She
stared at the ceiling. This was her last day with him. Their time
was up. She would be on a plane tomorrow, heading back home. Her
heart felt heavy as she turned her head.
Phil
was lying next to her fast asleep, his mouth slightly parted, his
chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. She stared at him,
tempted to run her fingers through his dark hair. Instead, she
snuggled in closer, feeling his arm wrapping around her protectively.
Her
hand rested against his chest as her eyes closed briefly. Her
breasts were pressed against his side and as her hand explored the
plains of his belly. She watched with glee as the sheet that sat
upon his waist began to rise. Her eyes began dancing with delight at
the sight of his risen package. Yes, the sex had been amazing,
something that she had needed, but she loved him. She didn't want to
return to her life back in Australia.
Phil's
eyes opened, slowly blinking. He watched her golden blonde hair
drape across his chest as her hand rubbed his stomach in a circular
manner. Her strokes were smoothing and loving. His hand reached up,
massaging her shoulder.
She
turned to see him staring at her, his brown eyes shining with lust.
She bit her lip before leaning in for a tender kiss. “Good
morning,” she greeted as they parted.
Phil
returned the greeting, propping himself up on his elbows. He was
tired. For almost two weeks they had been going at it like rabbits,
their bodies interlocking, grinding against each other for the
ultimate satisfaction. And while Phil had been back at work this
week, his mind hadn't been on the job at all. It had been in bed,
with her, doing all kinds of naughty things.
Rhiannon
stretched, her black tipped fingers flexing. “Oww,” she said as
she settled back down against him. “That hurt.”
“You
OK, baby?” Phil asked, running his hand through her hair. She
nodded and just explained that she was a little sore. She wasn't use
to a two week straight sex session, no matter how much she wanted
one. He kissed her forehead.
Rhiannon
sat up, the sheet falling from her body. Phil cringed as he saw the
red marks on her back from where he had used a riding crop on her
when she 'disobeyed' him. They looked like angry wounds. He ran his
hand over one of them. Rhiannon flinched, pulling away from him.
She glanced over her shoulder, her normally blue-green eyes were
grey.
“I'm
going in the shower,” she announced, standing and walking swiftly
to the bathroom, stopping only to grab some clothing.
For
a moment Phil thought about joining her. He threw the sheet off, his
erection released to the cool air. He walked over to the door in
time just to hear her lock it. Phil placed his hand on the door,
knowing that she wanted some alone time. He threw on a pair of
shorts and ripped the sheets off the bed. Might as well put on fresh
ones while no one was using them.
He
was still making the bed when Rhiannon emerged from the bathroom, a
towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair. She had put on a short
skirt and a simple white T-shirt. He could see the outline of her
bra under the T-shirt. It had been a while since she wore one.
“Can
I help?” she asked, standing by the far corner, awaiting his
command.
“Sure.”
It
didn't take them long to finish making the bed. Phil watched as
Rhiannon fluffed his pillows and waved her hand over the bottom sheet
to remove any creases. She stood up. “Done,” she said, flashing
him a warm smile.
Phil
smiled and picked up his sheets before moving out of his room and
down the stairs to his laundry. Rhiannon followed, holding a pillow
case that he had dropped. Phil had dropped the sheets on the floor.
Rhiannon walked past him, her body brushing against his. His
erection was still there and it painfully reminded him so.
She
glanced around the small room before taking a seat on top of the
washing machine. “Nice size,” she commented. Phil's head
snapped up as he looked at her. She gave him a perplexed look before
waving her hand around. “The laundry,” she said. “It's a nice
size.”
Phil
shook his head. He had sex on the brain. He picked up the sheets
before realising that she was sitting on the machine. “Sweetie,
you might want to move,” he said.
Rhiannon
stared at him. “Why? It's a front loader. You can access it with
me sitting here.” She folded her arms across her ample chest in
defiance and Phil couldn't help but laugh. He may have been her
master a week ago, but now it was a different story.
She
parted her legs as he opened the machine. He glanced up as he loaded
the sheets. His cock pulsed and throbbed when he saw she wasn’t
wearing any panties under that skirt.
