Elsewhere

I was getting tired of having to deal with the narrowness of the couch (I had almost fucked her off it a bit before, and it limited our options for positions), so I pulled out of Lisa, drawing another, disappointed sounding moan from her, and got up, gently taking her hand, and leading her deeper into the house, toward my bedroom. I decided that just because I was using her, she deserved a little something, so I asked Power to read her mind and redesign the bedroom in a style that she'd enjoy, instead of the rather functional, plain room that it actually was.

When we reached the master bedroom, I swung open the door and was amazed. It had been turned into a completely different room, completely out of place with the rest of the house, not that she could notice. The furniture approximated what movie watching would lead me to believe was 'French': white painted furniture of an ornate style with lots of gilt and filigrees. All the upholstery, curtains, and linens in red, white, and pink, the large window framed in fancy red curtains looking out onto what seemed to be a french street (I freaked out for a minute, but was assured it just looked that way; we had not just been teleported to Paris or something). The room itself was far larger than could have fit in the space the old one took up. The main feature was a huge canopy bed, very overstuffed, with white silk coverlets, a red canopy, and pink sheer curtains to enclose it. It looked like the very definition of a 'love nest'.

Lisa gasped in amazement when she saw the room. "Oh, this is so gorgeous!" Then she saw the bed. "Look at that bed!" she cried. "I want to be in that bed with you right now," she cried excitably, grabbing my cock like a handle and pulling me along with her as she practically ran to it. It was pleasant, but a little too hard for me to keep up with her pace with my dick held like that; she seemed to sense that as I started to slip from her hand and slowed down to match me. She got to the bed and threw herself onto it, lying on her back in an arch, with her legs spread hanging over the edge of the overstuffed mattress. She leaned up sensually and put her arms around me, pulling me down for a long, deep kiss. When she at last let me go, I told her "You're a wonderful lover, Lisa." She blushed and gave me another kiss as a thank you.

I decided that now was a good time to give her tits the attention they deserved. Lisa's breasts were something special: High, firm, yet soft. I don't like big, floppy tits ( Lisa's would probably be like that in a few years, then I decided they wouldn't be, as a present for her after). I played with them for a few minutes, kneading them like dough, sucking them, flicking my tongue across her sensitive nipples, pushing her tits together, pulling them apart, squeezing them. Her tits were a playground for me, and she loved it. I brought her off, shuddering under me; I had never made someone cum just from playing with their tits before. Her tits, especially the nipples, were very sensitive. Finally, I decided to try something I'd seen in porn movies: I moved up the bed over her, grabbed her tits, and laid my cock between them. She saw what I was doing, and arched her shoulders to squeeze her tits together to make a tight hole. I started thrusting as she held her tits together. I found that I didn't enjoy it all that much; it was a bit raspy and dry. I would have stopped after a minute or two, except that it was quickly obvious that she loved it. She breathed deeper and then moved her head forward to catch my cock in her mouth as I fucked forward, not getting too much in. That made the difference, though, as the sensation of going in and out of her mouth, plus the lubrication it provided, changed my mind about this. I pulled her hands up to her breasts, having her hold the, while I reached backwards and felt for her cunt, messaging it and then inserting a finger into her tight opening, finger fucking her cunt in time with fucking her tits. This was enough to do me in, but I held out until she started shaking again, losing her ability to hold her breasts together or keep her head up, my cock popping free, as she came again. I let lose, shooting a load of sperm across her face. She managed to catch some of it in her mouth, but a lot landed on her nose, her eyes, her hair, and the last dribbles on her chin and neck.

I thought she might be upset (my wife usually was if I came on her anywhere), but she was thrilled. She laughed as she licked up my cum, shoveling it from elsewhere into her mouth, in the process clearing out her eyes so she could look up at me. "That was cool. I've always wanted to do that," I said. "Sorry about the mess." She sucked a bit more from her finger, trying (but failing; you can't do everything perfectly your first time) to look sensual doing it. "I bet I'm a mess," she said, laughing a little. "It's actually good. I had heard it tastes bad," she added, sucking her finger some more. I had heard that too, but Power chimed in and told me it fixed that.

"You are a beautiful mess," I replied, and my quickly recovering erection came to my aid in showing sincerity.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil