A Word to the Reader: This is
not
literature. It is not even
erotic literature
- it's an amusing (I hope!) little piece of "
What if...?"
I hope you enjoy.
- cva
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"But you didn't get to cum yet, did you, Darling?
"Don't worry, I have an idea I think you might like. In fact, I think you'll like it a lot."
Lani kissed the tip of my nose, then with both her hands on my shoulders she slowly started to lift herself off me - and off my cock. And iIt might have been my imagination, but I think she had this look of...
regret
on her face.
One other thing I noticed that was kinda different - this time, since I didn't cum in her (yet, I hoped!) she didn't have to grab a bunch of Kleenex to catch stuff dripping from her pussy. But I was hoping that she was still pretty wet... inside.
"C'mon, Lover."
She took my hand and guided me up from the "amazing" chair and led me over to the bed, which was still kind of messed up from... from what we did before lunch. She sat down on the bed, then stretched out, then still holding my hand she guided me onto the bed with her, my hard-on still leading the way.
"I know you haven't cum yet, Sweetheart, but I have an idea of how we can fix that." Then she smiled that
"I know something you don't know"
smile. "In fact, I think you're going to like my idea a lot.
"You remember that little thing I did this morning, when you were ready to cum but were too... excited... to let go? And remember that thing I did...?"
Yeah, I remembered - when she smeared the pats of butter on my bum - into my
asshole
- and worked them around 'til I came. Yeah, I remembered. But why did she bring that up now?
"Yeah, you mean with the butter and stuff? Yeah, I remember. But..."
"Well, you know, Jason - you know how that butter... how it felt when I spread it around - and in you, and how good it felt, and how it helped you relax...?" She turned all the way toward me and looked right in my eyes. "Well, sometimes something like that helps
me
to... relax... too."
Was she telling me that she wanted me to smear butter on her and that it would help her...
relax
? Why would she need to "relax?" She couldn't have been all tense down there like I'd been earlier, when I couldn't cum?
"What
we're
going to do, Jason... I'm going to need a little 'relaxing' before we... before
both of us
can really enjoy it."
I still couldn't figure out what the heck Gr...
Lani
was getting at.
"I don't understand - why do you need to
relax
? Aren't you already... relaxed? I mean, isn't your..." and I kinda stumbled because I didn't know how to say what I was thinking without sounding crude, "Isn't your... pussy... already... relaxed from... from what we just did...?"
When I finished, Lani smiled, like she was amused at what I just said, but also because she understood why I was confused.
Still smiling, she said, "You know, Jason, there's another place down there where a cock can fit very nicely?"
Ohhh
- did she mean...?
"You mean...?"
She smiled again.
"So... do you think it's time for you to get your fingers a little buttery...?"
She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a couple of the little butter packets she'd taken when we were coming back from lunch. She peeled off the tops and held them out to me.
I reached out to take them from her and then stopped for a second. But then I guess I knew I needed to cross the bridge. I put my first two fingers together and dug them into the first packet...
... and remembered something from the morning, something Lani said.
"This morning, when you were... when you were using your finger to...," and once again I wasn't sure how to say it "politely," "when you were rubbing the butter into...," and stumbled again. "Into my... butt...," there, I finally got it out, "when you were doing that you said something about my father..."
Lani smiled, but she didn't say anything. She was going to wait and make me say it.
"You said something like how my father 'isn't the only man in the family who likes that' - liked having butter rubbed up his... butt."
She still wasn't going to say anything, like she was going to make me drag it out of her.
"And when I asked you said you'd explain later." She just kept smiling, that
"I know something you don't know"
smile of hers.
"Well...!"
She finally gave in.
"I guess you'll find out anyway..."
Find out