I joked with Kelly and Michon on Facebook if this needed an intro I’m just giving it a small one. Inspired as a “part two” from the 7th Principle posts in the #UUsHaveSex series, Audrey has come over to The Queen’s mansion. I was having all sorts of emotional problems as I wrote this so it might get dodgy at points. But I decided to share it in one long (1536 words) post; I have one more “part two” post planned (Simon and Tommy) before I’m going to dive into my novels awhile. I have two more mainstream to finish and submit as well as Vala’s Story- book 3 is with my beta reader for a final read, book 4 waiting for her, so I’m going to salve my pervy heart with book 5.
“Simon was debating putting it through a few dryer cycles, but I said that just hanging it up outside would be better,” The Queen said as he lead Audrey to Erik’s swing set to grab the blanket he preferred to use in his pines.
“My man.” Audrey squeezed The Queen’s hand before helping him to pull the thick, navy blanket down from the metal frame. “But then you do have the super efficient dryers.”
“Come on.” The Queen grinned at Audrey. “Yiska was out here earlier and he said he raked the brush in the circle.” He pulled the blanket around his shoulders and started toward his trees.
Audrey felt pulled into a moment of memories, seeming him almost swaddled in the blanket bigger than him. The sun shown down pleasantly on her naked shoulders. Listening to the birds chirping in the trees, she delighted in the sparkling water of the pool Simon had built.
“My love?” The Queen called out as he paused to watch her slowly travel to him.
Her nipples throbbed against her tank top in response to his smile. She stepped faster to make it to his side. “Just enjoying the pond. Those pond lilies Simon found are precious.”
“Yes, they are, but not as precious as you. I so want to enjoy you.” The Queen lowered his eyelashes in response to her gaze on his face. “Please don’t make me beg.”
She smiled so wide, it hurt her cheeks. “But I like you begging, especially when you let me know the seriousness of your need with a contraction.” Using her hands, she pushed her way into the blanket with him. “Whatever is the matter, baby?”
“Just want you,” The Queen whined.
“Good. I want you to want me.” She pressed her lips to his naked chest. “I don’t need the trees. I need you.”
Groaning, he released her and then lowered himself to the grass. He spread the blanket out and looked up at her. “I wanna drink.”
She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Why, baby?”
“I… I don’t know.”
She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him, deeply and hard, her tongue plunging between his lips. His hips pressed his crotch against hers and she longed for them to be naked. She grabbed the bottom of her top and yanked it off over her head, only giving a moment’s thought to her wig coming off with it.
The Queen shuddered as Audrey released him to kiss his way down her neck. His lips parted as he sucked and licked her skin, leaving a trail as he made it to one breast. “Lovely, lovely,” he murmured against her skin before sucking the nipple into his mouth.
Audrey’s hands moved up into The Queen’s hair, burying in his tresses and holding his controlling his head. “Yes, like that.” She moaned as his hand traveled down her torso from breast to her stomach. “Yes.” She lifted her hips. “Untie my skirt.”
His warm hand moved over her hip as he pulled the bow on her wrap-around skirt loose.
“That’s my boy,” she murmured. She smiled at Tommy stopping beside the blanket, a squat white bowl in his hand. Nodding her thanks, she watched him set the dish beside her hip before running back into the house.
With his mouth moving to her other breast, The Queen’s hand kept her nipple from getting cold. He traced his tongue around the base on her breast before drawing a line with the tip of his tongue to her nipple. He lowered his knees to the ground between her legs. “You’re so much better than a drink.”
She encouraged him to start his way down her torso. Sighing, she undulated to get closer to his loving mouth. Her body tingled with desire for his touch. She took his right hand and lead it between her legs. Groaning, she bathed in the sensations of his fingers stroking her balls, then moving up to caress her shaft, the soft pads of his fingertips collecting her pre-cum and smearing it down the glans and into the edge of her foreskin.
His elbow knocked the bowl. He looked at it and then her face.
