Painless (13 page)

“Is that bad?” she asked innocently.

I shook my head and chuckled. “No.” My knees were jelly as I lowered myself until I was sitting on the edge of the tub.

Samantha kept one hand around my dick the whole time, like she didn’t want to let go. She had no idea how fucking sexy that was. And the fact she didn’t know, made her ten times sexier. Not because she was innocent, but because she wasn’t doing an act. Some women thought the cameras were rolling while they were in the bedroom and they were busy mugging and moaning for the lens. But Samantha was right here with me, focused entirely on me. It was a rare and unique experience for me as much as I knew it was for her.

She knelt down on the rug in front of the tub between my knees. “Shall I continue?” she asked.

“Hells yeah,” I grinned.

Her hot lips slid back down my cock like a silk glove. Damn, she was such a natural. She worked her way up and down my dick, pulling me inside her deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and my head fell back, lolling against my shoulders. Whatever she was doing with her hands and mouth was magic. I swear, my entire package was glowing with pleasure, like my entire awareness was collapsing into my cock in a tight ball of hot ecstasy straining to be released.

I don’t know how long she went on. I lost all track of time. At one point, I looked down and saw she was putting her whole body into it. The head of my dick was on fire. Every lick made my body jerk. It felt so fucking good. I think my balls were wound up so tight there was nothing left to grab, so she released them and put both hands to work on my shaft.

“Fuck, Samantha,” I whispered hoarsely, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, oh fuck…”

She intensified everything and I think my penis turned into a black hole because it was sucking the entire universe into the center of my body. Right when I thought I was going to blow, waves of heat flooded through my body and everything released. All my tension faded from existence. All the stress that had knotted my body for the last three weeks thinking about my trial finally let go. It was the most relaxing sensation I’d ever felt.

I was at peace.

And I still hadn’t come.

I’d read about guys having multiple orgasms. I thought it was some kind of myth. But I hadn’t yet shot my load and I was riding on a wave of intense, relaxing pleasure. It was amazing.

And Samantha kept going and going.

Orgasms had always been an explosion for me. A shooting, pounding, pulling thing. This was just total, peaceful release.
 

It felt so damn good.

The glow spread through my whole body. I slumped against the wall by the corner of the tub and slid down to an elbow, but Samantha kept going.

I could stay like this forever, enjoying the flying freedom the love of my life was giving to me.

I don’t know how long it went on. I never wanted it to stop.

Then something started to build. A winding tighter than I’d ever felt before. I was going to blow. Someone had shoved a nuclear bomb up my ass and it was going to rip me in half. I welcomed it.

My awareness shrank down like the beginning of the universe between my legs: infinite mass crushed into a microscopic space. And then it was all over.

BOOM.

Every atom in my body disintegrated into protons and neutrons and shot across the universe at the speed of light, engulfing all of existence.

Release.

Peace.

I was at peace.

For the first time in my life, I was at peace.

Agápi mou
…it was always you.

===

SAMANTHA

Christos’ cock grew thick as it strained in my mouth. He’d been slumped over for awhile, but I was determined to finish him. I was starving for his cock, thirsting for his sweet release. I wanted to take him into me through my mouth, swallow his energy into my belly.

He was moaning continuously, almost absently, his eyelids fluttering, nearly catatonic with pleasure. It was kind of weird, but at the same time it was the biggest turn on. He was truly putty in my hands, his body a puddle of muscle and moans.

Then his cock suddenly strained harder and harder, veins bulging, jutting and swelling beyond all proportion. This was it.

He suddenly lurched forward, his knees pressing against my sides as his whole body contracted.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” he shouted.

Hot cum fired into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was surprised by two things simultaneously. It was very salty, and there was a lot of it. Way more than I expected.

I stopped moving my head but continued to pump his shaft. I was determined to milk every last drop out of him with my tongue. He kept coming and coming and I tried to hold it all in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow.

