Chapter 9: Lauren

It would be safe to assume we would be fucking like bunnies right away. I was more than willing. Our restored bodies were perfect, and we were finally free from Cain. Thomas was surprised at our transformation and was accepting. Abigail, surprisingly, wasn’t surprised at the news of our heritage. She didn’t know specifics but had an idea we were different. However, it didn’t prevent her from leaving. Tearfully, I begged her to stay but she insisted her place was to remain a hospice worker. Not surprisingly, Isiah didn’t fight to persuade her one way or the other to my immense frustration. Abby did agree to argue on my behalf that my terminal diagnosis was, in fact, an error on the doctor’s part. We declined any requests for further testing. The hospital insisted I come back in and it wasn’t until I threatened a malpractice lawsuit, did they finally agree to back off. It wasn’t the last I would hear from them I’m sure. Miraculously healing from cancer and HIV isn’t something they would willingly ignore. Thomas left for home but promised to be available anytime we called.

As I was saying, it would be safe to assume we would be fucking like bunnies. It never occurred to me Isiah would be a little reluctant. Reluctant, isn’t the right word. At first, he was just practicing his new abilities. After a day, I realized he was avoiding me. If not for the bond we shared, I would have assumed it was something personal. No, when I would make advances he would respond with an incredible amount of anxiety. I realized, as I was sitting alone in the cabin, he was a virgin. He didn’t know what to do. We never got this far. Because of his condition, he never had any type of practical sexual education. He knew it in general concepts, tab A into slot B and so forth but it was something he never even allowed himself to dream about.

Realizing this, I carefully took him into the bedroom and didn’t allow him an escape. For his sake, I’m not going to go into detail about our first few times making love. The first time is what you might expect from someone who hasn’t had sex before and has the sensitivity of a teenage boy during puberty, with a similar amount of control. After the first few times of premature endings, did he finally started to get control of his climax. It might have taken longer if it wasn’t for the bond we shared. He felt my disappointment our sessions were over as quickly as he was, despite an amazing recovery. Ultimately, he gave me more rein to show him what I really liked. He was an eager lover and he used our bond to refine his lovemaking. Even after he started getting much better with his control, I couldn’t say I was entirely satisfied telling him what I wanted. What I really wanted was for him to take control sexually, yes, I was more experienced, but his dominating presence gets me more turned on than anything. It wasn’t something that happened overnight but I’m happy to report his type A personality adjusted to my repeated requests to assert his dominance sexually.

He didn’t just learn to control his own urges and orgasms but mine also. The first time he really gave me a toe curling, mind blowing orgasm is what I want to tell you about. We agreed it would help us both if he weren’t using “Eve’s Effect,” instead we would allow things to progress naturally.

He was sitting in front of the fireplace, stoking a fire he made for us. By this time, we have Christened most of the rooms of the house and enjoyed piling comforters, blankets, and pillows in front of the fireplace in the main hall. An added benefit, there was an amazing view we both loved. He was never a wine drinker, but he indulged my preference and a bottle was already decanting in a carafe. Alcohol, unfortunately, didn’t affect us any longer. Not in the modest amounts we were consuming at any rate.

Wearing nothing but a sheer white negligee I slipped up to him from behind. He was completely naked and seeing him without his shirt always gets me warm by itself. Admiring his well-muscled back, I ran my hands across both of his tight shoulders before kissing the back of his neck. Settling in behind him, I wrapped my legs around his waist from behind and rested my cheek against him. My hands found their way south to his massive cock. I was only beginning to massage his cock to an erection when he gently pulled them away and kissed the back of my hands.

“Not in the mood baby?” I sent my thoughts toward him.

“What will give me if I let you keep masturbating me?” He responded teasingly

Amusedly I respond “A hand job”

“Not good enough. I want you to make me come without using your hands or pussy.” He commanded

A spark of arousal flared to life inside me at his challenge. I thought about it. “Okay I can do that. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Scampering off to the bathroom to fetch some massage oil.

He was still in the same place but poured a glass of wine and was taking a sip when I returned. Removing my negligee and tying my hair back I took the wine glass and set it all aside after taking a sip. I stood in front of him completely naked.

