Chapter Eighteen
Boyd was delighted. From where he was situated, he had the best view imaginable. On his back, slick with oil, with Opal on top of him and sucking his cock: heaven. He had his tongue inside her, and the scent of her pure womanhood was intoxicating. They were clearly the perfect match. He closed his eyes and took her in deeply, periodically looking out over the immaculate mounds that were her butt cheeks. He pulled back to breathe and said, "Let's fuck now."
Opal crawled off him eagerly, and Boyd pushed her up against the back of his bed. It was a specially designed board that was great for sex. He reached behind it and pulled up some Velcro hand cuffs that were attached to plastic cording.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked with a lazy smile. "I don't see how you could top yourself after that effort."
"You'll see how good I can get, or should I say, how bad." He pushed her face onto the slippery plastic, pulled her hands together and secured them with the restraints. "Now you're not going anywhere, bitch."
"Such a bad boy. Are you going to fuck me or not? Show me what you can do with that anaconda?" Boyd slid it inside of her and threw his head back as the pleasure rushed over him like a wave. Such a welcome feeling, no matter how many women he put his dick inside of.
"You're tight," he said with earnest surprise. Of course she would be; Boyd was used to the kind of woman who didn't bat an eyelid at taking a 12-inch dildo up her. He started to thrust, happy that the foreplay was well behind them. There was no need to start slowly with her, which he would have taken the time to do otherwise. "I'll bet you're in need of a hard fuck."
"Yes, I am. Give it to me."
Boyd pounded Opal nearly as hard as he could, without slipping on the oily bed. He almost wished he didn't bring out the lubricant so soon. That would have given him more traction. But Opal was still playing the part of the bad slut. She wasn't actually ready to take everything that he could throw at her. "You love that, don't you?"
"Yes, thank you! Yes!"
"You're a nasty girl deep down, aren't you?"
"If you can be a bad boy for me, I'll be as fucking nasty as you like. Just show me what you've got." He did, and by the time he came inside her, Boyd was satisfied that Opal was becoming sore. "Oh shit," she said as they each flopped onto their backs beside one another. "What the fuck have I been doing with my sex life?"
"Sounds like you've been wasting it on a guy who never appreciated what a sexy woman he was sleeping beside."
"You don't know the half of it. I guess I didn't either, until just now. Hey, Boyd …" She rolled onto her side. The bright lights of the bedroom—perfect for taking in all the depraved sex and nudity—shimmered across the delicate ins and outs of her body. It was like a sunset that could never quite be enjoyed enough to do it justice, even after a thousand summers.
"What's up?" Boyd said, trying to appreciate the strange feelings he had looking over at Opal.
"What the fuck do you do to clean all this off?" They laughed together, and for a moment their hands touched. They almost grasped them together, but one of them pulled away. Boyd liked to think that he pulled away first, but that wasn't quite certain.
"We have a relaxing bubble bath, that's how."
Boyd jumped to his feet and practically dragged Opal into his bathroom, just like a jaguar drags away its kill.
Opal’s eyes widened in disbelief “Wow. That’s not a bath, it’s a fucking swimming pool!”
Boyd burst out laughing “Trust me, it gets better. Much better.”
Boyd reached out and twisted the silver handle, releasing a torrent of water at the perfect temperature. “You know, you’re the first woman I’ve ever had in here. You should feel honored.”
Opal made a seductive pose “I didn’t know I was that special, you can call me Princess from now on.”
Boyd humored her “Would m’lady enjoy the rose scented bubble bath or the lavender?”
Opal made an attempt at her best posh accent “The rose scented one would be splendid, Jeeves.”
“Excellent choice, m’lady. Perhaps I could tempt you with some candles, to set the mood”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea, maybe some music will add to this magical evening as well.”
Boyd grabbed a remote from the counter and hit the play button. Slow, classical music began to erupt from the speakers scattered around the room.
“Is everything to your satisfaction, m’lady?”
“It is, thank you for being so accommodating. Now let me get in!”
Opal stepped into the heavenly bath and used Boyd to support herself. She slowly sank down until the water enveloped her, leaving only her head out in the open.
After letting Opal enjoy the relaxing bath for a few moments, a wild grin came across his face. “You’re about to find out why I paid so much for this bath.”
He pressed one of the buttons next to the tap and held it in until it locked in place. Opal’s eyes immediately shot open, like she was pleasantly surprised.
“Whatever this is, never turn it off.” Her eyes rolled to the the back of her head and she sank further into the bath. A jet of warm water was being aimed directly at her pussy.
“I knew you’d like it, it has more options as well. Faster, slower, harder, warmer, colder, it even has a pulsating option. Play around with it, find what you like.”
Opal’s eyes were barely open, she seemed to be in a Zen-like state of pleasure. “Get in this bath now so I can play with your cock. I need something to hold on to.”
Boyd slid into the bath next to Opal. His cock was already rock hard and it conveniently rested right next to Opal’s skilled hand.
Opal grabbed his cock and started to work it up and down, the motion was regularly interrupted as the pleasure from the jet caused her to jerk and tense her body.
Seeing Opal at the peek of pleasure turned Boyd on so much that he was ready to cum already. Judging by the way Opal was moving, she wasn’t that far off either.
Moments later, Opal let out a loud moan and began to shake, which in turn made Boyd lose it. He grunted with pleasure and blew his load all over his abs and chest.
Opal and Boyd lay there, motionless and panting, enjoying every second of their orgasm. The warm water surrounding them only added to the experience.
Opal slowly but surely came back to her senses, she reached over to turn the water jet off and settled back down onto Boyd’s shoulder.
“Well that was incredible! I think I’m ready for bed.”
The next morning, Boyd was alone when he woke up. He'd sobered up enough by the time they'd gone to sleep, to know for sure that Opal stayed the night. At least, she had been there when he fell asleep, acting as the little spoon to his big spoon. It was nice, almost like having someone who cared about him, but without missing out on all that great sex that people lost when they committed to just one person.
There was a text on his phone, which he did not here come in due to his thoroughly drained post-sex slumbering. It was from Opal, and read, Sorry I had to run. Thank you for a great night though ;) I have a job interview, wish me luck!
His heart skipped and jumped for a moment, but Boyd wasn't sure what that was about. It could have been that he was glad she didn't slip out due to shame, or because she'd stolen his wallet or something. Yeah, that had happened to him more times than he'd like to admit, the shame thing as well as the wallet thing.