“Find someone else to be friendly with.” I didn’t even let her finish introducing herself. I didn’t care what her name was. Hannah apologized embarrassedly for my rude behavior and the still-polite stranger wished us both a nice night.
I made sure to keep an arm securely around Hannah as I waited for her to finish up her transaction at the bar. I knew I was acting irrationally jealous and overprotective, but I didn’t care. She was my everything.
“Drinks are coming!” She happily announced to her friends back at the table. “But we gotta go, Ellie’s not feeling very well…” I tried my best not to let my confusion show. Despite the group’s pleas for us to stay for one last drink, she insisted that I already drank too much. Not true. I could’ve drunk way more and she knew it. Her friends took turns hugging her goodbye and two of them even gave me a hug.
They told Hannah to make sure to bring me with her next time, which made me feel really good.
Hannah booked us a ride to my apartment and as we were waiting by the curb, I apologized. “I’m sorry… I know I was acting crazy back there, I didn’t mean to cut the night short. I just- I don’t know, I didn’t like seeing that girl all over you. I know you keep saying you’re not my girlfriend, but you kinda, sorta are. And I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea that you’re single.”
“Oh, Ellie…” She tilted her head to the side. “I’m not ‘kinda, sorta your girlfriend’-I am your girlfriend.” She held my hand. “You know I’m just teasing you when I say I’m not, right?”
“Yeah…” I didn’t sound convincing, but she let it slide and just squeezed my hand.
“And babe, the girl at the bar wasn’t all over me. I would’ve told her that I’m very happily taken if she was,” she reassured me and I instantly felt better. A lot better. She proceeded to tell me that the stranger was actually asking about one of her friends. And before she could say what kind of drink should be sent over, I came around and basically told the poor woman to fuck off.
“Oh…” I mumbled. My face was burning. “Sorry,” I said again, making her laugh. “Wow, I’m actually crazy, huh?”
“Mhmm, completely bonkers.” She agreed before kissing me right on the lips. “But that’s okay… If the hot ones are crazy, then that means the crazy ones are also hot, right?” She was referencing our first conversation ever and it made me swoon.
. . .
Once we made it back to my place, she wasted no time leading us to my bedroom and getting me undressed. To my surprise and delight, she got naked, too. Completely. The sight of her perfect tits and pretty little pussy made my mouth water. Too much time had passed since I last saw all of her.
I was already bending down, ready to get on my knees and in between her thighs to worship her.
“Can I?” I let out a loud, disappointed groan when she shook her head, no. I was going to ask her if she was just naked to punish me when she told me to go get my strap-on. “Which one?” I called out from my walk-in closet with a huge grin. I returned and placed a medium-sized, faux leather box on the floor. It contained some options for her to choose from: a pink one with black straps and a rabbit, a pinkish purple strapless one, a black vibrating one and the familiar light blue one. Like I’d told her in the hotel, I had a whole new arsenal of sex toys I couldn’t wait to use on her.
She raised an eyebrow from where she was on my bed. “Oh my god, Ellie…”
“What?” I laughed. “Hey, just because I was patiently waiting doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning.” I licked my lips. My eyes greedily took in her body. I was so glad she was naked. “And believe me, baby, I have so many plans for you.”
She began touching herself, her fingers moving through her visibly wet folds. “Blue for tonight.” She pointed at the familiar dildo we’d used a few times in the past. “Hurry.”
I grabbed and quickly put on her chosen toy. I glanced at her pussy, it was already glistening. More than wet enough. There was no need for the lube in the nightstand. I got on the bed and placed a pillow exactly where I wanted it underneath her. I took my spot in between her spread out thighs. I didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want, so I played it safe by using the tip to trace her wet slit up and down. I would’ve preferred using my fingers and mouth to get her nice and ready, but I wasn’t about to start complaining out loud.
I was just about to push in when she yelled. “Oh fuck-” Her hips began to jerk. She unexpectedly shut her thighs, squeezing her legs together. Her whole body shook as she climaxed. I stared, captivated by what I was seeing.
“Shit. Sorry,” she gasped out with a light laugh. She was using her forearm to cover her eyes as she tried to get her breathing under control. I joined her on the bed to take her in my arms. “I just need a second,” she whispered and I nodded before kissing her deeply. “Fuck, I can’t believe that just happened.” She laughed and I placed kisses all over her blushing cheeks.
