First of all, sorry for the delay. I had no internet for some days, what was really horrible.
About the story, I warn you: this chapter is a heavy, heavy M.
If you are not comfortable with this, maybe you should read just until you see the ***, and then skip to the next ***. But I tell you: you will loose a lot of deep considerations related to our favorite couple's way of facing physical intimacy and the dynamics of their relationship.
To the ones who love smut, I hope it will be fun for you.
If you are comfortable with anything in writing or just curious, come with me and enjoy!
The marriage
Chapter 9: Time for a new contract
Niles and CC felt there were things that could define the life of a couple.
To her, the most important of these things were related to the social aspects. The impression she and Niles make on the people they meet everyday (and their friends and families) was a big part of how they were as a married couple, in her point of view. It was not that she was worried about their social adequacy or anything like that, but she favored the opinion of other people – she thought they would have a more objective opinion to give about their interactions as a couple. It is easier to see something wrong or amiss when you are not emotionally involved in a situation, as both of them were.
To Niles, the things related to their intimacy and the way they interact with each other when there is no one else around were a lot more important. He thought that their conversations, their small decision in day to day life, the limits they establish for their personal space and physical contact were the elements that could really say if they were doing things in a way that could make both of them happy or not.
These two aspects seemed to join forces to show Niles and CC that the theoretical rules of their agreement, all businesslike and conservative, should be approached with new parameters; more than this, soon they had to admit that sometimes, even if you don't pay enough attention to something, it can have a decisive impact on the way you see the world.
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CC was sure her and Niles' families would hate their relationship. Probably, for different reasons and with different intensities.
When they completed nine months together and no matriarch from Brightmores or Babcocks had tried to contact them (with exception of that quick call from her mother asking about the pre-nup), she was pretty sure something big would happen.
Both considered their mothers very strong women, and their silence was strange, to say the least.
In a way, CC's intuition was right: her mother chose to simply appear at the theater one day at lunchtime, without warning her first.
She thought both of them would have a stroke.
Niles had called CC earlier to say he would bring food for her. Happy to have a delicious meal and to be sharing it with him, she seated to wait at an improvised table in a room she normally stayed when she wanted to rest for a while. Everybody at the theater knew where she would be, if she was needed – she was that available, nowadays.
Niles would soon be there, because he knew where to look for her.
She occupied herself reading a contract, even knowing he would probably throw her a glare when he saw her using break time to work.
Sometimes she wondered how they have got to know each other so well.
She was musing and trying to read the thing in her hands, and never heard the firm stride any one who knew her mother recognized and feared.
The older blonde came to a halt some steps far from her daughter.
The younger blonde felt a presence and looked up, ready to greet her husband, and then gasped.
They just stopped there and stayed looking at each other, hands on her chests and wide eyes.
CC was surprised and didn't know how to react, and her mother seemed to be sharing the feeling, what was strange.
When Niles arrived, some moments afterwards, he stopped between them and looked from one to another. They were the image of indecisive shock.
Both women looked at him, but none seemed ready to speak.
It was obvious he was the one who had to break the spell.
He went to the small table CC occupied, put the basket and bag he had brought on it, smiled and pecked her lips in greeting and walked to his mother-in-law, nodding respectfully. 'Good morning… Madam. I suppose you know I'm Niles. It's nice to meet you'.
He hoped 'Madam' was a good choice, because he didn't know what to call her – she was divorced, so she was not exactly Mrs Babcock; and he had never asked CC for her mother's maiden name, as it didn't seemed relevant – he knew the woman travelled a lot, and her presence there was really a surprise.
Maybe she had decided to marry and came to inform her daughter?
Uhm, he thought, this could be used in a zinger… If it is not confirmed, of course.
At this point, he wouldn't let any possibility aside.
The woman in question looked at him politely, 'Nice to meet you, too, Niles. You can call me BB, if and when you want'.
'Thank you, Madam', he marked his position with politeness and turned to the table, 'I brought lunch. Would you like to join us?', the smell of his great cooking filled the air when he started preparing the table, 'CC has a very short break time', he said, as if explaining his actions.
She nodded, 'I don't want to intrude. I expected to invite my daughter to a restaurant, so we could catch up a little. I couldn't imagine she already had a… commitment'.
'Yes, I have!', CC exclaimed from her seat, and she knew it sounded really out of place, because everybody was making sure to be sedated.