“Your fingers first,” she purred. “Make me feel good.”
He wrapped his left hand around her shaft before dipping his right middle finger into the partially melted coconut oil. Brushing the oil between her asscheeks, he then reached for more.
Her nipples pulsed as if they would burst from pleasure as the tip of his finger slid into her asshole. His hair teased her thighs for just a moment before he threw it over his shoulder again. She bent her legs and placed her the soles of her feet on the soft blanket. His increased attentions with better access made her moan deep in her throat. She flexed her thighs to keep from thrusting up at him.
“Thank you.” He brushed his cheek against her shaft. “I love giving you this pleasure.” He caressed her frenulum with the tip of his tongue. His moans thudded into her cock as he sucked her between his lips.
She reached down and caught handfuls of his hair. “Another… finger,” she gasped.
His hand moved from her shaft as those fingers brushed more coconut oil over her ass. His long fingers stroked her balls as the tip of a second finger pressed against her asshole.
Wallowing in the building ecstasy, she bared down on his fingers. “Baby boy.” She hissed with the almost overwhelming stretch of his second, thick finger moving into her trembling body. “Slow, slow,” she whispered.
“Yes, my love.” He brushed his nose and cheeks across the glans before taking her shaft back into his mouth.
“Unnnnh,” she groaned as her body relaxed into his curled caress. Her noise rose into a strangled cry as his finger tapped against her prostate. “So good, baby.” She pressed her toes into the blanket, into the ground. “Gentle, like. I want to feel you inside me before I come too.”
The Queen whimpered around Audrey’s cock.
“That’s right. Get me ready for your beautiful cock, boy.” She sighed with the gentle pressure of his other hand applying more oil on his fingers. Easing one hand out of his messy hair, she brought her fingers up to her chest, She lightly pinched one nipple and then the other, her gasps harmonizing with his groans. With his two fingers sliding fully into her asshole, her hips released into the spasms of an ejaculation-less orgasm.
He pulled his mouth up until he was able to kiss the perfectly shining head of her cock. “Love you, love you so much,” he murmured against her skin. He dragged the flat of his tongue up and down her shaft.
She started to cry softly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, my beautiful boy. Want your cock.” Her hand still in his hair dropped between her legs to touch his wrist. “It’s been so very long and I want it to be you.” She held in a breath as his emotions flitted over his gorgeous face.
Throwing his hair over his shoulders again as he moved back to his knees between her legs, he looked into her eyes and then smiled. “Yes, thanks.” He took a palmful of the oil and stroked his cock with it from base to the very tip of his shining head. He clasped her calves and lifted them onto his shoulders. He paused to ask, “You sure?”
“Yes!” She pushed out every bit of her breath as he brushed his cock over her asshole. She panted to bring the oxygen back into her body as he eased himself past her tight muscle.
He grasped her hip with one hand as he wrapped his other hand around her shaft. “Love you, my Lady.” Blinking at the title that slipped past his lips, he dropped his gaze to the joining of their bodies.
“Love you,” she murmured and grabbed his knee. She felt her muscles tense around his cock as she expected pain, but he held still. His thumb moving over her slit encouraged her to relax again. Her head rocked back with the pleasure of him sliding further into her. “Yes,” she sighed. His cock slid over her prostate and she grunted with renewed readiness to come.
“Love my Audrey. Love you.” He slowly drew back and then slid in again, his balls brushing against her tailbone. “Thank you, love.” Gasping, he made love to her, whimpers following gasps at her body’s hold on his cock.
She tightened around him as her cum shot out over his hand, onto her stomach. “Love!” She reached up for him even as he was crashing down onto her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as he groaned his own orgasm.
He pushed his hands beneath her head. “Love you so much.”
“Love you, baby.” She lifted her head to kiss his trembling lips, moaning when he lowered her head back to his hands even as he continued kissing her. Their bodies’ connections felt so very good. She’d ask in a moment why he wanted to drink.