Chapter Eighteen

Trinity

I woke up alone, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. It was a strange feeling, waking up without Stephen by my side, especially after the passionate love we'd made just a few hours ago.

~I must have been asleep for an hour or so,~ I thought, stretching my limbs to shake off the remnants of sleep.

I sat up and immediately felt the evidence of our earlier activities. Stephen's cum was slowly trickling out of me, a sensation that I found oddly satisfying. I reached down, gathering some on my fingers and bringing it to my mouth to taste.

“Looks like you're still hungry,” Stephen teased, walking into the room just as I was savoring the taste of him. I smiled, deciding to play along.

“You caught me,” I replied, my voice dripping with seduction. I continued to lick my fingers, not even bothering to look his way.

“Guess I shouldn't have brought lunch then,” he said, carrying a silver tray into the room. On it was a bottle of my favorite red wine, adorned with a bow. He also had a large blanket tucked under his arm.

He set the tray on the bedside table and spread the blanket over the bed. From the tray, he produced a basket filled with freshly made sandwiches and chips.

“What are we doing?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“We're having a picnic,” he replied, pouring wine into two glasses and setting them aside to breathe.

“Are you serious?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“Of course,” he said, opening his sandwich and taking a bite. I shook my head, still amazed, and joined him.

We spent the next hour or so eating and talking, avoiding any sexual topics. Instead, we reminisced about our life together, our travels, and our shared experiences. It was a bit difficult at first, given that we were both still naked, but we managed to keep the conversation light and enjoyable.

Once we finished eating, Stephen cleared the bed and we lay down on the blanket, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. We continued our conversation, this time veering towards more intimate topics.

As I recounted one of our more risqué adventures, I noticed Stephen's cock starting to harden. But I could tell that he wasn't thinking about his own pleasure. He was focused on me, on making me feel loved and cherished.

My orgasm was intense, my screams of pleasure echoing through the room. Stephen was a master at pleasuring me, and I found myself thinking about all the mind-blowing orgasms he'd given me with just his mouth.

I remembered the first time he'd gone down on me, in the middle of a planetarium. It was a memory we both cherished. But every time since then, when he decided to pleasure me orally, the results were always magical.

He would take his time, teasing me, making me wait. The anticipation was sometimes agonizing, but it was always worth it. He made each experience personal, showing me just how much pleasure I was capable of experiencing.

And now, it was my turn. The wetness between my legs was a constant reminder of the pleasure he'd given me, and I was eager to return the favor.

His cock twitched under my touch, and I had to suppress a giggle. I paused to take a sip of my wine, then placed the glass back on the table. He let out a soft whine, his hands gripping the bars of the headboard where I'd told him to keep them.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked, my voice filled with seduction. His cock twitched again in response.

Stephen—Unnnh... yes.

His moan echoed in the room.

Not long after he’d finished pleasuring me with his mouth, he slid up next to my gasping body, his index finger teasing my clit. I was so sensitive from his earlier ministrations that his touch sent me spiraling into pleasure again. And again. He’d let me recover, then he’d start massaging my exposed clit, tracing small circles over it. Each time, I’d climax, my hips bucking upward, my legs thrashing wildly.

He teased me about making me climax with just a finger, doing it four times until I pleaded with him to stop, finally clamping my legs shut when I couldn’t take anymore.

Stephen—I knew I should have tied you down.

He joked, planting a kiss on my cheek. I turned my head, my eyes wild. I kissed him fiercely and flipped him onto his back.

Trinity—Hands on the headboard, mister!

I commanded, my voice calm but firm.

Stephen—Why... what are you going to do to me?

He asked, a smile playing on his lips as he reached up.

Trinity—I'm going to show you you're not the only one that can make someone cum with one finger.

I began my own slow, tantalizing game of sexual stimulation. Instead of using my tongue, I used only my index finger and nail. He was already hard, his rigid shaft jutting up from his groin. I had him spread his legs, and I nestled between them, resting my head on his right thigh so I could use my right hand.

I ran my fingertip along his urethra, traveling the length of his shaft, from his balls to the very tip of his head, before returning. My touch was light, just grazing the soft, sensitive skin, at least at first. I varied my speed, sometimes quickening, then slowing to almost a stop.

I’d also change the pressure, becoming more firm, then going back to barely touching him. Occasionally, I’d use my nail, dragging the perfectly manicured edge up to the tip.