I expected to gag, but I didn’t. I was so turned on by all of this, I just went with the flow. No pun intended. He flowed right into me. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my tongue.

With my lips still wrapped around him, I glanced at Christos. His eyes were closed, his face sagging unconsciously. He was totally gone. Was he asleep? After awhile, I stopped, pulled back, and smiled at him.

I don’t think I’d felt nearly this slutty in my entire life, not even when I kissed my own wetness off of his mouth on several occasions. What really surprised me was that I liked feeling like this.
 

I gave head!
 

There, I said it! My first blow job! Yay, me! I couldn’t get over how much I had enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure it had worked for Christos too, judging by the look on his face.

One of his eyelids opened into a slit. His pupil flickered in my general direction.

“Anybody home?” I joked.

A slow smile spread across his mouth. He lifted an eyebrow. “Am I dead?”

“No, silly.” I placed my hands on his legs and leaned toward him for a kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he welcomed it. I half expected him to wince for some reason, like maybe he wouldn’t want to taste his own cum. But he sucked away at me ravenously.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“Mmmmm-hmmm. I don’t think I can move.”

“Ready for that bath?”

“You might want to run some hot water. I feel like we’re into next week and the tub’s probably cold,” he joked. “What year is it? I don’t even know.”

I checked the tub and it was cool, so I ran hot water and added more suds. When it was ready, I climbed in. “You joining me?”

Christos’ only response was to melt into the jacuzzi tub like a limp eel from where he sat on the edge, his legs following as an afterthought.

“Oh my gosh! Christos!” He was totally submerged. I didn’t want him drowning. I cleared some suds away and I saw him smiling up at me from under water.

Eventually, his head raised above the surface, his hair glued to his forehead. “I really don’t know what planet I’m on right now,” he said as he slid around the tub until we were shoulder to shoulder and he leaned his body against mine. “That was really amazing,
agápi mou
. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Really?” Despite Christos’ sated behavior, I was still somewhat insecure about my performance, having never done it before. There was no shame in fishing for a few compliments, was there? Besides, it was almost as fun to talk about sex as it was to do it, especially when you were basking in the after glow of having just done it.

“Really,” Christos smiled smugly. “I think you melted my dick off,” he murmured sleepily. “I can’t even feel it right now. I think my balls are completely empty. Like I shot my testicles out of my dick. Did you feel them going down your throat at any point? Can you check if they’re still there, or has my scrotum deflated completely?”

I reached under the water, between his legs and cupped his balls. “Still there,” I grinned. I gave them a gentle squeeze. “They seem like they’re still kind of full. Maybe you need to drain them some more?”

“In awhile.”

“What?” I gasped. “I thought you were the minute man when it came to recovery time.”

“Not after what you just did. I might need an hour.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way. Come to think of it, I think my blood sugar took a hit from all that action. I may need some chocolate after that.”

“Are you crazy?” I barked. “After what I swallowed, I think I need to go on a diet!”

He snickered. “I’m sure you swallowed no more than two thousand calories.”

“That many?” I gasped seriously.

“That’s what they say. But that has to be a myth. A load is no more than a few teaspoons. I mean, a twenty ounce porterhouse is a thousand calories. How the hell would you squeeze two thousand into two or three teaspoons? Doesn’t make any sense. In other words, you don’t need to go on a diet.”

“Are you sure?”

“Man, you’re such a girl. I guess you won’t have room for the chocolate I bought you, what with swallowing my load and all,” he said dismissively.

“That’s where you’re wrong! Women always have room for chocolate!” I hopped out of the tub and grabbed the heart shaped box off the counter, then slid back into the water. I looked at the box. “What’s See’s Candies? I’ve never heard of it.”

“That’s right,” Christos said, his mouth just above the surface of the water, a sleepy expression still hooding his eyes, “they don’t have See’s on the east coast. See’s is Mary See, the little old lady who invented them. Prepare for the best chocolate truffles you’ve ever had.”

