Chapter 69

“Welcome back home!” Ella Sue exclaims, flinging open the door.

A string of fairy lights wink down at me from the wall. There’s a fancy chocolate cake sitting on the dining table, its glossy white exterior topped with a dripping chocolate ganache and chunks of golden honeycomb. This is still the same apartment as before—the same couch and television, newly bought at IKEA, the same potted plant back in the corner, the same rickety dining table and wooden chairs, but somehow, the space seems cosier.

“I baked it myself,” Ella Sue says, prancing towards the cake. “Took me a couple hours, but I’ve got time, you know, my part-time thing doesn’t start until next week, so… here it is! It’s a malted chocolate drip cake!”

She hands me the cake knife expectantly, and I do the honors, making the first cut into the cake, revealing the thick layers of chocolate and malt spongecake inside.

“This is amazing,” I say, doing my best to keep my hand steady as I heap a generous slice of cake onto each of the plates that Ella Sue had set out earlier. There is, I understand, still a lot of physiotherapy to do before I’m back at peak condition.

“I figured you’d want something tasty after two weeks of drinking that green slush,” Ella Sue says, making a face.

“I got real food after the first couple days,” I smile, stabbing a fork into the cake and taking a bite. I close my eyes and savour the richness, the medley of sweetness floating across my tongue like a carnival. “Mmm… but it was nowhere close to this good.”

“Took me four, almost five hours to bake the whole thing,” she says with more than a little pride in her voice.

“I didn’t know you were such a good baker,” I say, polishing off my plate and helping myself to a second slice. This shit is seriously addicting.

“I don’t do it much,” she admits, “because I always feel guilty eating more than a bite.” She points at her stomach ruefully. “Got to keep the tummy thin for the followers.”

She looks down at her half-eaten cake with a sad look and then sighs, pushing the plate away.

“I shouldn’t even…”

I cut her off with a swift kiss, catching her by surprise, and then her tongue finds mine, and it’s deliciously sweet. We French like that for a few minutes, my arms wrapped around her slim body, enjoying her physical company, my two-weeks touched-starved body hungering for her, until the sweetness of the icing and chocolate is just a memory on my tongue.

“It feels weird to say, since we haven’t known each other that long, but I’ve missed you,” she says, looking very seriously into my eyes.

I scoop up some icing on the tip of my finger and slide it in between her lips, her eyes widening slightly.

“I’ve missed you too,” I smile, and she licks the icing off my finger, beaming back at me.

“You know what you can eat if the cake’s too rich for you?” I ask, lowering my voice a fraction.

She shakes her head. I gesture towards her bedroom, and she grins back at me.

“The cake was great, but I was thinking of getting the nectar from its source,” I say, cupping her ass, and she places a hand on my crotch.

“My, my, I can somebody has really been missing me,” she says.

We stumble into her bedroom and I’m greeted by pink everywhere.

“You actually put up the pink wallpaper,” I mutter, before she pushes me back onto the bed and practically rips my shirt off.

“Careful,” I wince, and she gives me an apologetic look before she descends to my pants, tugging it gently.

I get my pants off with some effort, conscious of the dull soreness in my legs—those telescoping rods are still stretching me out—and then I take my time with her top, slipping off the shirt with an agonising slowness that has her rubbing my cock with impatience, as if it that would make me speed up.

“I don’t think I can do the vigorous back and forth thing…” I begin to say, but Ella Sue shushes me, bringing her hot mouth down to my cock.

The next thing I know, the heat of her mouth caresses the head off my stiffening member, her breath and the moistness of her tongue sending a cold shiver down my spine. Her bare ass wiggles in my face, begging for a tongue, and I pull down her panties, ready to satisfy.

I trace the outlines of her folds with my mouth, getting to know her pussy in a whole new way. Ella Sue is quietly slurping away at my cock, her mouth working its magic on my hard member. Her musk is masked by her perfume, something that whispers of summer and flowers, but I can smell her damp arousal hiding under it, and, anxious for a taste of it, my tongue probes into her canal.

She lets a thin gasp escape her mouth as I get my first taste of her lovely nectar, one lap followed by another eager one. My world dissolves intro two points: my throbbing cock, treated by her hot mouth that bobs up and down across its sensitive surface, serving as a direct conduit of pleasure to the other point, my mouth. Acting on instinct as much as experience, it serves to pleasure her back with its protracted strokes. We oral-fuck in a cycle of perpetual pleasure, her sweetness soft on my tongue, the tang urging me to seek the crevices of her pussy until she bucks her ass into my mouth, **** for more.

That’s the spot.

She hits mine at just as I hit hers, the depth of her mouth hardly able to take my length, one hand of hers jacking me off, while I curl my tongue upwards inside of her, drawing out yet another sigh of pleasure. Knowing how these moments go, I keep up the same motion, feeling her body tense, inching ever closer to that climax, while down below, my loins bubble and boil, aching for release after two weeks of containment, but I hold the line, just a little longer…

She cums in a quivering mess against my mouth, her ass vibrating like a suspension-less car on an unpaved road, her nectar a flowing river that I eagerly drink up, and then her hand constricts around my cock, mouth a cavern around its length, and I shoot my load, one long rope after another, painting her tongue white.

I shudder inside of her mouth, her hand continuing to jack me off, and then we lay on the bed next to one another, her feet by my head and mine by hers, staring at the pink ceiling in this small apartment of ours.