“Babe, you’ve been denying yourself so much, I’m not surprised that happened. I’m glad it did though, you really needed to come.” I moved down to kiss her throat all over. “And it was so hot, you’re so hot.” I bit her neck lightly before soothing the spot with my tongue. “I bet that felt really good…” I caressed her body, my palm moving from right above her pelvis to right under her boobs, back and forth. Seriously, how was I still behaving myself? “But please, Hann, let me show you how much better I can make you feel.”
“I-” She threaded her fingers through my hair, pulled my face to hers and kissed me. When we broke apart, she cupped my cheek and traced my cheekbone with her thumb. “Okay, you can show me…” She grinned out. Her smile was perfect. The consent caused a hot wave of excitement to rush through my body. “But can I ask you a question first?”
“Anything.”
“Why?”
“Huh?” I sat up a little and tilted my head to the side, confused. “Why?”
“Why do you wanna fuck me?”
The question caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure how to answer it. It was like being asked why the sky was blue or why the sun was hot. I briefly considered telling her I just wanted to make her feel good because I loved her, but I stopped myself. The first time she’d ever hear those words from me wouldn’t be for the purpose of getting her to agree to sex.
“First off, I don’t just want to fuck you. Though there will be plenty of fucking, I promise.” To emphasize my point, I poked her thigh with the strap-on I was still wearing. “But I wanna make love to you tonight and as often as you’d let me afterwards because you make me so, so happy,” I explained. “And the way I feel because of you is so beyond what I deserve and yet, you’re still here, on my bed, with me.”
“Ellie, you deserve the world.”
“No, you do… And you’re here even if I don’t deserve you.” As I gazed at her from above, her perfect, petite body naked on my sheets, I knew for a fact that I’d never be able to do better than her. Physically, she was a bombshell but somehow, her personality was even greater. She was the most kindhearted person I knew. Any dream girl I could’ve conjured up would’ve still paled in comparison. “Also, you’ve been taking such good care of me these past few weeks, baby, always letting me come all over that pretty face of yours… I think it’s time you let me try to make you as happy as you make me.”
“But you already do. You need to know that, okay? You make me super happy.” She bit her lower lip. Her sweet reassurance caused more liquid pleasure to flow through my bloodstream. “Now, make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I kissed her. “You sure though, right?” I asked again, one last time. She rolled her eyes before grabbing one of my hands and placing it on her boobs. I stopped wasting time. I slunk down her body and wrapped my lips around one of her tight nipples as I tweaked the other one with my fingers. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” I told her as I quickly kissed my way down her body.
There was no way I could’ve teased her. I’d been dreaming of being with her again for months, teasing her would’ve been tantamount to torturing myself. I was so excited to taste her again, too excited. My heart felt like it was going to just suddenly stop.
“Babe, can we…” I looked up at the same time as Hannah touched the toy on my hips with her leg. “Can we do that first?” I groaned. Only my girlfriend was capable of turning strap-on sex into a way to tease me. “Please? We didn’t get to a while ago.”
“But my mouth is literally inches away from your pussy right now,” I argued. “How about just a quick-” She cut me off with another super cute, elongated ‘please,’ which probably had like five E-s if you asked her to spell it out. “You’re killing me right now,” I grumbled. “Fine, but after, I’m giving you head for hours, okay?” I slowly licked her wet slit from bottom to top and she moaned. She tasted amazing. I wanted to devour her. “For hours.”
She agreed and for the second time, I situated myself in between her thighs. She was still very wet, but just to be safe, I spat on my right palm and then coated the shaft with my spit. I then pushed the tip of the toy against her pussy’s entrance, loving the breathy squeaks that she made as I stretched her out. She was staring at the silicone cock as it slowly disappeared inside her, but I was looking right at her face. She was squinting, fighting the need to close her eyes, so she could keep watching. The look of awe she had on was so adorably sexy.
She was so tight, but I slipped inside her without too much trouble since she was soaking wet. She snaked her arms around the back of my neck and wrapped her legs around my body, her calves lightly resting on my ass. We locked eyes and I realized what she really wanted.
I kissed her as I began moving my hips a lot more gently than I’d first intended. I kept my strokes slow but deep, making sure that I went as deep as I could every time. She whimpered each time the full length was all the way inside her. Rolling my hips, I smoothly glided in and out of her, keeping the slow pace for a few minutes until she begged me to go faster.