Page 26 of Our Sadie
“I’m gonna make you come again,” I tell Sadie, my body all too aware of how it’s lined up above hers.
“No one’s ever made me come twice,” she whispers in a raw rasp.
“That ends here.”
I’d like to say that a lack of multiple orgasms isn’t a common issue, but I’ve heard this from so many women. Women of all ages, too. I can’t believe the men they were with weren’t getting the job done, but a lot of them weren’t. Some not even after decades of practice.
Kinda pathetic, if you ask me.
Even a dude with sexual problems or who comes too early should be able to get his woman off with his tongue and fingers. Especially today with all the answers right there on the internet.
Again, I work us into a rhythm, and since I still don’t know all of Sadie’s quirks, I ask her about them.
“You like tasting yourself on my lips?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wanna try it?”
She raises her head, so I French her, delving my tongue into her mouth. On occasion, I’ve had clients be repulsed by this, but not Sadie. She seems to like it, so I continue the kiss, suckling her tongue with my own.
Our bodies are moving as one, her core so warm around me, and I go back to pinching her nipple to rev her up to the same intense level again. She’s not automatically flying into number two, though, so I alter our positions until we’re on our sides facing one another, my hand burrowing a path between us.
Once I locate her clit, I increase my pace, kissing the hollow of her neck beneath her ear.
And that does it. She cries out, her voice loud now that my ears are no longer muffled by her thighs, but I don’t mind at all. I like hearing her as she roars out my name.
“Dom...”
It’s a relief to allow my body to give in to hers, to let her milk my own climax from my cock as my release pours out of me. As soon as I’m capable, I rise from the mattress to retrieve a warm washcloth from the attached bathroom.
It’s as I’m returning that I catch sight of her levering up on one of her knees, ass in the air, the pearly fluid of my seed visibly leaking from that glistening pink pussy of hers.
I freeze in place, rooted to the spot. Since I’ve always worn protection in my line of work and even before that, I’ve never been able to view a woman sprawled naked across her bed with my come dribbling out of her. I had no clue that seeing it would stir something up inside of me. Something primitive. Something I don’t even know how to describe.
Whatever that something is makes me want to claim Sadie. To own her. To call her mine.
Which, even if she chooses me to be her long-term guy, she’d probably be unwilling to allow. I literally feel like a caveman right now, and what woman wants that?
“What’s wrong?” she eventually demands to know, and it hits me that I’m standing here like some moron with a washcloth bunched up in my fist that’s meant for her.
I hand it over and plant my backside on the corner of her mattress. I’m half afraid to change my position even though I know most women prefer to cuddle at this point. But if I do, I might wrap my arms around her and refuse to let go.
That’s when I peek at my watch and register the time.
“Want something to eat?” I ask her.
“Yeah, actually,” she tells me, and I look at her. Her limbs are loose and sated, any of the pinched features I’ve noted before, gone.
I spoke with Maxine earlier this morning and requested that she provide me with a picnic basket full of finger sandwiches. It sounded so cool to me then, but now the idea sounds kinda lame. Will Sadie like it? Or will the notion of a cold dinner prove dissatisfying to her?
Suppose I’ll have to risk it.
Yanking on my clothes, I traipse over to her door and step through. I give her only a brief glance behind me before vamoosing out of there. I need a second to get my head straight.
“Be right back.”