Our master suite is fantastic, but it’s hard to notice as we collapse onto our new bed.

“Maybe the chef wasn’t such a great idea,” Elliott mumbles into my mouth.

“Let’s just be quick.”

“Oh, don’t worry, this won’t take long.” I feel his lips curve against my lips as his warm hands brush around my midsection. My belt stays where it is, he removes his own and pushes his jeans around his ankles, stepping out as I imitate his action until we’re both standing naked from the waist down.

“Bend over,” he instructs with a flick of his wrist.

“Ooh, someone has had too much time today. You know exactly what you want.” I waggle my eyebrows at him, a wry grin charming my features.

“Oh, I certainly do. I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He pulls me apart and breaths hot air between my butt cheeks. “Jerk yourself off.”

Incredibly bossy!

But I don’t complain. Instead, I do precisely as I’m told and as I do, his tongue delves around my rim, circling like a prey ready to pounce. I start to buck into my hand, the fire he’s alighting causing my balls to clench and my head to swim. It’s right at that point as I kick my neck back that I notice my dad’s old chair, re-upholstered sitting in the corner. I had no idea. He did that for me. Arranged for our two memories to be combined.

A cold trail of lube stings against the heat from Elliott’s mouth, and he replaces his tongue with a finger. He swirls the soft padded tip around, easing in, teasing me, probing. I spread my legs wider, lowering myself in readiness for his shorter stature while widening the space with which he has to work.

I rest on one elbow, pass my left arm behind me and settle it on his shoulder. He’s moving fast now, sending electricity through my network of nerves, setting every extremity of my body on fire with his touch. He swirls then pushes against me and my cock jabs forward into my fist.

“Come on,” I plead. I feel vacant inside, desperate to experience him filling my space. There is no shame in begging this man for my pleasure. I spread wider, lower further and bury my head against the new covers.

Elliott laughs behind me, pulls out his finger, and eases his throbbing cock in, causing me to moan sharply. The satisfaction from just having him inside me is immense. Suddenly I’m whole, complete physically and emotionally, but when he starts to move, that’s when the ache really begins.

I can think of nothing other than the exhilarating sparks emanating from my groin. Gone is the overwhelming pride that this man loves me. They’re replaced instead with breathtaking trails of a devastating fire leaving me useless to do anything other than submit. The light splinters and time slows as the spring which had been coiled tightly in my abdomen slowly begins to release. My knees go weak and then I let out an almighty cry as Elliott surrenders inside me. The power of his ecstasy is more than I can bare and I shoot my load all over the covers we chose so carefully together.

We lie like that, collapsed and catching our breath, content to just allow the moment to last one little bit longer. But, as is the way, we soon find our path back to the present.

“How about some desert?” Elliott’s voice is still husky, but he kisses me quickly with his hot mouth before jumping up.

“Isn’t that what we just had?” I wink, a grin splashed across my face.