I could tell by his face he knew early on he was in trouble. I loved playing with his cock, my fetish for it well established. This time, it was just one finger.

Pre-cum began flowing, a steady stream pouring out of the tip of his cock and pooling on his abdomen. There was a little strand of it that seemed permanently attached between the two. He’d been near an orgasm three times, his cock starting to jump on its own, as if it were craving a harder touch. I’d back off, sipping my wine, enjoying the way it twitched and moved.

I began making small circles at the very tip, first in one direction and then the other. I’d vary my pace and my pressure, watching his balls move in their sack. I would exhale on them, his groans coinciding with the way his cock would jolt upward. And every time there would be a big jerk, I’d pull my finger away, waiting for it to stop before resuming my torturous fun.

The wetness between my legs tingled. Some was still the residual effect from climaxing so hard and so often earlier. But I was still turned on, finding immense satisfaction in teasing his thick cock. When I ran my nail over it once more, I thought he was going to come out of his skin, his reaction making my clit pulse with excitement.

I considered fucking him right then and there, but he wouldn’t have lasted in the state he was in. No, he was too close. Realizing I wouldn’t be satisfied if I didn’t get fucked one more time, I decided to make him cum now, knowing that he’d have time to recover before the night was over.

Focusing on the head again, I drew those little circles on the tip of his cock, right at the edge of where the mushroom cap started along the urethra. I knew that was the most sensitive part, at least from the knowledge I’d gained playing with his cock over the years.

His hands gripped the bars tighter, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became more rapid. The desperate sounds he was making made me quiver with excitement, knowing his orgasm was very close. I considered just letting him cum, taking my finger away and watching him explode. But I didn’t want to ruin it.

As I toyed with Stephen, I knew he deserved more. He deserved everything I could give him. After all, that’s what he’d just done for me; what he always did for me. If ever there was a man that was unselfish in bed, I’d found him, and I was never ever letting him go.

That said, I wanted to watch his cum fly from his cock; wanting him to know just how much pleasure I could give him with a single finger. Well, a finger and maybe my mouth, just a little bit.

I started running my fingertip the entire length again, his cock pulsing, jumping violently. The first spurt dribbled out of the tip as he announced he was about to cum. Leaning forward, I sucked at his sack, my lips placed perfectly between his heavy balls. I felt his cock begin jerking, knowing he was shooting from the way it moved and the way he yelled.

When it started to slow, I wrapped my dainty fingers around his shaft and started jerking him hard and fast as I licked his balls, feeling the power of his cock as it went off again like a cannon a second time, just moments after the first.

I lovingly cleaned up the mess I’d made, starting by sucking his sensitive head, making him beg me to stop. The prickly feeling was like needles poking into his skin, and he knew it was payback for what he’d done to my clit. Only he couldn’t snap his legs shut. He couldn’t even find the strength to let go of the headboard and push me away.

My tongue lapped up his cum, and his pre-cum, savoring the taste as I ate my reward. I remembered how slick his face had been when he crawled up to kiss me after pleasuring me so wonderfully. Doing the same, I shared a sticky, cum-filled kiss with him, letting him taste himself, loving that he’d do that for me.

Trinity—God, you're so sexy.

I purred, thinking of all the things he did that amazed me.

Stephen—So are you, Trinity.

He panted, kissing me on the forehead.

Stephen—I can't believe you just made me cum twice like that.

Trinity—Mmm... my baby had his first multiple orgasm.

I cooed.

Stephen—And you did it with just a finger!

Trinity—I know.

I giggled, capturing his cock with my soft fingers, stroking it, keeping it hard.

Trinity—You can let go of the headboard now, if you want.

Stephen swiftly released his hold, dipping his head between my legs and tracing a path up my thigh with his tongue. He was a master at this game of tease and denial. I moaned, arching my hips, craving the feel of him inside me, or at least the sensation of his mouth on me. But he was relentless, his head moving back down my leg, his tongue taking a long, tantalizing journey from my ass to my clit.

“Stephen, yes... that’s it... don’t stop... don’t you dare...”

But he did. He moved away, trailing his tongue down my other leg. I squirmed, trying to pull him back to where I needed him most.

“What’s wrong, Trinity?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Your damn teasing, that’s what’s wrong. I’m here, under you, begging for you to fuck me, and you’re just...”

