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| SOAPSUDS AND NICKY by Janey Briskly I agitated the water and washing up liquid to make sure that there would be lots of nice frothy bubbles in the bowl, ready for the dinner pots that needed cleaning. Nicky always liked the water scorching hot, but then he always wore rubber gloves to protect his ‘delicate’ hands, from the stresses and strains of housework; strange for someone as punctilious about cleaning as him, but never mind. I always found that gloves got in the way, even if that did mean that my nails were never good, and I constantly had to treat my hands with copious amounts of heavy-duty hand cream. “I’ll do them if you like,” he whispered in my left ear, standing behind me, his arms on either side of my body, he slid his mug and plate into the bowl. “I can manage,” I answered with a smile, watching as his hands played with mine in the foamy water. He then started to lift his hands out of the water, and just as they were almost completely out, he flicked them, and got my top all wet with the water and bubbles. “Nicky!” “Now you’ll have to take that off,” he giggled, fighting my hands away as he tossed the offending t-shirt onto the floor. He then scooped some of the suds up in his fingertips, and put a dollop on both of my nipples, making me laugh at how ridiculous I looked; and also because the foam actually tickled. “What am I going to do with you?” “Now THAT, is a very dangerous question Chloe,” he murmured, nibbling on the soft skin beneath my ear, then blowing at the foam, making it scatter around and expose my hard nipples. “Hmm, beautiful.” I leant back into him, putting my wet hands behind my back and caressing Nicky’s growing crotch. “Time to get these off.” I couldn’t stifle the sound of the giggle that left my lips as I managed to open the zip to his jeans and the button. “Naughty.” “You started it,” I goaded him, turning around so that my naked chest was pressed up against him, and tugging his jeans and boxers, down past his hips, they then slid gently down to his ankles, and Nicky kicked them off. Damn but he was gorgeous. His softly curved stomach was covered in wonderfully soft, downy hairs. Every time I saw him I wanted him. It was as fresh and primal now, as it was those few years ago when we first met; and when he smiled at me in that ‘special’ way he had, I stood no chance at all. His blossoming erection certainly wasn’t helping me to take my mind off him. I was snapped out of my little daydream, by the wonderfully silky touch of fingers sliding inside my shorts. “Fair’s fair,” he said simply when I locked eyes with him, his huge grin spreading across his beautiful features, making him even more sexy. With one swift, strong tug, my shorts and briefs were slipping unceremoniously down to the floor, and Nicky possessed what can only be described as ‘a self satisfied smirk’. “Lock the door, baby.” Nicky locked the door and pulled the curtain across to ensure no one could see us, and I pulled down the blinds at both kitchen windows. I didn’t want unexpected visitors to disturb us. I tried really hard, but I couldn’t prevent Nicky from hearing me chuckle as I watched him walking around, with his ever-growing dick. Nicky wasn’t just big in terms of height! Oh no. More importantly however, was the fact that he really knew how to use it. “Umm?” “Just thinking what a lucky woman I am.” His strong, long arms wrapped around me, that familiar warmth spread through me, his erection nudging my stomach, teasingly; making me want him even more. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed passionately, his tongue brushing against mine and probing each area of my mouth. He was the most accomplished kisser I had ever met; but then again I shouldn’t have been that surprised – Nick was accomplished at everything. Between the wonderful ministrations of his large, gentle hands and the highly erotic touch of his tongue, my thinking was growing ever more muddied, base and vulgar. I wanted him. I needed him. “Nicky please,” I pleaded, but it was partially stifled by Nicky’s refusal to stop kissing me. From somewhere I found a strength and resilience to be able to put a little distance between us. Panting, we both stared, our eyes thick with lust and wantonness. “Damn, but I love you,” he drawled heavily, then started nibbling around my neck once more, his hands cupping my buttocks and kneading the flesh firmly, almost roughly. I shrieked when I became aware that he was lifting me up and then suddenly, felt the coolness of the worktop beneath me. I watched him smile at me as he sucked lightly on first one nipple, then the other; his talented fingers stroking up and down my opening, teasing me with promises of what could be. His swimming pool blue eyes, shone brightly; pure pleasure there for all to see, and it was intoxicating. I loved watching him; getting high from seeing him gain so much from making love to me. As far as aphrodisiacs went, it was the best that I’d ever found. Almost painfully slowly, Nicky kissed and licked his way down my body, spending lots of time on my stomach, nibbling and biting, driving me insane with anticipation. My hands played with his recently cut hair, curling some of the longer sections around my fingers and using my purchase to guide his head and mouth where I needed them to be. “Now, now!” he muttered. “Be patient.” He flashed his ‘jaws’ grin once more, raised his head, giving me a frantic, deep kiss, and then dipped his head back down to resume nibbling at my stomach. However, this time, his mouth continued travelling south, and his hands parted my legs a little more in readiness for him. “Oh yes,” I yelped, his tongue flicking over the hardness of my nub, at last. Lightly and slowly, he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit whilst he inserted two fingers inside me and began to thrust in a smooth, steady rhythm, his extra long fingers working magic. All I could do was moan at the sensations building up inside me. I moved some of the clutter on the worktop out of the way hurriedly, as I shifted my position slightly, and lay back a little more, my arms not feeling strong enough to hold me up for very much longer. My legs started quivering and my breathing was growing more and more laboured as the stirrings of my orgasm made their presence felt. Knowing I was getting closer, Nicky increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, his fingers keeping the same tempo deep within me. How he did it I have no idea, but every time we made love he made it more and more special. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. It made no difference whether we were having a quickie, oral sex or a full blown passionate afternoon or evening in bed; every time was different; every time was special. I always came away feeling like I was the luckiest and most loved woman in the world, and hoped that I could make him feel as good, which he often stated, I did. When he sucked my hardened bud deep into his mouth, I couldn’t stop the scream, nor could I prevent my hips from lifting completely off the worktop. I whimpered incoherent nonsense as Nicky continued his sweet, delicious torture with his lips and tongue. He took his fingers out of me, and together with his other hand, he steadied my thrashing hips, not for one-second stopping his expert oral technique. “Oh fuck, Nick,” I gasped, the molten heat finally flooding my body and giving me the release I had yearned for. My hands clutched him to me, not wanting him to stop until the final wave had washed over me. As my hands relaxed their hold, Nicky captured my mouth in a slow and tender kiss, his fingers stroking my temples, soothing me as my body slowly recovered. “I love you.” I was eventually able to say. “Shush,” he whispered, his beautiful soft lips breaking into a smile. “Come here.” He guided me down, until I was standing on the floor with my back to him, his erection pressing against me. I snaked my right arm behind my back, and enfolded my hand around his large, throbbing dick, making him exhale and moan. Gently I stroked the tip of his penis and sighed when I felt the wetness there. In a bid to control myself, I bit gently on my lower and gradually moved my hand up and down his dick, in a nice steady motion. It was so good holding him in my hand; feeling him responding to my touch. He bit the back of my shoulders, but then quickly soothed me with his tongue; his hands roughly kneading my breasts, making them red and highly sensitive. I continued to stroke his dick, which was getting harder and bigger and loving the way that Nicky’s breathing was getting raspier and shallower by the minute. “Open your legs for me, Chloe,” he stammered, breathlessly. Still caressing his cock, I did as he asked, finally having to relinquish my hold when he indicated for me to bend further over. As the smooth tip prodded against my pussy, I moaned and wriggled back a little; wanting to have him all the way inside me; and there was a lot of Nicky to accommodate. I tried guiding him into me quicker, but he wouldn’t allow me to take control. Instead he entered me gradually and deliberately. When he was completely inside me, he pulled my hips back and ground against me, until I was on the verge of begging him to end my torment and just fuck me! Sensing my frustration, he grabbed hold of my hips more firmly and began thrusting, and I rested my head against his, murmuring to him about how good it was, and how wonderful he was making me feel, with several expletives tumbling from my mouth, as they often did when I lost control of myself at times like this. He withdrew all the way out, then slowly, gradually and smoothly slid all the way back home again. Steadily he increased the pace, and then he would tease me by sliding only a few inches in before pulling out. “Harder Nicky,” I urged, needing so much more. “You horny little madam,” he moaned into my ear, thrusting harder this time. “Like this?” “Hell yes!” With complete abandonment he continued to thrust into me as firmly as he could. Our bodies bathed in sweat and the profanities coming thick and fast as we both lost control, being driven headlong into what was going to be a powerful orgasm for both of us. I moved further back from the worktop so that I could bend further over, and so feel him inside me even more intensely. He nibbled again at the flesh of my shoulder blades, pulling and tugging with his teeth, making me hiss at the strangely erotic pleasure that it delivered, especially when soothed by that wet slick tongue of his. His orgasm was near, as was my own, and I reached a hand between his legs and played with his perineum, and now it was his time to hiss and moan. With one hand gripping me around my stomach, pulling me into him, and his other hand playing with my breasts, I yelled his name out loud, overtaken by the waves of pleasure that were coursing through my body. A few thrusts later and Nicky cried out my name as his strings of cum emptied into me. Breathing heavily, we clung together. I enjoyed feeling Nicky going flaccid whilst still inside me as we treasured the closeness we had experienced. “I love you,” whispered Nicky, finally leaving my body. “Thank you for that,” I whispered back, kissing him warmly and folding my arms around his shoulders. “There’s just one little problem,” he said with a sad look on his face. I glanced at him and with my eyes asked him what that may be, and the smile began to spread over his mouth again; “that’s just whetted my appetite, and I need a whole lot more, I think.” I giggled nervously. “So why are we wasting time talking?” I asked, taking his hand and leading his provocatively upstairs to our bedroom. Well, it is the weekend after all! Janey's stories |