Both people standing looked at her, and she was very surprised to notice they were smiling at her – Niles, with pride and the fondness he seemed to feel for her and she acted strange; her mother, with…
Was it relief?
The woman answered, 'It is all right, CC, darling. I just wanted to see how things were. And I see they are really acceptable', she looked at the couple, following Niles with her eyes while he served her daughter, and noticing the smile she threw him in gratitude, 'You know, it's not always that I can trust what your father tells'.
The smirk on both women's faces told Niles they had a hidden message going on. He decided not to ask what it was about. To him, it was enough that the girls were getting along – he didn't need to know how.
'You are welcome, if you change your mind', he reinforced the invitation, stopping in front of the woman. Even if they seemed to be in peace, he felt an urge to stay between them, as if he should protect CC from something. He knew her mother had never been exactly supportive of any of her decisions in life, and he suspected that almost silent civility was their way of keeping the other at bay.
'I intend to accept an invitation from you two. You seem to know how to properly entertain a guest', she gave them an approving nod and seemed to hesitate for an instant. Then, she made her mind, 'But not today. I'll let you alone, so you can enjoy your time together'.
The women faced one another, and again Niles noticed there was something going on.
'I'm glad you came to see me, Mother', CC said with a hint of sincerity in her voice.
'I'm glad, too', BB answered in the same tone, 'I'll call you later, if you don't mind'.
'I don't mind'.
The woman turned to Niles, 'It was nice to meet you. Really'.
Someway, he knew this was a compliment and a dismissal. 'Thank you, Madam', he made a gesture to show her the way out.
She followed him until they got out of the room, and when he closed the door behind them she stopped him with a hand in the air, 'Stay with your wife. You said she had not much of a break, and I know she works hard, God knows why'.
He didn't know what to say. He wanted to simply thank her and go back; he wanted to defend CC's way of life; he wanted to keep the nice behavior and see her out properly…
He decided to be bold, 'Oh, no sense in getting back before she has the opportunity to steal some of my food', he answered, grinning at her contained smile, and then sobered, 'I really wish you would let me see you out. It's the least I can do after you coming here to see her'.
BB turned to the front of the theater and resumed walking, 'All right, I'll accept the offering and the gratitude', she gave him the once over when he came to her side, 'You know, I didn't remember you well. It was a fortunate coincidence that you were here, too'.
'We have seen each other just twice, I think'.
'Yes, and I got the impression of a competent butler, nothing more. Quite invisible, as good servants must be'.
Yes, he remembers being especially quiet both times he remembered BB Babcock being in the mansion. He could see CC was nervous in a bad way, and he didn't want to ridicule her in front of her own mother, if it was a sore spot.
But Niles had to know where they stand. So, he frowned, 'I don't think I follow…'
'Don't get me wrong, Niles. When Stuart called me to tell about CC's marriage, I thought it was a prank. I have taught my daughter no respect for people below our own class', they reached the exit and stopped, 'You must be a remarkable man, if you were able to get her attention and consideration to this point'.
Niles opened his mouth to answer, and was just able to murmur an awed, 'Thank you'.
'I confess I was expecting a scandal involving your name, very soon. Maybe you were a gold digger, or a crazy man… I even thought you would be very old and my daughter had some kind of therapy problem to deal with… She was always partial to her father in an almost unhealthy manner…', she noticed Niles's discomfort with the subject and smiled, 'Now I see you are a gentleman, and are really interested in taking care of her'.
He kept looking at the woman for some moments, then cleared his throat, 'Yes, you can be sure I do my best for your daughter. She is worth every effort'.
'Oh, I've noticed it', the woman had a smirk on her lips, 'I was really impressed by her face when I first entered that room. She was happy. I wondered who she was expecting, once it was not me. And then you arrived', she gave him a once over again, 'That gave me the reassurance I wanted about my youngest', as in magic, the smile was gone and she had a cool demeanor, 'Have a good day, Niles'.
And with that she went away, not waiting for an answer.
Niles stayed there, just watching her disappearing figure and thinking of what she had said to him. She was satisfied because she saw the happiness in CC's eyes when she thought he was arriving, and that she was sure he intended to do things to not let her daughter down.
It was very reviling about them and the way they showed their feeling for one another.
When Niles entered the room again, CC stopped eating and looked at him worriedly, 'What happened? What took you so long? Did she offend you? Did you say anything nasty?'