Her
pussy glistened, the scent of her arousal flooded his nose.
“See
something you like?”
Her
voice broke his train of thought. Phil glanced up at her. Her eyes
had turned jade green as she licked her lips. Phil stood up, closing
the washing machine before turning it on.
It
vibrated and shook causing a moan of surprise and pleasure to escape
from Rhiannon's throat. Phil placed a firm hand on each of her
thighs, holding her down, letting the vibrations of the washing
machine pulse against her clitoris.
Rhiannon
threw her head back, her hair falling free of the towel, tumbling
down in soft, wet waves over her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and
her hips rocked against the machine. Phil watched with interest as
her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her body lip.
Phil
leaned in, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Her arms wrapped
around his neck as they passionately kissed. Removing one hand from
her thigh, Phil awkwardly removed his shorts, dropping them to the
ground.
“Are
you OK to do this?” he asked, dusting light kisses on her jaw line.
“Not too sore?” Rhiannon shook her head and to prove she was
more than ready, she pulled off her T-shirt discarding it to the
side. Phil smiled and kissed her deeply as he entered her aching and
willing flesh.
Rhiannon
whimpered. She was wet, willing but very sore. The old saying of
“there's a fine line between pleasure and pain” came to her mind.
She had found that line. Phil's rock hard cock stroking in and out
of her was setting her on fire. Every nerve in her body was alive
and the friction of their bodies grinding against each other hurt.
But it was a good hurt. Her state of arousal grew, her moan of
pleasure were music to his ears.
She
clawed his back, her nails leaving slick marks on his sweat-soaked
skin as the washing machine went into its second cycle. The
vibrations of the machine against her clitoris intensified. She
gripped Phil's shoulders, biting the flesh as an orgasm rushed over
her.
Phil
could feel her body convulse, her muscles tensing, gripping him as
she came. He could feel the vibrations of the washing machine as he
penetrated her deeper with each thrust. The combination of her
tight, wet, warm body and the machines vibrations was enough to send
Phil over the edge. He called out her name as he came deep inside
her.
Exhausted,
they lent on each other for support, the washing machine still
moving. Phil pulled out of her, and Rhiannon released him from her
grip.
“That
was....intense,” she said, gasping for air, sliding off the washer.
Phil smiled, grabbing his shorts, pulling them on. He wrapped her
up in his arms, holding her still shaking body, running his hands
through her damp hair. “It sure was,” he said, kissing her
forehead.
She
stared up at him with big blue eyes. “I love you,” she said, her
eyes blinking back tears. “I don't want to leave.”
Phil
felt his heart ache inside his chest. He closed his eyes. “I love
you too, sweetie,” he told her, pulling her in close.
He
didn't want her to leave. Their two weeks together had been the most
intense yet satisfying experience of his life. He had never met
someone who he connected with so well. Yes, their sex life had been
nothing but fireworks, but also their love of interests outside the
bedroom had given their relationship a new level of foundation.
“Marry
me,” he said.
Rhiannon
pulled back from him, her eyes wide. “What?” she asked, not sure
if she heard him correctly. Maybe he had actually said “Mary Lee.”
“Marry
me.”
To
prove he was serious, Phil got down on one knee in the middle of his
laundry room. “Rhiannon, will you marry me?” he asked.
For
the first time since he met her, he wasn't able to read her
expression. Her eyes were wide, their colour flicking from blue to
green and back again. Her hand covered her mouth and for the
faintest of moments, Phil felt like his heart had stopped.
“Yes.”
Now
it was his turn to presume he was dreaming. “Say again, love?”
he asked, giving her hand a squeeze.
Rhiannon
nodded her head. “Yes, of course I will,” she said again,
blinking back tears.
Phil
stood up, wrapped her up in his arms, lifting her off the ground. He
kissed her passionately, his tongue massaging hers, his moans of
delight and pleasure mixing with hers. She pulled back. “You do
know that I want a proposal that's a little different?” she teased.
Phil
laughed. “I know, darling. Tell you what, how about we go
upstairs, make love one more time, get dressed then we'll go out, buy
you a ring and tonight, while we're at dinner, I'll make a scene and
propose in the restaurant? Is that OK with you?”