Stephen laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“I thought you liked the lack of control. But if it’s a fuck you want, I can do that.”

He started to push me back, but I grabbed his arm, resisting him.

“No, you’re not going to fuck me. You think it’s fun to tease? Let’s see how you like it.”

I rolled onto my knees, directing him to lie down.

“Okay, baby, I’ll play along. Go ahead, have your fun.”

He smiled, knowing that whenever I took control, it turned him on just as much as it did me. He lay down, hands reaching for the headboard. I went to our suitcase, pulling out two of his ties. He watched as I tied him up, his eyes widening when he realized he couldn’t move his arms.

“Problem, baby?” I asked, smirking at his surprised expression.

He shook his head, and I straddled his torso, running my hand down my body to my pussy.

“Oh, that feels so good, baby. Too bad it’s not your tongue here, tasting me. And look at these tits you’ve been kissing and feeling.”

I cupped my breasts, rubbing them in front of him.

“Oh, I love it when you pinch my nipples like this. Too bad you had to tease me so much.”

I threw my head back, my hair cascading down my back. With one hand, I pinched my nipple, while the other hand rubbed my clit harder. I could feel Stephen squirming beneath me, trying to find a way out.

“Mmm, I’m sorry, baby. Let me out and I’ll do whatever you ask. No more teasing, I promise.”

I looked down at him, shaking my head. My breath quickened as my climax approached, my hand moving faster. I’d been wanting to do this all day, ever since he started teasing me this morning. I slid my fingers inside me.

“Mmm, baby, this is payback for all your teasing.”

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, tasting myself.

“Mmm, I bet you wish you could taste me too, huh?”

I returned my fingers to my mouth, sucking on them.

“Well, maybe just a little taste. Just a tease of what you could be having.”

I brought my fingers to his lips, pushing them inside. He moaned as I mimicked the motion my other fingers were making inside me. God, this was turning me on. My husband, lying there, letting me take control. I wanted to fuck him, or better yet, let him go and let him take control. But I had another idea. I removed my fingers from his mouth, turning around so my pussy was just above his chest and my ass was a foot from his head.

“Yum, look what’s down there. I love to taste your pre-cum, you know.”

I bent down, licking it off the tip of his dick. It twitched at the touch of my tongue.

“So little, though. I bet this will make more.”

I bent over again, this time inserting my fingers back into my pussy. Stephen strained, trying to get his head close enough to taste me, but between my weight on his chest and his bound arms, all he could do was watch me pleasure myself. The occasional lick or suck on his dick was pure torture for him, but it was also incredibly hot.

I couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard, or this turned on. I was getting close, and I knew he could tell as my hand moved faster. My legs tightened around his chest and I sat upright, my back to him, letting him imagine the look of ecstasy on my face that matched the sounds of my climax. I pulled my fingers out and sat next to him, my hands leaving red lines down his chest.

I looked at him, his face flushed, his cock twitching.

“Now, what should I do to you next? I know you’d love for me to fuck you, but I think you’re a little too excited, am I right?”

Stephen nodded.

“God, yes! I’d come so fast right now. Please, suck me, then fuck me. Please, baby, give me a blowjob and take my cum.”

I considered it. That was what I’d been thinking about doing, too. But that would be giving him what he wanted. I shook my head, a new idea forming.

“No, baby, I don’t think so. That sounds fun, but it’s what you want. I’ll be right back. I want you to cool down a bit so you’ll last long enough for me to fuck you without you coming immediately.”

I got up, walking out of the room to the kitchen. I returned with my hands behind my back, a piece of ice from the freezer hidden from view.

“So, have you calmed down enough, baby?”

He nodded, and I approached the bed.

“Uh-uh, daddy, I don’t think you have. But I bet this will work.”

I revealed the ice.

“Oh, God, Trinity, please, no. You win, just leave me here to calm down. But don’t do that, baby, please.”

Stephen began to squirm, trying to protect his privates from the cold. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Aw, baby, I promise it won’t be as bad as you think. Trust me, I wouldn’t do that to you. But I do think this will work. And besides, I still want to get worked up again...”

I straddled his head, wrapping the ice pack in his discarded shirt from last night and setting it on his balls. I heard a slight moan of protest muffled by my pussy covering his mouth, but it quieted down as he realized it wasn’t that cold. Meanwhile, his tongue and mouth went to work on me.