He seated in front of her calmly, 'Like mother, like daughter, indeed'.
'What do you mean?'
'In short, she told me some nightmarish scenarios she created in her head when she knew about us, and how she saw with her own eyes what a gentleman I am', he took his fork, 'You can be in peace. She thinks you picked well', and started eating.
'She approves of you?'
He made a who wouldn't? gesture.
'She called you a gentleman?'
He nodded.
'And she mentioned she had imagined someone worse?'
'Much worse'.
'God, she really approves of you!', CC couldn't hide the proud grin.
Niles sipped the juice he had brought, 'Have I mentioned how perfect I am?'
CC shook her head, 'Not today', she added before he could answer, 'But let me say it: you are perfect'.
Surprised, he smiled at her, 'If I knew all that took to make you admit it was your mother's approval, I would have invited her to dinner with us at the first month'.
'Oh, no, it is not her. Well, it is not just her. It is her coming here by surprise and you, not just rescuing me, but doing it with politeness and amazing food'.
'Let me tell you a secret, then', Niles made a conspiratorial face, 'I realized I had to use my superpowers to have a chance against your clan of centenary witches. Food and sweet words are for her. Who knows what more I have in store for you?'
She grinned at him and extended her leg under the table, touching his calf playfully with her foot, 'Congratulations. You win!'
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Niles' mother was another story.
His parents were informed of the marriage through a phone call, and CC just heard Niles talking to his father about the basics and stuttering while saying he would call with details later.
He had planned to explain the news to his mother alone, but CC obviously wouldn't miss this, and made sure to enter his room in the mansion when she guessed he was calling the Queen Mother.
To his horror, she entered the room, closed the door behind her, seated comfortably at the end of the bed and stayed looking at him with a too lovely smile.
'Just a moment, Mama', he said, covered the speaker and looked at her pointedly, 'Are you in need of anything?'
'Oh, don't mind me!', she waved nonchalantly, 'I just came to see you. Keep talking'.
He knew it was a lost cause, so he removed his hand from the speaker and resigned to be analyzed from the two sides of the Atlantic at the same time, 'Mama, I'm back. She is here. Yes, CC Babcock. The same', he looked at her, annoyed. 'Uhum. Uh, yes. No, I'm sure', he sighed, 'I have already told you that and I won't repeat it now. Stop laughing, Mama. It is not funny. May we talk another time?', he implored, 'Thank you. Yes, I'll tell her. Good bye, Mama, love you, hug Dad for me'. He put the phone down, and scowled at CC, 'She sends her best'.
'Why, thank her when you talk to her again', CC had her eyebrows raised, 'What did she find funny?'
Niles sighed, 'She says Fate is giving me a lesson', he noticed she just kept looking at him and explained, 'I always told her and Dad about our pranks and zingers, and now she keeps saying things about knowing you were destined to have fun with me since we met'.
CC grinned at that, 'She seems to be an interesting person – my French mother-in-law'.
'She is', Niles smiled fondly, 'I just wish she didn't show so much pleasure in teasing me'.
'Well, it explains a lot of things about you'.
Niles made a face at his wife, even if he was really happy she seemed to relate to his mother so easily.
And he knew she would change her opinion a bit, when she discovered that, since the first call, two days ago, his mother had already called Maxwell and Fran, in two separate occasions, to ask questions about his fiancée.
In fact, he could consider himself lucky that she had not called the penthouse to talk to CC herself, yet. Maybe she was respecting their privacy for a while, especially after she making him confess, a bit before his fiancée entered the room, that he was really delighted by their arrangement.
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Niles had a decision to make, and scrubbing the island furiously usually helped him to think.
It was not like he had any doubts about it; the problem was that he couldn't do it alone, and he was almost sure CC would think it was not time, yet.
Maybe she was right – they were not even together for a year. Maybe they should wait a bit more and see if some new factor wouldn't shake the bases of their agreement.
However, what could happen to break them apart?
They had already faced and solved some tough subjects.
They had fought over her drinking habit and over his overprotective trait.
They had discussed her fondness of Maxwell and his attachment for Miss Fine.
They had managed to live in his room at the mansion and in her penthouse as if they had been occupying them together for years.
Both their mothers had approved of their relationship, and the rest of their families seemed amused and/or just curious about it.
