Vanilla (2 page)

Max came into the house, the door banging
against the wall, his keys dropping to the floor, a muttered
"Shit!" and then a "Fuck!" as he bashed his knee on the hallway
table. Practically the same end-of-day routine he followed every
time he got home.

"Can we move this bloody table?" he yelled by
way of greeting as he stepped into the lounge, dropping all his
things into a pile.

"Hey, honey..." Jess smiled, perched on the
end of the sofa, displaying her long legs.

"Hey." She could tell straightaway that Max
was distracted. He barely glanced at her, before throwing himself
down on the chair and running his hands through his hair.

She sat back on the sofa, gave him a minute
to grumble. She wanted to do her thing before they ate. But if he
was feeling grouchy, there was no point. She knew him too well.

"I've had a terrible day. Such stupid bloody
solicitors on the Bertman side. Useless. Stalling. I was all set to
go to court next week, now they've filed some stupid bloody..."

Suddenly Max trailed off; he seemed to have
finally noticed her existence.

Jess smiled and sat up, letting her wrap drop
open, to better show off her cleavage.

Max sat forwards. "Whoa, you look
great..."

Jess laughed. "Glad you noticed."

Max smiled. "You always look great. But you
normally have more clothes on when I come home?"

Jess stood up and undid her wrap fully; she
knew she looked good in her underwear. The lacy material caressed
all her curves and she certainly felt sexy.

"Is it my birthday?" Max joked, standing up
and moving towards her.

He cupped her backside in his hands and
kissed her deeply.

"Now my day feels better." He moved his mouth
to her neck, nibbling and kissing her soft skin.

He ran his hands down across the bare skin of
her stomach. She was slim but soft.

She moaned a little bit, loosening his tie.
She pulled away. "I had a plan for you tonight."

"Like what?" Max stepped closer and caressed
her nipples through the lace of her bra.

"Like me being in charge," she said, stepping
back.

"I don't mind that," he said, reaching out
for her again.

A little bit of her just wanted to let him
ravish her. Her nipples were erect and she knew she was more than a
little bit wet.

What better way to finish this end-of-the-day
greeting than letting him lower her onto the sofa and make love to
her?

At that second, with his fingers pinching her
nipples, she couldn't think of a better way.

"So. What. Are. You. Planning. To. Do. To.
Me?" Max asked, punctuating each word with a kiss on her neck,
before slipping his tongue into her ear.

Jess felt her knees go weak, and stepped
back, letting herself drop onto the sofa, feeling Max move on top
of her, his weight against her, kissing her on her mouth now, his
tongue pushing against hers.

She wriggled out from underneath him, getting
her breath back. "I was meant to be treating
you
tonight,
not the other way around."

Max held his hands up in surrender. "Fine by
me."

He sat back on the sofa, his tie loose and
his hair tousled. He looked gorgeous. He always did - at six foot
with dark hair and blue eyes; he was slim, fit and well
muscled.

Jess grinned and reached for his belt. As she
started unbuckling it, he seemed to figure out what her plan was
and closed his eyes.

"One sec," Jess said, and reached onto the
table for his wine. "There," she passed it to him, "now you're
ready!"

Max took a sip. "Go for it."

Jess finished opening his belt, and undid his
trousers. Max lifted himself up so she could pull them down. She
left his trunk-style pants on and pulled off his shoes and
trousers. "Socks off," she murmured, pulling them off and then
stroking her fingers back up his legs and across his thighs.

She could see how happy he was that she was
taking charge, the bulge in his trunks straining against the
material. She knelt in front of him and leant in, kissing his legs
and thighs and caressing his balls through the fabric.

Max was groaning, sinking lower down the sofa
as her tongue slipped under his trunks.

"Take them off." His voice was gruff, full of
longing. He lifted his butt off the sofa so she could pull his
trunks down.

His cock sprang up and she caught it in her
grasp, moving her hand up and down, catching the tip of him in her
mouth after each stroke.

