Now I am truly still, giving myself up to his control, the only movement I make is in response to the flick of his tongue. I feel myself start to climb towards orgasm – my whole body arches and tightens against my restraints, it is unstoppable and the first wave makes me cry out loud, then wave after wave of delicious ecstasy washes over me. Quickly he unties me and we lie close to each other under the duvet - I can barely move, I am so sated, and whisper my thanks.
We are not finished, however, and it is not long before he guides my hand to his groin, and I caress and stroke his erection – he grows larger and harder under my fingers.
"Baby, I can hardly move" I protest, but he assures me that is not a problem. The room is warmer now, or perhaps it is we who are warm, even hot, and he throws back the covers. He pulls me to the edge of the bed so that I am kneeling on the floor, lying face down on the mattress, and his hands go to my hips, positioning me just so and he admires the view of my private parts. He again touches my pussy and briefly my clitoris, but it feels tender and I protest. His fingers spread my wetness upwards toward my anus, and I gasp as he starts to insert his finger, unerringly finding a spot that is surprisingly pleasurable – this is something that I have not tried before, but I am willing to experience it. He brings his cock up to my hot wet pussy and starts to push himself inside me, I am relaxed and it is not difficult for him to bury his whole length in me.
He starts to move slowly, his finger also moving and exploring my ass, making me gasp with surprise and appreciation. He begins to pick up the pace, moving faster and deeper, slamming into me, the bed shaking. I feel the slap of his balls against my thighs and I am not surprised to find myself climaxing again, crying out only seconds before he also shudders and trembles with the final strokes of his orgasm. Our juices combine and trickle down my thighs. Now we are both exhausted, and he lies on me for a few moments, his weight pressing me into the mattress until I protest. We manage to untangle ourselves and weakly climb back into the bed, pulling the duvet over us. We collapse into each other’s arms and I finally surrender to sleep.
I lie awake and stare at the ceiling, Cija’s warm body nestled into mine. Her tears shook me, how am I going to tell her that I will be away for months at a time? I want to stay here, safe in our own little world, forget about everything else. But time ticks away and soon she will have to know. What will she say – will she cry again, shout, scream, storm out of the apartment? She was so quiet when we met but she is becoming more confident, more sure of herself. Is that because of me; how will she behave when I am gone? Cija expects - no, deserves, my whole attention, and I can’t give it right now. I can’t ask her to go with me, she has her own life here and I will be back and forth indefinitely.
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