They were even saying the l-word from time to time, and no one got hurt.
What more could happen to test them that they could not deal with?
Niles stopped his furious movements and cleaned his sweaty forehead.
The gesture made him remember two very intimate scenes he had with his witch, in the last month, and he blushed.
He had to confess that, when he thought about both occasions, he couldn't believe they were able to look into each other eyes after what they had done.
But the fact was, not only they were able to face each other, but those actions seemed to bring them closer.
It was like the ultimate proof of trust: when you do this kind of thing, you are letting yourself in the hands of the other, literally and metaphorically.
He never knew how much he wanted that kind of intimacy until he had it, and he never guessed having it with her would fulfill him in such a manner.
First occasion they were in the kitchen, drinking tea and talking. CC was supporting her backside on the piece of black marble that was the most part of her sink, and Niles was standing by the kitchen entrance, leaning on the doorway.
'That was why I stopped calling Maxwell Pumpkin when we came from Oxford in the Holidays', Niles finished his story, grinning.
CC smirked and shook her head, 'You two must be crazy! If his parents knew what that meant you both would suffer the consequences'.
'Neither of us would ever tell them. No one ever tells this kind of thing, anyway'.
'How can you be so sure he would not blab?'
'People in general are concerned about being ridiculous. No one keeps repeating a story that can make them laughable'.
'The Fine Family does'.
'It is different. The major part of their stories makes a lot of sense to them. They take those things seriously, and don't see them as laughable'.
'That's why I can't understand the reason Pumpkin would trust his children to her'.
'He has let them around the kinds of you and me', he smiled. 'He is lucky they are too old for you to want them for rituals, now'.
'You know nothing about witches, if you think the danger is gone'.
He chuckled, 'I knew you were just giving me a false sense of security'.
'We both know you married me to get me away from the house', she accused, just half joking.
He turned serious, 'Touché'. They pretended they were clinking their mugs. Both knew it was still difficult for both of them to admit how the people of the mansion made their feelings for one another confused. The fact they agreed to live as much as possible in the penthouse permitted them to build routines and enjoy their private activities much better.
After sipping her tea, CC talked again, 'I think Maxwell just hired Nanny Fine because he trusts you to counteract her craziness'.
'Maybe', he answered, smiling, 'Poor deluded man!'
She grinned, 'It is funny, but you know it is not true. You take good care of that family, Nanny Slut of not', she winked at him, showing she was joking.
'Everybody has their ridiculous traits. We shouldn't judge'.
'I don't think the problem is when people are ridiculous. I mean, you can be ridiculous and happy with yourself, and that is what matters. The problem is when you are… unusual. When you don't fill what people consider normal, things can get tough'.
Niles pondered on that for some moments, a bit surprised she said other people's opinions didn't matter as much. 'You mean, like you wanting to work hard even being rich?'
'Yes. You have no idea how many misconceptions exist around it'.
Her annoyed expression made him curious, 'Enlighten me'.
CC looked at him and decided to pick something that could lead this conversation to more intimate areas, 'Well, a lot of people think that all successful businesswomen are lesbians, for example, just because they take decisions rationally'.
'Oh, I see. There is a notion that women should let feelings and intuition always guide them. In fact, people think men should choose professions that show strength and dominance, and women should stay at home or choose professions that involve taking care of others. When you don't follow the rules, you may be looked with contempt'.
'So, I was right'.
'Yes, you were right, it has to do with normalcy'.
It was easy to see he got a bit sad by the thought. CC knew he had dreamed about being something else, not a domestic, and maybe this conversation made him think of how difficult it was when he was not permitted to stay inside the normalcy.
It was her time to sound pensive, while she looked at him in the eyes, 'We must consider ourselves lucky to have met, then'.
'I agree in general with this statement, but why do you mention it now?'
'Because I could have obeyed my mother and never worked for Maxwell, and you could have disobeyed your parents and never worked for him. See the possibilities? What are the odds of both of us, doing opposite actions, end up not following models, finding each other and feeling attracted, as has happened? Can you imagine what would be if one of has had acted differently and we had never met?'
He stayed looking at her, his face showing rising horror. Then, he gulped and put the mug on the table, 'Why did you say that? It is a horrible idea!', he advanced to her, 'Now I have to make sure to wipe it from my head!'
CC was delighted when he took the mug from her hand to put it besides his, on the table, and pressed himself against her for a demanding kiss.
She loved when he was forceful on her, almost as much as she loved being forceful on him. They had a game going on, and no matter who was tied to the bed (both had been, at this point), the sensation was incredible pleasurable.
When he let them part for air, she mused, 'The subject affects you'.
'You affect me', he was biting her neck.
'Hummm… Yes, I know I do, but you were a bit uncomfortable'.
He just leaned his head in response, starting to pull her shirt from her pajama pants.
'Do you worry about people doubting you and your choices?', she asked.
'I don't care what other people think, now', he answered, and she shivered at the cold rock against her back when he pressed against her again.
She smiled, 'Then you care about what I think'.
He stopped to look at her, 'Always cared, woman. And now, even more'.
They kissed again, and this time her hands grabbed his rear to show him she was more than ready for anything he had to offer.
Niles took his own shirt off, and then took her up and put her on the sink.
This way she was higher than him, her center a bit above the line of his waist, and she found the prospect very interesting.
Niles went between her legs and started kissing her breasts.
CC rested her feet on the knobs of the small doors under the sink, felt comfortable and relaxed to enjoy him explore her breasts languidly.
She loved the fact they could do anything, anywhere, without having to ask the other if it was all right. She always dreamed of having this kind of intimacy, but never thought it would be with him.
In fact, she had given up hope of having it with any one. It seemed impossible to find someone with whom she would have the courage to propose anything that came to her head.
CC never stopped to analyze sex as a meaningful part of a relationship, but the things she and Niles did made her realize they meant a lot more than a sexual position or a daring practice – it was about trust and care and synchronism.
Now, for example, she was moaning deeply by the way his hand came to add sensation to her core. The sensation of being all relaxed and at his mercy was driving her crazy.
She wanted it to last, so she stilled his hand and pulled his hair to make him look at her.
His eyes were dark with desire, and she inclined herself to kiss him.
'I want you to fuck me', she groaned when they parted.
He quickly freed himself of his trousers and captured a breast in his lips while getting into position to enter her.
That was when they realized the height was not adequate to permit it – she was a bit higher than she should be.
CC laughed at Niles' utterly frustrated face when he looked at her for guidance, came closer to the edge of the marble, tilted her hips forward and murmured, 'We can have just the tip for a while'.
He emitted a needy sound that she found very erotic, and did as she told him to do.
The sensation was new, because the position was making it impossible to do anything more, and because CC could just move herself a bit differently and 'fall' on him at any moment. A few more inches and the game would be over.
But she didn't want it to be over. She was enjoying the 'almost there' sensation.
There was a slight refuse of being fully together, and she liked the sensation.
Niles knew how to make the best of anything that was handed to him: his hand came to work with her clit and she was feeling strangely sensitive in a lot of places besides her core.
CC closed her eyes and tried to understand what her body was telling her.
She felt that just the sensation of him inside her would bring the fulfilling she needed, and at the same time it was good to stretch that teasing. She felt in control, being able to advance and throw herself at him, but not doing so and prolonging their pleasure through the game.
She realized these positions could describe perfectly the way their relationship had worked through the years: theoretically, she was in an upper position, and she could reach for him any time, if she wanted, because he was there to catch her and fill her the way she needed.
At the same time, he would serve her as best as he knew how – and it included making her notice though his touch her own need of love and attention.
The realization made her almost come, and she took his hand from her clit.
He hugged her and she circled her hips on him.
Both moaned and his hands went to her hips. 'Please', he said with a rough voice.
She took his hands from there, too, and looked at him bossily, 'Not yet'.
Now that she had got the metaphor, she wanted to enjoy the sensation as much as she could.
He let go a trembling sigh, 'Please, Miss Babcock…'
CC clenched around his tip. She loved the sound of her business name in his voice, and in this intimate position – and, at the same time, not totally 'intimate', she enjoyed it a lot, 'That's it, Niles. Beg'.
He lifted his head from her breasts and looked at her in the eye, breathed deeply and smirked. 'No. This time we'll make things a bit different. You'll beg'.
CC knew the game had new rules, now. Serious Niles during sex meant he had lost control, but smirking Niles was always a challenging aspect.
She was thrilled, and waited to see what he would do.
He forced himself to maintain his hips totally still while he loved her breasts with his mouth.
So that was what he was offering to her: once he couldn't have her totally, he would dedicate himself just to the part of her he could reach easily.
