Free No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan Page B

me as I moved, sparking sharp waves of pleasure.
    As we got back to my flat I felt him turn it off for the first time in hours. I became aware of how wet I was and wondered if I’d get the chance to sort myself out and change my underwear before he decided to do anything fiendish with me. Not a chance. Definitely optimistic.
    As soon as we entered the living room he was behind me. His hands wrapped around my body, groping my breasts as his mouth found my neck and shoulder, kissing and gently biting me. It was as though he had been waiting for the moment we closed the door behind us and had privacy. Suddenly I realised I had inadvertently been teasing him for as long as he had been teasing me.
    He unbuttoned my jeans, shifting them down my hips and putting his hand between my legs.
    He chuckled softly. ‘Your knickers are soaking.’
    I tried to press my thighs together but he gave them a quick slap so I left them open. He pushed me forward, bending me over the arm of my sofa, pulling my knickers down to join my jeans around my thighs.
    He reached forward and took hold of the thin plastic cord protruding from my cunt and pulled it. I gasped as the egg popped out into his hand.
    Within seconds I was gasping again. I hadn’t heard him unzip himself or the tell-tale sound of the condom wrapper being pulled open, but without warning he had pushed himself all the way inside me. I was so wet that he slid in easily but I cried out in surprise, my fingernails digging into the cushion as he began to move.
    His hand moved to my mouth, pressing something tomy lips. It took a second to click, but it was the egg that had spent so long inside me. I clenched my teeth shut.
    For a moment he stilled, then he pulled my hair in warning. I opened my lips, taking the wet toy into my mouth, tasting myself on it.
    He kept fucking me hard and it wasn’t too long before I felt him go stiff as his orgasm hit him. His breathing was heavy as he moved to dispose of the condom. When he returned he held his hand out under my face and I opened my mouth, letting the egg fall into his outstretched palm.
    He helped me into a sitting position on the sofa and pulled my legs forward and open as he knelt on the floor in front of me. Within seconds he was licking me. As with the sex, there was no preamble, no teasing, just a relentless, firm pressure on my clit as he licked and sucked it. I felt his fingers between my legs and then I felt him push the toy back inside me.
    He turned it on and I bucked my hips up, grinding myself against his face as he continued to focus on my clit. He put it on the fastest setting and flicked his tongue over me again and again. My hands were in his hair and I was moaning loudly. I was lost.
    ‘Please may I come?’ I groaned. I know. It wasn’t something I made a habit of asking without being explicitly told to, but I wasn’t risking everything stopping for any reason.
    He nodded his permission as he kept licking. I thrust upwards again and kept hold of his hair. It felt as though his tongue was vibrating as I came, crying out loud until I flopped back down on the sofa.
    He moved his mouth away and turned the egg offbefore climbing up to join me. As I rested my head in his lap I congratulated myself on a good plan well executed. Adam, it was fair to say, was similarly pleased, which made me feel happy, and not unlike a goddess for a bit. Everyone wins.
    Of course not all of my plans worked out quite as I had planned.
    I’m a big fan of buying sex toys online. There are a couple of things I’ve bought in person, but mostly I’m internet all the way. No embarrassment (which is obviously a major thing with me – sadly even a trip to an Ann Summers shop can see me blushing), a great selection of items, lots of bargains and sales to be had and, usually, a good number of reviews that tell you how normal folk have found the objects you’re considering buying. Invaluable stuff.
    I have, however, on occasion not read the small