The Not So Invisible Woman by Suzanne Portnoy Read Free Book Online Page B

the bedroom.
    After falling in and out of sleep for hours, I tried breathing to Scott's rhythm, but soon realised I was putting more effort into matching the ever-changing rhythm than into trying to fall back to sleep. First, there was the heavy gasping for breath, followed by a few snorts. Then came the trombone honks from his nose, then the gurgling of his throat. Then blessed silence. A minute later, the pattern repeated. Gasp, snort, honk, gurgle. Silence. Gasp, snort, honk, gurgle. Silence.
    I was really tired. I was also really drunk. I knew sleep would not have come easy even in the best circumstances. It never did when I'd had more than two glasses of wine. And Scott and I had shared almost four bottles. That'll teach me, I thought, again.
    I got out of bed and quietly opened the bedside cabinet, hoping to find the wax earplugs I used to wear when Daniel snored beside me. I found my butt plug, a selection of vibrators and a blindfold, but couldn't find the earplugs. I contemplated turning on the light to have a better look around, but remembering that Scott had to wake up early, I didn't want to disturb him. So I made the best of it: I wrapped myself around Scott's body.
    There was a lot to wrap around: his torso was long and broad, his slim legs went on for miles, his tight bum was a hill of meaty flesh. The sound effects were excruciating, but at least if I were going to lie awake, I had a delightful body to cling to.
    A few hours later, I woke Scott with the promised cup of coffee. Then, noticing his morning hard-on, I took the initiative and straddled one of his legs.
    'Suck my cock, baby.'
    I took him into my mouth.
    God, he really gets me, I thought, as I leaned over to obey. No tedious discussion about what he was into, no distracting monologue telling me what he wanted to do to me and how and in what position, just a straightforward command. I had a swinging partner who rarely spoke during sex. When Greg, my regular, spoke it was only to tell me what he wanted me to do next. 'Lick my balls. Twist my nipples. Sit on my face.' That turned me on, and it spoiled me on the mattress-mouth types.
    I spit onto the mushroom head, to lubricate the shaft for my sliding hand.
    Scott grabbed the top of my head and pushed my mouth farther down his cock until I gagged.
    'That's right, baby,' he repeated. 'Suck it good.'
    I felt myself get wet and his cock get harder in my hands.
    'Mmmn,' I moaned, more to myself than for his benefit. 'Mmmmmmmn.'
    I felt him get harder as I continued riding his shaft. I removed my mouth and started wanking him furiously.
    Scott stopped me. 'Not yet, baby. I'll tell you when I want to come.'
    I loved being called 'baby'.
    So, I slowed down, working my mouth around the head of his cock, my right hand working the shaft up and down.
    'Cup my balls.'
    I cupped his balls.
    'Lick them.'
    I licked, as ordered.
    'Stroke me.'
    I stroked.
    'I'm going to come soon,' Scott said shortly afterwards. I felt his body begin to tremble and the pulsing of the veins that ran down the full length of his long hard cock.
    'I'm coming, baby,' he said, panting. 'Take it.'
    I felt his warm come drip down my throat. I continued sucking, but his cock was too sensitive.
    'Ah!' he almost shouted. 'No!'
    I pulled away from him. Between our attempts with the strap-on and now this post-orgasm sensitivity, it was clear I didn't know Scott's boundaries yet. But then, it's hard to know anything for certain after just one night with somebody. I took the obvious cue and left his cock alone.
    I looked at the sheets. They were a MapQuest pattern of the route we'd taken the previous evening and that morning. All the evidence from an odd night and its morning after, there in friendly earth tones.
    I still felt bad that I'd pushed too hard with the strap-on and that Scott had screamed with pain. I regretted being such a novice. Anal can be the ultimate pleasure with an experienced lover. But I was not an experienced top and Scott was