It proved to be a good idea, because CC soon didn't know what to choose.
Her breasts were sending amazing sensations to all of her body, but her neglected core was making her crazy. She was afraid her legs and hips would have a life of their own and jump on him any second, what would mean that, in a way, she had lost the challenge.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. The more she could wait, the more probable he would be the one to give up and beg.
It was not a theory – she had already tested it on him before. Given enough time, Niles would simply surrender.
She moved her arms to support herself on the wall behind her, and moaned at the light nip he gave her nipples when she seemed to be going too far from him.
He moaned back at her reaction, and she knew this game was dangerous in all levels – every surrendering sound she made resonated in him, and brought him close to surrender, too.
Maybe she needed to resist just a bit more, showing careful bits of her arousal, and she would push him over the edge.
Now she was almost laid down on the dark marble, and he put a hand on her back to not let her be out of the perfect distance for his mouth.
Her eyes flew open when his other hand sprayed over the area that he was ignoring.
The feathering touch on exactly the parts of her body she needed much to be touched was almost her undoing.
Her arm flew to her forehead in a last attempt of control. Trying to not think of the throbbing sensation under his ghostly touch, she turned her head and saw the side of the fridge.
She was talking before she could think things over, 'Niles, take the butter'.
He stopped and looked at her, 'W-what?', he followed her heatedly gaze to the hand that was touching the metallic wall and licked his lips to undo some of his daze, 'Are you sure?'
'I told you I loved the movie… Let's do it…'
He quickly retreated, opened and closed the fridge in a moment, and soon CC saw his hand already full of the greasy material and spreading it on his length while kissing her stomach and then going back to her breasts.
CC trembled with anticipation when he cleaned his hand in a nearby cloth and took her hips to help her.
The position was still a bit difficult in the beginning (even if their goal was not the same anymore), but this time, she was glad to meet him halfway.
It was not the first time they did it, but they usually used a condom and he was very careful, because she could be really careless when she was enjoying herself.
This time she was in control and wanted it rough, so she closed her eyes to concentrate in the sensation and brought her body slowly but steadily to his.
Her hands on the edge of the sink were the indication he needed of how much she was able to advance.
To their surprise, he easily entered her, making both groan in something that was surprise and relief and lust.
She supported her legs on his shoulders and relaxed. The angle was perfect for this, and now she was able to joyfully lean on her back and let him do things whatever he wanted.
Niles didn't need to ask her if she was alright – once he started slowly moving in and out of her, the blissful expression on her face and the lowly murmured 'Fuck me' mantra gave him the assurance he needed.
He found a steady rhythm and stayed there, building the sensation while following her clues.
At some point, noticing he really didn't need his hands to support her, one of his hands rested over her clit, and the fingers of the other found their way into her core.
That was her undoing. She couldn't resist this assault to all that was sensitive and needy of his attention.
She came hard, and he slowed for her to calm down.
To his surprise, she breathed deeply and opened her eyes to look into his, 'Don't you dare getting out of me without coming. I want to feel it'.
He smiled and caressed her tummy, 'Are you ready?'
'Oh, please, get it going', she closed her eyes again, knowing Niles never did things in a hurry when he had that smirk on his face, and preparing herself to come again before it was over.
When she went over the edge again, he followed her, and she could swear he had sounded really awed.
When he was able to talk again, they looked into each other's eyes and he murmured, 'Oh-my-God'.
She saw him cleaning the sweat from his forehead and sniffed at the strong smell of butter, 'Well, we need urgent showers, but wasn't it amazing?'
He just nodded and grinned at her, spent.
She smiled in response and started moving to get him out and climb down the sink.
He stopped her and pecked the middle of her chest, 'Just give me a moment. I want to carry you'.
'You don't need to…'
'I want to. You are a queen'.
'Oh', she was going to ask why, but his look of adoration convinced her she didn't want to know exactly why, once she felt it had to do with the feeling of fulfillment they were able to give to each other, 'All right', she settled back again, feeling his head on her tummy and waiting for him to calm down. 'Who do you think have won?'
'I'd call it a draw'.
'In the challenging part, yes, but I mean in the comings. Who wins: who comes more times or who makes the other come more times?'
'I don't think I'm in any condition to solve dilemmas, right now', he smiled sweetly at her.