“One more thing. You can’t have an orgasm until I say so.” It was an odd statement I thought, because it was a deviation of the rule I set forth at the beginning. I came first then him. It didn’t matter. He would love what I had in mind. I coated the front of my body with a generous amount of oil, including my legs and feet. Making a production of the effort, I thrust my ample chest upward and dribbled the oil across each breast making sure to keep eye contact. He’s always been liberal with his praise of how I look. Arousal flared to life again via our connection as I caressed each breast with my hand. His eyes followed my hands as they traveled across my body. I closed my eyes and focused on our connection trying to gage what he was wanting to look at. Not surprisingly, my breasts were always a winner. I was loving this game. My body swayed back and forth as I squeezed one of my nipples. A sharp sensation of arousal flooded into me when I did. Switching to both my palms cupped my large breasts from underneath then pinched both nipples simultaneously. Again, a wave of pleasure surged inside me. I was unable to tell if it was me or Isiah feeling the arousal. Slipping one finger into my mouth I slowly reached downward toward my shaved pussy. Crossing my taut stomach my arousal increased the further down my hand went. When I reached the top of my pussy and just barely brushed my clit, a large wave of pleasure blasted into me. Barely able to stay standing I couldn’t help but to continue my current course to massage myself to a quick orgasm.

“No orgasms” Isiah gently scolded in my head. “It’s about me. I want you to make me come without using your hands or pussy.” As an afterthought he added “or mouth”

I groaned in frustration but opened my eyes to look at him. The shift in our sexual power dynamic was unexpected but at the same time I couldn’t be more aroused. My body glistened as it was covered in oil. Presenting myself, I stood between his legs. My hands on his shoulders for support, I used the top of my foot to caress his balls and cock. Coating his cock generously with oil I spent several long moments using my foot to stimulate his shaft. Receiving his challenge, it didn’t occur to me he would be touching me also. His massive hand slid up the inside of my thigh, when he reached the very top, he only barely brushed my lips before an even bigger wave of pleasure and arousal crashed into me. I then realized what he was doing.

“You’re cheating. You’re using your ability on me.” I accused

“Yes,” he admitted simply. “I don’t plan on stopping either. Remember, no orgasms.” As he said the latter, he slipped a finger inside me and used his thumb to gently trace circles around my clit. I was only a second or two from climaxing when he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand.

“You’re evil!” I playfully accused. “Fine! You want me to get you off?” I pushed him so he was on his back and straddled his hips with my knees. Pressing my breasts forward I gripped the back of his head and forced a nipple into his mouth. When he lifted his hands to squeeze my breasts, I grabbed his wrists and held them over his head while keeping my breasts in his face. He was a shameless breast man and it never failed to get him hard when I shoved my breasts in his face. This time was no exception. However, unlike before, he used his ability. When his mouth clamped around my nipple an even larger wave of pleasure and arousal struck me. Barely aware of what he was doing, it took every ounce of will to keep from an orgasm at that very moment. Even through my lust filled sex fog I was determined to make him come first. I pressed my ass back against his rock-hard dick. Gyrating my hips against him I considered taking him into my ass. It wasn’t against his rules. I discarded the idea. He was simply too large to go anal without preparations. Instead let his cock fall forward and I pinned it to his stomach with my pussy. My smooth soaked pussy glided along the length of his shaft and I rubbed my clit on the ridge of his swollen pulsating head. Our mental connection told me I struck pay dirt. He was on his way to having his climax. In the moment just before he did, he pressed up forcing me away. “You’re not allowed to use your pussy,” he admonished.

“It’s not inside” I argued.

“It’s still using your pussy,” he countered.

I growled in frustration and lowered my oiled-up torso to lay flat up against his hard and muscular body. This time I pinned his cock with my stomach and slid my slippery body up and down. He still loved the sensation of my toned body sliding up and down his. Despite edging it wasn’t quite going to send him into his peak. Scooting further back it wasn’t until my large breasts lay on either side of his pulsing erection that I realized what he wanted. My hands went to my breasts and I molded them around his shaft tightly. Raising and lowering along his massive girth I found the motion he was looking for. His breathing increased in a few moments he was going to come on my chest. I realized I was able to do what he wanted, and I was elated at the thought. I did it! I nearly came thinking about it.

Just before he started to climax, he stopped and reached down to my face.

“I changed my mind. Do anything you want to make me come. Use any part of yourself you need to.”

I’m not sure if I said it aloud or mentally. “Fuck yea I will!” I practically jumped up onto his hips and quickly lowered my soaked and ready pussy on his well-prepared shaft.

As soon as the monster head of his cock split the lips of my pussy a wave of pleasure hit me again and I heard his command. “Come now.” I didn’t even make it one full stroke when my pussy clamped down in an earth-shattering orgasm that lasted so long, I lost track of time. I was starting to come down when I felt his cock start to swell suddenly and he gripped my hips roughly and pressed his cock as deep inside as he could before he started his own climax. When he did, my own orgasm started to peak again. This time I could only scream, and it felt all the muscles of my body tighten at the same time. It was an orgasm so intense I’m fairly sure I blacked out.