She moved her mouth down the length of him
and down to his balls. She sucked them gently, taking them in her
mouth.

Max's fingers were caught up in her hair now,
pulling her closer to him.

Jess licked Max's cock again, and then took
all of him in her mouth. Using her hands to play with his balls,
she sucked on him, softly and then hard, softly and then hard,
getting a rhythm going.

Max's mouth was open now and when Jess looked
up at him she knew he was enjoying. He looked drunk, his eyes open
but heavy.

He reached down and slipped his fingers
inside her bra, playing with her nipples while she sucked him
harder and harder and deeper and deeper.

She pulled back from him and undid her bra,
Max groaned as he took her full breasts in his hands.

She leant down, caressing his dick with her
tits, rubbing them back and fore across him and then squeezing the
length of him in between them. She tucked her head in and took the
tip of him in her mouth, licking faster and faster.

Max took hold of her tits and she took all of
him in her mouth again, sucking and sucking until she felt his
whole body stiffen and he came in her mouth with a rush of
desire.

She kept sucking gently until he
softened.

Then he muttered those same words that he had
before: "You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I'd
say yes!"

Jess grinned up at him, hoping he would repay
the favour but not willing to ask.

She reached for her bra and Max put his arm
up to stop her. He pulled her towards him and started kissing her
again, his hands on her butt, pushing the lace aside and caressing
her skin.

Max flipped her around so that she was lying
on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked at her nipples and let
his hand creep down, dipping a finger into her wetness.

He kissed down her body, kissing her stomach,
her thighs and then through her knickers, her pussy. He started
tonguing her, still through the fabric of her knickers.

Jess was writhing by now, her body desperate
for orgasm, for release.

Max pulled her knickers off and licked her
again, this time with a finger inside her. He reached his other
hand up to play with her nipples, and then she could feel it. Her
orgasm was building, her pussy beginning to pulse. Max slowed down,
circling her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, until she
felt the shuddering, release of her second orgasm of the day.

Max lay next to Jess on the sofa, both of
them naked and satisfied.

"So I could ask you anything...?" Jess said,
trailing a finger across Max's chest.

"Yeah. Anything." Max kissed her hair.

Jess climbed over him. "Don't move!"

Max groaned. "Uh oh, that doesn't sound good.
What have I agreed to here?"

Jess grinned. "You said anything."

"Right...?" Max said.

Jess came back with her wrap and the list.
She covered herself up and passed him the sex list.

Max sat up, still naked and took the list
from Jess.

"What's this?"

She could see his confusion - a numbered list
of sex stuff, with names and telephone numbers after them.

"Okay, so this is my new assignment from
Leyla. It's a blog piece."

"About these people and the weird sex stuff
they do?" Max passed her the list back.

Jess shook her head. "Not quite."

Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, "What
then?"

Jess snuggled closer. "Well, I, we, sort of,
have to do it too."

Max snatched the list back. "What? You want
to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That
people I know, know you write? No chance. Swinging?! Dogging?! Is
Leyla having a laugh? Why isn't she bloody doing it?"

Jess took the list. "Okay, chill a sec;
they're not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I
write that we didn't do it and why."

"Great! So then my friends can take the piss
because I wasn't up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess!"

"Some of it we've already done..."

"What? Sex clubs and swinging?"

"No, like role-play and sex toys."

"I don't like this, Jess. I've had a shit
day. I'm in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to
pee all over you so you can blog about it, isn't helping."

Max grabbed his clothes and stormed out of
the room.

Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her
bra in the other.

Not quite the response she'd been
expecting.

.

Jess got their food together and called up to
Max that it was ready. He came down to eat but he was quiet.

She didn't push him, just ate her food in the
silence, wishing she hadn't gone into Fresh Vibe today.

After tidying away the dishes and being
ignored by Max a bit more, she got her phone and text Leyla.

Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow.
Night.

Leyla text back almost straight away.

Ah honey, that's just a man trying to be in control.
Give him some time. I promise you he'll come round.

Jess wasn't so sure but text back that she'd
ask him again tomorrow.

Later that night, they lay in bed in
silence.

After food, Max had gone into his study and
closed the door - a sign that he didn't want to be disturbed. She'd
caught up on the soaps and gone over and over the sex list in her
head. Would he come round? Was it that much to ask, really? It's
not like she was a particularly demanding girlfriend. In fact, as
relationships went, this was her easiest and most laid-back so far.
They got on well, they had good sex. Life was not complicated
really.

Jess felt Max's hand on hers. She held on to
it.

"Sorry I was grumpy," Max said, turning his
body in to hers.

"It's okay." Jess kept a little pout in her
voice - she wasn't going to let him off too easy.

"I was just blindsided, I guess." He reached
out his other arm and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her neck.

Jess moaned slightly. This was turning out to
be a pretty sex-filled day, if she was right about where his little
caresses were heading.

"I love having sex," Max said, kissing her
neck deeper now, his tongue hot against her skin.

"Me too," she agreed, turning onto her side
and kissing him back, nibbling lightly on his lower lip, feeling
him tense with lust.

"Not sure I like you writing about it,
though."

Max ran his hand down her side, then, pushing
the covers off, ran his hand down her body again. "Take your PJs
off."

Jess hurriedly wriggled out of her short
pyjamas and kicked them onto the floor.

Max was lying on his side and she moved in
close to him, feeling the length of his body warm against hers. He
always slept naked and she could feel his erection against her.

"Lay on your back," Jess told him and then
straddled him. "How about I write how handsome you are?" Jess
dipped her head and kissed his neck. "How strong you are?" Jess ran
her fingers along his arms. "How gorgeous you are?" She ran her
fingers down his chest, tweaking his nipples.

She moved down the bed and licked the tip of
his dick. "How big and hard you are?"

Max had his hands crossed behind his head.
"Sounds about right..." he said, his voice low with desire.

Jess let her tits trail across his cock and
his balls.

She kissed her way up to his mouth, her
tongue swirling across his balls, his dick, his stomach, chest,
nipples, mouth.

They kissed deeply, Max's hands now on her
tits, squeezing and flicking at her nipples.

Jess moaned and moved upwards, lowering a
nipple into Max's waiting mouth.

While he tongued at her, she lowered her wet
pussy onto his waiting cock.

Up and down, up and down, she rode him while
he sucked at her tits, first one and then the other, and then
holding them close, both nipples in his mouth at the same time.

She knew she wouldn't take long to come,
despite the fact that this was the third time they'd done it today.
She could get used to this...

She ground her clit down on him, feeling her
orgasm building, his hands now on her butt, squeezing and
pinching.

"How about," she whispered, almost at the
point of orgasm, "I write what a fantastic shag you are, how
fucking horny you make me and how wet my pussy is every time you're
with me?"

As she finished her sentence, her orgasm came
and she rode him harder and faster, her orgasm building again. Max
grabbed her butt and started bucking upwards, fucking her harder
and harder until she was seeing stars.

Max came with a deep groan and then dropped
down onto the bed. Jess lay on top of him, kissing him and enjoying
the feel of release as their heartbeats returned to normal.

"Do it," Max said, his voice still thick.

Jess rolled off him and took his hand.

"You mean it?" Jess smiled.

"Yeah - as long as you write all that good
stuff about me!"

Jess grinned. "That, I can do!" she
smiled.

Within minutes, they were both sleeping.

.

Max woke Jess up, all suited up and ready to
leave for work. "So." He kissed her forehead. "When do we need to
start this thing?"

Jess propped herself up on one elbow. "Today.
I need to phone Leyla and say I'll go ahead, but I'm thinking
she'll want a blog post tonight for tomorrow's edition."