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What he called 'the headboard episode' was the second one that, in Niles' opinion, sealed their intimacy.
He was sure nothing could compare with this when the matter was what they could or not do – it was miles above any sex in the office desk or in her car or in the back stairs or tied down they had ever had.
Maybe he thought like this because it involved a kind of taboo thing for men in general, but the fact was he didn't regret the experience. They even did it again a few times after this first, but the fact she had had a fantasy fulfilled and he was glad to share the moment with her made that first time really special for both.
It started with CC already in bed, reading, and Niles coming out of the bathroom in his t-shirt and shorts.
'Have you seen my glasses?', he asked, not really expecting her to answer. Sometimes he just asked things to make her look at him.
She put down the contract and looked, and he stood in the middle of the room, frowning and observing his surroundings. He soon found the glasses, as expected.
He knew there was something about his organization and capacity of solving problems that always made CC admire him. She had already told him she found his competence and calmness very arousing.
The fact he was solving little problems dressed like that, showing the legs and chest she always praised, was just a detail to make her admire him even more.
He was a bit ashamed of being already hard when he came into the bedroom, but he was in the shower, preparing for bed, he had felt the smell of her shampoo and remembered some things they had done in the shower and things got a bit out of order in his head: all he could think was how to put her in the mood.
He would start with the visual hints. Usually he was successful with them.
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When CC looked at Niles and noticed how aroused he already was, she had again a feeling that was getting usual for her.
All she wanted was to give him pleasure.
Intense pleasure… something that would make him remember this night forever, and know for sure she was the best lover he had ever had, and would ever have.
She loved the fact when he wanted her badly he would call her attention anyway he could: sometimes he would come closer and kiss her sensuously, making clear his intentions; sometimes he would start conversations and touch her in a way that could be friendly but leaded to sexual innuendo; and sometimes, as today, he would show her how ready and available he was.
How many times had he done it before they were together, and she never realized? How many times could she just have claimed him, taking the hints he had give her daily?
How many times she had suppressed her own desire for him after a good zinger or a heatedly glance, because she couldn't believe what her intuition told her?
She licked her lips, an idea already forming in her head: maybe tonight was the night for one of the fantasies she still wished to fulfill.
She was not sure he would react well, but she was able to recognize, at this point, that some things she couldn't suppress anymore, and one of them was her desire to have everything with him.
So, which would be a better occasion than one when he was really willing?
'Niles?', she called, softly.
He came closer to the bed, and she could feel the sexual energy coming from him, 'Yes?'
'Are you up to… be ordered around, tonight?'
He was serious, a giving signal of his readiness, 'It is an interesting start…'
'Well, first I must make sure you want to play, and just then I can play'.
It was his time to lick lips, 'Yes, I'm up to'.
She put the contracts at the nightstand and started taking off her pajamas, 'Took off your clothes and come here'.
He obeyed, gulping when he saw her naked form lay on the bed after she put a pack of condoms besides her.
The condoms normally meant anal sex, since it was the only occasion they used it in the bedroom, after the exchange of examinations. Since the beginning of their intimacy (the quickie against the penthouse door) it was she who took the initiative of using condoms, because both enjoyed her dominant side and because it made clear when she felt ready for him.
The idea of using it in places when they definitively didn't want to leave hints were his, however, and he was proud to think it had saved them from very… messy situations.
Trying to guess what she wanted and not being able to, he asked, his voice faltering when he saw her adjusting a pillow under her head, 'How?'
'Put your knees here', she patted the bed.
He understood she wanted him on her mouth, and nodded.
'Hands on the headboard', she reminded him while he adjusted himself and frowned when she took hold of his length. She looked up at him, 'Something wrong?'
'No, no', he breathed deeply, 'Just go slow, please. I'm really ready'.
She chuckled and kissed his tip lightly, 'I've noticed, dear. I'll be soft with you, once you can't be with me'.
He started chuckling and was going to answer, but he had to grip the headboard and concentrate when she licked his balls and her mouth French kissed his tip.
'Oh, Niles', she stopped to tease him at the whimpering sound he let go, 'What's the problem? You seem distressed…'
She started slow movements of her hand and soft planted kisses, what made things a bit easier on him, but rendered him speechless all the same.
When her other hand caressed his rear, he moaned deeply in appreciation.
'You like it, don't you?', she asked, just to hear him moaning an agreement.
