When she came back in the evening, the first thing that Naomi said to him was, “Oh, it’s only a plain wooden box.”
For only the second time since they had set out on this journey into the unknown (how long ago was it that they had got up from the supper table?) she spoke to him; favourite words, worn with much use and polished with much loving. Now she was encouraging him to take his reward for all that he had done for her; yes, just now she wanted him, wanted him as much as she had ever wanted him, even when they were busy making babies with all the abandon of their first few months together. He was still hard; he grew harder. He stared at her back, her beautiful back, the black silk softly billowing about her shoulders, the broad leather belt around her waist, her full hips, her smooth bottom still bearing the glow of its earlier treatment. Her head hung down, all her hair had fallen forward. The golden chain glinted around her neck. It seemed to him that he was standing up against the tip of an even larger penis tightly sheathed in the sort of harness she sometimes put on him when she was taking her turn to dominate him. It pointed straight at him and he was buried deep inside. He stirred and now she urged him on. The vibrators were off now and it was just the two of them together. He pulled back until he was almost out of her, moved slowly, oh how slowly back in and up, up, up, past all the mysterious folds and ridges that felt different every time. This was an experience at once new and fresh and wonderfully familiar. He kept this up for a few more strokes, could feel the tension inside her, then they both took a deep breath, was it the last breath he would ever need? Now there was no restraint, he abandoned himself to pumping as hard as he could, slapping his belly hard against her rear; his balls swung forward with each thrust, brushing the soft parts of her thighs and making her gasp again. As the noise built up the structure stayed firmly in place. He changed his grip to her shoulders, pulling himself deep into her; rejoicing to change the feel of the leather he had been grasping for the smoothness of the silk. She held on, gripped with all her fingers and toes, locked her knees in place, riding his shaft, timing the squeezes of her pelvic muscles. “Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted and at the third “yes” he exploded deep inside her; all his pent up passion squirting straight at her cervix, drenching her in his cum. Another spasm took him and another and was answered this time by her biggest orgasm of the evening. He collapsed, sprawled over her back, gasping for breath, his heart pumping furiously.
How long did they stand there in their half embrace? Now it was important to release her completely, as quickly as possible, to take her in his arms and make love to her with his whole body and mind and to let her unwind into the peace and contentment of their shared support and care for each other. He trod on a little lever near the base of one leg and all the straps fell away: she shook her hands free of the mitts. The golden key swung free around her throat. He stroked her back through the gown, gently lifted her and turned her round, away from the structure, towards him. He kissed her lightly. She kicked off her shoes and clung to him, fitting perfectly into his shoulder and this time there was a very different look in her eyes. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laid her down gently and untied her gown, smiling as he remembered watching her as she had tied the knot. How far had they travelled since then? She sat up to remove her stockings while he went round blowing out the candles. He climbed in beside her and she curled up in his arms.
All the time and effort he had put into making his present for her was satisfied in this embrace. Their bodies relaxed; they were soon asleep.
For only the second time since they had set out on this journey into the unknown (how long ago was it that they had got up from the supper table?) she spoke to him; favourite words, worn with much use and polished with much loving. Now she was encouraging him to take his reward for all that he had done for her; yes, just now she wanted him, wanted him as much as she had ever wanted him, even when they were busy making babies with all the abandon of their first few months together. He was still hard; he grew harder. He stared at her back, her beautiful back, the black silk softly billowing about her shoulders, the broad leather belt around her waist, her full hips, her smooth bottom still bearing the glow of its earlier treatment. Her head hung down, all her hair had fallen forward. The golden chain glinted around her neck. It seemed to him that he was standing up against the tip of an even larger penis tightly sheathed in the sort of harness she sometimes put on him when she was taking her turn to dominate him. It pointed straight at him and he was buried deep inside. He stirred and now she urged him on. The vibrators were off now and it was just the two of them together. He pulled back until he was almost out of her, moved slowly, oh how slowly back in and up, up, up, past all the mysterious folds and ridges that felt different every time. This was an experience at once new and fresh and wonderfully familiar. He kept this up for a few more strokes, could feel the tension inside her, then they both took a deep breath, was it the last breath he would ever need? Now there was no restraint, he abandoned himself to pumping as hard as he could, slapping his belly hard against her rear; his balls swung forward with each thrust, brushing the soft parts of her thighs and making her gasp again. As the noise built up the structure stayed firmly in place. He changed his grip to her shoulders, pulling himself deep into her; rejoicing to change the feel of the leather he had been grasping for the smoothness of the silk. She held on, gripped with all her fingers and toes, locked her knees in place, riding his shaft, timing the squeezes of her pelvic muscles. “Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted and at the third “yes” he exploded deep inside her; all his pent up passion squirting straight at her cervix, drenching her in his cum. Another spasm took him and another and was answered this time by her biggest orgasm of the evening. He collapsed, sprawled over her back, gasping for breath, his heart pumping furiously.
How long did they stand there in their half embrace? Now it was important to release her completely, as quickly as possible, to take her in his arms and make love to her with his whole body and mind and to let her unwind into the peace and contentment of their shared support and care for each other. He trod on a little lever near the base of one leg and all the straps fell away: she shook her hands free of the mitts. The golden key swung free around her throat. He stroked her back through the gown, gently lifted her and turned her round, away from the structure, towards him. He kissed her lightly. She kicked off her shoes and clung to him, fitting perfectly into his shoulder and this time there was a very different look in her eyes. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laid her down gently and untied her gown, smiling as he remembered watching her as she had tied the knot. How far had they travelled since then? She sat up to remove her stockings while he went round blowing out the candles. He climbed in beside her and she curled up in his arms.
All the time and effort he had put into making his present for her was satisfied in this embrace. Their bodies relaxed; they were soon asleep.
