Max slowed down to circle her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, the shuddering release of her second climax of the day came urgently.
Afterwards they lay together on the sofa. Jess trailed a finger across Max’s chest. ‘So I could ask you anything?’
‘Yeah. Anything.’ Max kissed her hair.
Jess climbed over him. ‘Don’t move.’
Max groaned. ‘Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. What have I agreed to here?’
Jess grinned. ‘You said “anything”.’
‘Right …’ Max said.
Jess came back with her wrap and the sex list. She covered herself up and passed the list to Max, who sat up, looking concerned. ‘What’s this?’
‘OK, so this is my new assignment from Leyla. It’s a blog piece.’
‘About these people and the weird sex stuff they do?’ Max passed the list back.
Jess shook her head. ‘Not quite.’
Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, ‘What then?’
Jess snuggled closer. ‘Well, I, we, sort of … have to do it too.’
Max snatched the list back. ‘What? You want to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That people I know might read? No chance. Swinging? Dogging? Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn’t she bloody doing it?’
Jess took the list. ‘OK, chill. They’re not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I write that we didn’t do it and why.’
‘Great! So then my friends can take the piss because I wasn’t up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess.’
‘Some of it we’ve already done.’
‘What? Sex clubs and swinging?’
‘No, like role-play and sex toys.’
‘I don’t like this, Jess. I’ve had a shit day. I’m in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to pee all over you so you can blog about it isn’t helping.’ Max grabbed his clothes and slowly left the room.
Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other. Not quite the response she’d been expecting.
* * *
Jess prepared their meal and called upstairs to Max. He came down to eat but remained quiet and sullen. She didn’t push him, just ate her food in silence, wishing she hadn’t gone into Fresh Vibe today. After tidying away the dishes while Max ignored her, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Leyla.
Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.
Leyla texted back almost straightaway.
Ah, honey, that’s just a man trying to be in control. Give him some time. I promise you he’ll come round.
After dinner, Max retreated to his study and closed the door. Jess caught up on the soaps. Was it that much to ask, really? She’d never been a demanding girlfriend. In fact, as relationships went, this was the easiest she’d ever experienced. They got on well, their sex life was great. Life was not complicated.
She supported him in his job – hours locked away in his study, phone calls at all times, parties where she had to schmooze up to the partners. She just wanted a little bit of the same back. After all, this was the man she might marry; she wanted to feel like they were on an equal footing. His job was important but so was hers. Later that night as they lay in bed the silence continued.
Eventually, Jess felt Max’s hand settle upon hers. She held on to it. ‘Sorry I was grumpy,’ Max said, turning towards her.
‘It’s OK.’ Jess kept a little pout in her voice.
‘I was just blindsided, I guess.’ He reached out his other arm and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her neck.
‘I love having sex,’ Max said, kissing her deeper now, his tongue hot against her skin.
‘Me too,’ she agreed, turning onto her side and kissing him back, nibbling his lower lip lightly, feeling him tense with lust.
‘Not sure I like you writing about it, though.’
Max ran his hand down her side, then pushed the covers off and ran his hand down her body again. ‘Take your PJs off.’
Jess hurriedly wriggled out of her short pyjamas and kicked them onto the floor.
Max was lying on his side and she moved in close to him, feeling the length of his body warm against hers. He always slept naked and she could feel his erection.
‘Lie on your back,’ Jess told him and then straddled him. ‘How about I write how handsome you are?’ Jess dipped her head and kissed him. ‘How strong you are?’ Jess ran her fingers along his arms. ‘How gorgeous you are?’ She ran her fingers down his chest and tweaked his nipples. She moved down the bed and licked the tip of his dick. ‘How big and hard you are?’
Max had his hands crossed behind his head. ‘Sounds about right …’ he said, his voice deepening.
Jess trailed her breasts across his cock and his balls, then kissed her way upwards, her tongue swirling across his balls, his dick, his stomach, chest, nipples, mouth. They kissed deeply, Max’s hands now on her breasts, squeezing and flicking at her nipples. Jess moaned, moved upwards and lowered a nipple into Max’s waiting mouth.
While he tongued her, she lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting cock. Up and down, up and down, she rode him while he sucked her nipples, first one and then the other, before holding them close to pull both into his mouth at the same time.
Although this was the third time they’d done it that day, she knew she wouldn’t take long to come. And she could get used to this. Grinding her sex down on his pelvis, she felt her climax build. In response, his hands squeezed her bottom.
‘How about,’ she whispered, almost at the point of orgasm, ‘I write what a fantastic shag you are, how fucking hot you make me and how wet my pussy is every time you’re with me?’ As she finished her sentence, her orgasm came. She rode him harder and faster while it built again. Max held her bottom tightly and bucked upwards, fucking her harder and harder until she was seeing stars.
He came with a groan and then collapsed back on the bed. Jess lay on top of him, kissing him and enjoying the feel of release as their heartbeats returned to normal.
‘Do it,’ Max said, his voice still thick.
Jess rolled off him and took his hand.
‘You mean it?’ she said with a smile.
‘Yeah, as long as you write all that good stuff about me.’
Jess