“I’ve had Godiva. Some old lady named Mary can’t possibly be as good as exotically sexy Godiva,” I scoffed.

“Try one,” he said, uninterested in my argument.

I opened the box and looked at all the different milk, dark, and white chocolate morsels. “Which one should I pick?”

“It doesn’t matter, they’re all awesome,” he said.

I grabbed one and took a bite. Rich chocolate and butter cream filling melted my taste buds in a chocolatey rush of yummy scrumptiousness. “Oh my god. That is unreal.” I swallowed. “I think I just had my first foodgasm.”

“Told you,” Christos chuckled. “Happy Valentine’s Day,
agápi mou
.” He leaned over and kissed me passionately.

We took turns kissing and eating See’s chocolates. I couldn’t decide which was yummier.

It didn’t matter because I was sharing both with my man.

I was in heaven.

Chapter 6

SAMANTHA

The next morning I was in hell.

I’d had nightmares all night about Christos being in jail. I slept like crap and woke up exhausted.

At least Christos was next to me in bed. For now.

His trial was tomorrow.
 

I stared at the ceiling, my head spinning like a hurricane.

His trial felt like an eternity from now and I just wanted it to be over. It also felt like it was a second from now, and my time left with Christos was so fleeting that I needed to hold onto him for dear life.

“You awake?” he asked softly.

Tears dribbled down my cheeks. “Yeah,” I said softly.

He rolled over onto his stomach and his face was inches from mine. He kissed my cheek gently.

I smeared tears from my cheeks and held back the hitching sobs that tried to force their way out. I wanted to be strong for my man.

“Let it out,
agápi mou
,” he said softly. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled my naked body into his.

“Oh, Christos,” I sobbed, finally letting go. My body shook with pain and fear. I shut out all the terrible future scenarios dancing through my head and did my best to concentrate on Christos’ loving embrace.

I cried for a long time as he kissed me softly, showering love all around me, my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my ears, my hair. I sank into his comforting love.

“I love you Christos. I can’t let you go,” I said desperately. “I need you. Right here. I don’t want you going to court tomorrow.” I knew it was ridiculous, but I said it anyway.

“I need you too,
agápi mou
, forever and always. I need you in my life to guide my heart, to keep it open, to keep me grounded, to remind me why life is worth living, why I have to keep fighting, why I will never give up on you or us. You are my life,
agápi mou
. I have nothing without you.”

My heart opened to his in that moment wider than it ever had before. Christos was my one true love. I knew it as certainly as I felt his heart opening wide to mine in that moment. I literally felt energy flowing between us, the ruby jewel of my own heart absorbing and projecting back his love in a completed circle.

Together at last.

I treasured this man like no other thing in my short life. He was my gift.

I would do anything to keep him safe.

Anything.

Without thinking, I reached between us and felt his hot heat in my hand. I slid him inside my waiting wetness and we made tender love.

It was slow, soft, connected, and precious. The wings of my heart fluttered in the bath of his love. Our bodies spiraled up and out of the room as one, the hot breath of our love lifting us effortlessly into the sky on billowing sheets of ecstasy.

Eventually, we reached orgasm together.

“I love you,
agápi mou
,” we murmured simultaneously.

After, as we laid in bed, we returned to Earth and came to rest in our own bodies once again.

To my surprise, I was on top of him. I hadn’t even realized I had ended up here. It had happened unconsciously, without insecurity or anxiety.

I really had been out of my body, connected with Christos on some strange spiritual plane that existed outside of this bedroom.

But that moment had passed.
 

I was now intimately aware of my physical body once again. Christos’ manhood, the most sensitive part of him, was still deep inside of me, quivering within, pulsing faintly and intermittently. I savored knowing that his fluids were mingling with mine as he emptied the very last of himself into me. I wanted to keep his tender manhood inside of me like this forever so I could protect him from all the terrible things in the world. I wanted to sustain the open flow between our hearts in that moment, this connection that was proof his heart was bound to mine.