I have no interest in eating pussy; I’m totally a moody dick fan.”

“Thanks for the reassurance. You know I was a little concerned, especially with how worked up you get when I kiss you after I’ve gone down.”

“What?”

“It’s okay, Lily Pad.”

“Was I unclear when Violet tried that? That’s not a nickname you’re allowed to start using.”

“You don’t like it? I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? Now I really don’t like it.”

“Fine. I was just trying it out, luscious. And getting off on your taste in my mouth is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s cool if you went through an experimental phase in college. I don’t even mind if you want to tell me about it.” I’m fucking with her, mostly because I’m one-thousand percent sure she didn’t have an experimental phase. Or if she did, it didn’t include dining from the girl buffet.

She bites her lip and gives me a shy smile. “Well, there was this one time freshman year when I stayed overnight in the all-girls dorm…”

“What?”

She snorts. “Oh my God, your face right now.”

“Are you serious?”

“No. I’m not serious, but if you want me to make up a story, I’m happy to do that for you.”

“I’m good with your pussy being the only one you taste, like, ever.”

“Kinda like I’m good with being the only one who ever made you come from a blow job.”

“Exactly.”

Yeah, we’re not leaving this room for a while.

It’s another half hour before we exit the bathroom. When I’m done with Lily, she’s had two more orgasms, and she’s promised me a blow job later, after we spend some time at the dock.

She picks up the foaming soap pump and squirts it on my half-limp dick, then looks at the label. “Oh, moody dick is going to smell like black cherry merlot. Fancy.”