"Thanks,’ he said when it was over and we lay spooned together in the big bed. He sounded more grateful than I thought he should. I rubbed the arm he'd draped around my waist.
'I like it that way, too, you know.'
He nuzzled the back of my neck. 'Good. 'Cause I'd hate to think you weren't enjoying it as much as I was.'
I smiled at this rare evidence of self-doubt. 'I'm not sure anyone could enjoy anal sex as much as you, Sean. But I suspect I come close.'
'Bitch,’ he said, and playfully nipped my shoulder.
We fell asleep without once mentioning Joe, or the turn in the road he was even then poised to negotiate.
We didn't expect Joe until the next evening.
Without much effort, Sean convinced me to play truant from work and we spent the day alternately cooking and making love and napping. Considering our priorities, we kept the blinds closed and our clothes off. After a lunch of crisp potato pancakes - good energy food, Sean insisted - he slung me over his shoulder, fireman style, and carried me down the basement steps.
Time to do the laundry,' he sang out. When I pro-1 tested at being dangled upside down that way, he gave my bottom a sharp smack.
Luckily, my stomach had recovered by the time he bent me over the front of the rumbling dryer. 'Oh,’ I said, because the vibration zinged straight from my 1 nipples to my groin. 'Oh, yeah,’ Sean agreed.
His thumbs parted my cheeks, baring me to view and tickling the fine, sensitive hairs around my anus. The light touch made me shiver, made the strong ring of muscle pucker and pull in. Sean sucked in a breath at j my reaction. Was he wondering how that contraction \ would feel around his shaft? He shuffled closer and bent his knees until his erection nestled up against my mons. I could tell how excited he was. The turgid flesh jerked with impatience, eager to find a home.
I reached back to pat his hip, but Sean didn't want , that sort of comfort. As if he couldn't wait another minute, he nudged my vulva with the full, round knob of his cock, then dipped inside. He sank deep, then withdrew and thrust again. Despite this activity, I felt a restlessness in him. His knees jiggled behind mine. His breath came in fits and starts.
He wasn't paying attention to me yet. This penetration, deep as it was, was merely preparation. When he'd wet the head and shaft sufficiently, he shifted back to his true target.
'May I?' he asked. Longing thickened his voice.
His politeness surprised me. But perhaps he thought two times in two days was more than the average woman would welcome. He needn't have worried. Even if I hadn't been game, seeing how turned on he got was worth the price of admission - so to speak.
'Please do,’ I urged, equally polite.
With a luxuriant sigh, he eased inside. Yet again, I marvelled at the intensity of sensation as he filled me -over-filled me, rather. His cock stretched me to my limits, but agreeably so. I wriggled my front against the vibrating dryer and my backside against his velvety groin. He kissed my neck as my inner resistance melted and he slid inside that last delightful inch.
‘I love this,’ he crooned. His fingers burrowed through the auburn triangle between my legs, searching out my throbbing bud. 'You have the sweetest, tightest arse.'
I didn't have the breath to respond because he'd found my hooded jewel and was rubbing it back against my pubis with his thumb. His cock began to thrust - slow, shallow strokes that seemed to multiply every nerve transmission by a power of ten.
'Oh, God, Sean,’ I said. 'Keep doing that. That's heaven.'
'What about this?' He eased two fingers into my vagina. Bending them slightly, his knuckles stroked the rear wall of my sheath. 'Is this good, too?'
I moaned my approval. He increased the pressure. His cock jerked inside me and a light went on above my head.
'Can you feel that?' I whispered. 'Are you stroking yourself, too?'
'Yes,’ he admitted, and we both shuddered.
'Go slowly,’1 said. 'Go as slowly as you can,’
'Yes,’ he agreed, and then neither of us had the power to communicate beyond groans and wriggles of ecstasy.
We were wrapped in each other, in our aching, lazy climb to climax. We didn't hear the door open. We didn't hear him call out. We didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs. We didn't know Joe was home until he opened the door and spoke.
'Hey, guys, doing laundry? Oh -' He caught his breath with a funny gasp. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to - I'll waiif upstairs.'
I tried to turn, but Sean's weight held me in place. He spoke before I could. 'Thanks, buddy,’ he said, his voice froggy with lust. 'Give us half an hour.'
'Half an - Oh, sure. I'll just - I'll see you later.'
The door to the laundry room closed behind him. This time, I did hear his steps, faltering and heavy, as he trudged back upstairs.
'We should go up,’ I said, then groaned. My body wanted to stay exactly where it was, especially when Sean resumed his shallow, maddening thrusts. 'We should find out what happened in New York.'
He drew his tongue up my nape. 'It'll keep. Anyway, he'll survive the boot being on the other foot for once.'