Rhiannon
flashed him a sly grin, her eyes turning deep emerald green. “You
had me at make love,” she teased.
Phil
grabbed her pulling her into him, his cock straining against his
shorts. He unzipped his fly, releasing himself. He guided himself
into her waiting body, pushing her against the wall. Her gasps and
moans got louder as the washing machine shook violently.
Rhiannon
wrapped her legs around Phil's body, allowing him deeper access to
her body as she writhed in pleasure against the wall. She licked her
finger before snaking it down her belly towards her clitoris. A
loud, groan escaped from her as she began to rub the delicate little
bud. That familiar fuzzy, tingling feeling was building up in her
lower abdomen.
Phil
shifted his weight. With Rhiannon's back firmly pressed against the
wall, she couldn't escape. He pushed her hand away and began taking
over rubbing her clit. First he started with smooth, slow circles
before upping the pressure and intensifying his rhythm. Rhiannon's
gasps were music to his ears. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted
and her hips were grinding against his. Her body was glistening with
sweat, their combined love juices seeping down her thigh from their
first coupling. Her cheeks were flushed, her nostrils flaring.
Her
eyes shot open as her body began to shake, that familiar tingling
feeling washing over her. Her eyes rolled back as she came hard,
clenching her inner muscles, trapping Phil deep inside her. Phil
stayed still, his thumb still pressed against her clit as he watched
her orgasm take control.
He
pulled out of her, his cock brushing against her clit causing her to
jump. Her legs were like jelly so she collapsed in a satisfied heap
on the floor. Her mind was fuzzy as he helped her to her knees, his
cock pressing against her lips.
Obediently,
she opened her mouth, sucking the head of his cock deep into the back
of her throat. Her tongue swirled over his length, her hand stroking
the base of his shaft, her eyes glazed. She wanted to taste him, to
feel his pulsing member erupt in her mouth.
Rhiannon's
tongue massaged his swollen head, tasting every inch of his cock as
it slid in and out of her mouth. She tickled the underside with just
the tip of her tongue before taking his full length into her warm and
inviting mouth.
Phil's
fingers ran through her hair, gripping the blonde tresses. He could
feel his orgasm building. She could too as his cock pulsed and
throbbed inside her mouth.
She
increased her grip on the base of his shaft, her other hand cupping
his balls, squeezing them gently as his thick, creamy load exploded
into her mouth. If she hadn't have taken that last breath, she would
have choked on it.
She
squeezed his cock harder, making sure she got every last drop from
him. She licked her lips as he pulled his cock away from her.
The
washing machine stopped humming. Phil craned his neck, his eyes
uncrossing. “Wash is done,” Rhiannon announced getting to her
feet. Phil turned back, his eyes softening as he stared at her. “I
think it could use another cycle,” he said, as he looked her up and
down, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don't you?”
Romantic and sexy all at once. I'm glad these two got a happy ending. Does this mean that you have a happy ending coming soon, Rhiannon?
ReplyDeleteFantastic story. Humourous, hot and sweet. I know the wife will love this entry.
Awww this was such a different turn from the 5 parts that came before it. I loved it! So romantic and yet very very sexy too. And now I think the washing will be more fun to do ;)
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Great story telling. The characters have been captivating and they're sexual adventures have covered all ranges. It's been brilliant. Thanks for sharing it
ReplyDeleteCharacter building at the start was slow but that end was fucking hot. A very sweet story.
ReplyDeleteGreat ending to a great series
ReplyDeleteSweet and sensual. Nothing but the best from Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons. ReiRei, you've done it again!
ReplyDeleteAwww this was such a sweet ending to such a steamy erotica series. Is this part based on personal experience too? If so, wow!
ReplyDeleteHi everyone!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the wonderful comments. I'm glad you all enjoyed The Game series.
To answer a couple of quick questions - No, I'm no engaged. I just wanted to conclude the story of the characters with a happy ending. Yes, some of this is based on my own personal experiences however not all of it is and I had to rely on research for parts of the series.
Once again, I'm glad you all enjoyed it.
Love to you all
Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons