It was so fucking easy with Delilah. There was never any pretense, no formalities, just fantastic sex. They saw each other a couple of times a week, meeting up at one of their apartments, and fucked on every imaginable surface. She had a little studio in a walk-up in Hell's Kitchen, across the street from a school. It was cozy, filled with mismatched furniture she probably got second-hand and books stacked in piles on the floor. He took the steps two at a time, propelling himself to the third floor where her door would be left unlocked for him to come in. She greeted him with a flirty smile and a wave, keeping her mouth shut, waiting for his instructions. Or else she'd come over to his place on the Upper East Side, a modestly sized one-bedroom with a sleek, modern feel in a newer building. Chris had a much simpler, clutter-free existence. He left the door unlocked for her too after he buzzed her into the lobby and sat reclining on the sofa, frequently with a glass of scotch in his hand.
They didn't go out. They weren't dating. It was a strictly sexual arrangement that they were both entirely happy with. It went unspoken, but she never asked him to take her out to a restaurant or to go see a movie. She seemed happy to stay in. Occasionally, they would order some food and eat their take out on the sofa, half-dressed, with their feet up on the coffee table. They talked, just surface things, nothing overly personal. Work, TV shows, politics were the usual topics. Del was smart and feisty and opinionated and he didn't mind hearing about the way she tore some asshole a new one at work over asking her whether she slept her way into her managerial position.
He didn't usually stay the night at her place, although she sometimes stayed at his. He didn't like the idea of her traveling home alone in the middle of the night.
Several months had passed in this manner and Del was doing a fantastic job at the whole submissive thing. He wished he had more excuses to actually punish her, and looked for any possible opportunity to do so. Of course, she enjoyed it all, so it wasn't even a real punishment, but they could play it off, he could pretend, in the moment. He's never been with a woman like her before, someone who wasn't actually quiet and timid by nature, but slipped into the role easily and enjoyed it.
"I want to see you twisting those nipples nice and hard. I want you to give them a really good tug," he instructed her while feeding his cock into her mouth. She lay with her head hanging off the bed while he stood over her, watching her play with her breasts. The dark areolas stretched away from her body in her own hands as she pulled and tweaked, moaning aground his cock at the same time. The vibration felt fantastic around his erection. "Keep one hand on and bring your other hand to your pussy," he gave her the next direction. "But no touching your clit." He slapped the hand that was gliding along her body down between her legs. She whimpered. "Get a couple of fingers into that nice, wet pussy and fuck yourself while I watch."
She obeyed. There hasn't been anything yet that she objected to. It was simultaneously satisfying and slightly aggravating how little resistance she offered. He fucked her mouth, pushing his cock further and further in, feeling the back of her throat on his downstrokes. She gagged momentarily and he pulled back but didn't pull out. He took a few shallow thrusts, relishing the feel of her soft tongue circling the head, then shoved himself deeper again. He could feel the tightness of her throat around the sensitive tip and he was nearly ready to burst. He pulled out of her mouth, grasping his throbbing erection and pumping it once, twice, before jets of creamy cum erupted right onto Del's breasts. He watched her hand working her pussy a little bit faster, raising her hips up off the bed to take her fingers deeper. Her thumb seemed to be itching to touch her clit, trembling over it.
He moved away from his position over her, sitting down on the bed next to Delilah. Her eyes were closed, her expression anguished. Her hair cascaded down in waves like honey flowing slowly towards the floor. Chris found something so incredibly sensual in the angle of her neck bending backward. He let his eyes skim over all of her, admiring, before he reached his hand out to her clit. She startled, her eyes flying open, then relaxed, letting go, allowing herself to release. She cried out, her hips lifting up towards his hand, intensifying the friction. Her thighs trembled and she moaned, her hand still moving, thrusting inside her.
He pulled his hand away, moving to her breasts where his cum slid down towards her neck from the way her back had arched. He swiped a finger through the thick, creamy substance and brought it to her lips. They were slightly parted, allowing him to press his fingers inside her mouth. She licked the cum off his fingers, her tongue swirling around his digits.
"You're such a fucking cumslut, Del," he smirked tracing his fingers back through the semen on her chest and feeding more of it to her. She nodded, sucking his fingers clean.
"Mhmmm," her lips came together in another moan as he pulled out of her mouth. He looked down towards her pussy where she was now circling her clit with her thumb, so close to another orgasm.
"No," he slapped her hand and she sucked in air through her teeth. "I'll decide when you get to come again." She squeezed her eyes shut and her thighs as well, moaning. Her teeth clamped firmly over her lower lip. "Go clean up." He patted her thigh. She didn't seem to want to get off the bed. Lying there, her head hanging off the edge, the valley between her breasts smeared with his cum, her stomach flat and firm, her thighs squeezing together tightly, she was perfection. He shook the thought out of his head. "C'mon," he nudged her shoulder, "come get in the shower."
She sighed and rolled off the bed, lazily walking towards the bathroom. He watched her ass sway as she walked, still red from where he had spanked her earlier. It was a punishment for last night, when they didn't see each other and he had asked her to send him a picture of herself touching her pussy, and instead, the picture featured a large purple dildo inserted deep inside her. It was really hot and he definitely still jerked off to the image as he had intended, but it gave him an excuse to reprimand her today for not having used her fingers. He also made some threats about where he'd stick that dildo next time he was at her place.
"Hey, there was something that I wanted to ask you," she said, pulling her hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head and wrapping the elastic from her wrist around it.
"Yeah?" Chris adjusted the water temperature in the shower without looking at her.
"I have this work Christmas party thing and they rented a place and it's all kinds of fancy, drinks, and dinner and whatnot." He wasn't sure where she was going with this, but she stepped into the shower while talking, letting the stream of water hit her chest. "Anyway, people are bringing dates and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."
This was odd. She has never asked him to go anywhere with her. They've kept the entire arrangement between them so low-key, that he hadn't even mentioned it to Collin ever. It was just sex. Now she wanted him to come to some formal work function? And introduce him as what?
"Eh, I don't know Del," he made a face.
"Are you freaked out that I'm going to lie and tell people that you're my boyfriend?" She smirked at him over her shoulder and he felt his face flush slightly. "I won't, I promise. I'm not delusional, Chris." He blew out a breath, his mouth a straight line.
"What would you say? Hey, have you met this guy I'm banging?" He watched her in the shower. She cracked up laughing, squeezing some of his body wash into her hand.
"Umm, if you want me to, sure," she announced cheerfully. "I was just thinking of saying 'date.' You know, nondescript, non-committal. I could say escort," she turned to him and winked. "God, that sounds like a hot little fantasy, you being my escort, doing whatever I want for a change." She giggled.