She used both her hands to palm his butt and started showing him the rhythm she wanted.
Niles looked down at her but had to close his eyes – if he saw again her mouth swallowing him, he wouldn't last.
And he wanted to last, once it was delicious and he still didn't know what her exact intentions were. He needed to be prepared.
At some point, even if she was careful, her delighted moans and the movement he could feel of one of her hands going from his rear to her center were too much for him. He tried to warn her of how close he was by stilling his hips against her palm – he didn't know if the undignified gasp he emitted was enough.
She understood and the hand that was on her own came to the base of his cock to help him to calm down a bit.
It worked, and he breathed deeply, 'Thank you'.
'You're welcome', she answered, moving a bit to take a pack of condoms. 'But now you own me one'.
He observed her taking the pack, opening it and taking the condom. 'Should I move?'
'No, dear, you are exactly where you should be', she answered, putting a finger inside the condom and stretching it adequately. She looked up at him and noticed his confused look, 'You said you were up to be ordered around'.
He still didn't quite got what the idea was, but then she put her finger that was covered by the condom inside herself, in what seemed a move to make it coated in her own natural lubricant.
He finally understood when started explaining again, while fingering herself, 'I've read a lot about it, and I know that there is a spot, very close to the entrance of your… rear… that could act for you as my clit does for me'. She closed her eyes as the fingering was a bit too intense and then opened them again to look up at him, 'Would you help to find it? You know I would never hurt you'.
He looked into her eyes, knew she was sincere and he didn't have a legitimate way out. 'Do you know what you are looking for?'
She felt a shiver – he was saying yes!, 'I've read about it. More or less two inches. And I count on you for guidance, of course. The way you are good with my clit, I suppose you have dealt with this in yourself'.
'I won't deny I have experimented with it, but I find it a bit… uncomfortable. physically'.
'I understand', she smiled and French kissed his cock again, 'I'll be careful', some licks, 'Any doubts?'
He shook his head and closed his eyes. There was no way he could say no when she asked like this, putting him on edge. 'Go ahead. I trust you'.
What followed was really a life changing experience for both of them. CC had never had the opportunity to do it to a man, and Niles never thought he would experience with another person such a sensorial overload.
He was able to guide her in the beginning, when the discomfort for the invasion was side by side with the distraction of her other hand on his length; but when she was sure she had found the right spot with her finger, her mouth was back around him wetly, her free hand went to rest on his hip and he was all sensation at a lot of close related erogenous zones.
His moaning made her sure she was doing it really right: his moaning was loud and meaningless, and his hips went rocking with the rhythm she had built between her mouth and finger.
She enjoyed making him loose control, but what she most enjoyed was the fact she was in control – she was providing all the pleasure her man needed, she was doing it how she wanted and he couldn't deny how amazing the feeling was.
She could even tell when he was coming, and she stopped sucking him to tell him it was all right, 'Come on, baby, let go!'
He exploded in her mouth with an inarticulated groan and a shudder that seemed to rip his body apart.
CC felt like she had never seen something so erotic in her life.
She needed him, now.
She swallowed down quickly, pushed him to tumble him on his back and came to straddle him.
She threw the condom away and forced his hands down at the mattress with hers.
Her fogged mind said it was the right thing to do to properly ride him forcefully – and that was the only thing she could think right now.
He grunted and his back arched under him.
Then he adjusted his hips and legs to help her, griped her hands back with his and looked her in the eyes, 'Yeah, Love. Use me'.
CC recognized the mix of pain and pleasure he was experiencing – the fact he had just come intensely and how sensitive he still must be, the pleasure of feeling her all wet and needy on him and he with nothing more to give but his own hardness after such a strong orgasm – and she started coming.
Started meaning it was long and hard and included yelled confessions of love, his name and some uttered words both of them couldn't really know what meant.
Niles stopped trying to clean an already clean island and made some tea for himself. He was sure nothing could happen to dissipate the feeling of belonging they had about each other. No matter what the future held, there was no way they would let thing between them go away.
His question was: if things were naturally changing, what was their part in the process?
Should they just accept what life was bringing on without thinking about it? In this case, his proposition was unnecessary, and he was loosing his time when thinking about it.
Should they acknowledge the changes and act accordingly? In this case, his proposition could help them to deal with the things that were happening.
Maybe he stood a chance to convince his witch, after all. At least, he would try.