My free hand finds its way to the base of his cock, and I close my eyes, swaying my hips to guide his lips and tongue to the right spots. I feel the heat of his breath and the flick of his tongue, and then I shift to let him taste my ass. I linger there for a bit before guiding him back to my pussy and clit.

Over the next few minutes, my breath quickens, my moans grow louder, and the sounds of him pleasuring me intensify. For some reason, I find myself craving the sensation of his tongue on my ass more than anything else. I glance down and see his dick, slightly hard and leaning to one side.

Trinity - Oh no, baby, looks like we overdid it a bit. Here, let's see if this helps.

I remove the ice bag and start to suck on his cock, taking all of it into my mouth. My other hand cups and warms his now chilly balls. I feel him harden and grow in my mouth. I pull off him and start to get up.

Trinity - I might need your help with this one, baby. Lift your legs so I can use them to help lower myself onto your cock. There you go, now I want you to look. Watch me lower myself onto you. Watch as I rub your cock up and down my really wet pussy. You did a good job, baby, you know, making me wet. I'm getting close. So now watch as I move your cock to my ass. Oh, it feels so good having your big hard dick touching my ass. Oh god, watch as your dick pushes into my ass, baby.

I slowly lower myself down, feeling the stretch, the almost painful but so pleasurable pull of my skin.

Trinity - aghhh ohhh there's that nice pain as I stretch open for you. Did you watch your head go in? Felt how tight it was, now watch me lower myself the rest of the way.

Stephen's eyes are glued to the scene before him. He watches wordlessly as I lower myself down, mesmerized by my incredibly sexy voice telling him exactly what I'm doing and feeling. I can tell by the lust in his eyes he's finding this even hotter than watching me play with myself.

Trinity - Tell me, daddy, what's that look? You look very aroused right now.

Stephen - oh god, baby, there's just something so exciting about watching your gorgeous ass fuck my cock.

I take my hand and start rubbing my clit fast again while I squat up and down on his dick.

Stephen - Oh god, baby, I can feel how tight you are getting by the way you are rolling your hips up and down. aghhh, baby, I hope you are close. I don't know how much more I can take.

Suddenly, I gasp and scream out as my climax hits.

Stephen - holy shitttttt, baby, your ass just got so tight.

I pause for a second and then continue to ride my husband. I hear him gasp and exclaim he's going to cum.

I slide off him and surround his cock with my large breasts, moving them up and down over his cock until I feel the warmth of his slick cum covering my breasts. I keep rubbing his cock until his hips stop thrusting and his gasps stop.

I lay on top of him, the two of us trying to catch our breath. I reach up and kiss him as I untie his hands.

He moves the satin sheets to cover our lower bodies, running his hands along my bare back. I hug his torso with my calves as I shift slightly, my breasts now near his face. He licks at them, suckling on my nipples, drawing a soft moan from my lips.

We lay there now, basking in the moonlight that shines through our hotel room, having spent the whole day just the two of us making love over and over again.

I shift my legs slightly and feel the wetness underneath me.

Stephen - You're making another mess.

He jokes as he feels the wetness from my orgasm dripping down onto his leg and onto the sheets.

Trinity - I'll clean it up. I promise.

I coo, too busy enjoying how he's mouthing my breasts to move at the moment.

Stephen - You better, or I'm not going to give you your anniversary present.

Trinity - What?

I ask, pressing my hands against his chest to push myself up. The silky sheet slides down my skin, piling up on his thighs.

Stephen - I said... if you don't clean up the mess you made, I won't give you your anniversary present.

Trinity - I heard that, but you've already given me so much today. You got me a present?

Stephen - Of course, baby. It's our anniversary.

I watch as he rolls over and reaches into the bag, pulling out a box.

Stephen - Happy anniversary, baby. I love you.

I open the box and inside are the matching earrings and necklace to my eternity ring. As I take them out, I notice a sketch underneath.

Trinity - What's this?

Stephen - Look at it.

I look at the piece of paper and on it is a drawing of a heart locked in a chain with a key and padlock. On the padlock is a script of my name and his with our wedding date. I look at him, confused.

Stephen - It's my new tattoo. I have it booked for the end of the month when we return, to be placed over my heart. I have my kids on me, did you really think I wasn't going to have my first love too?