Jeremy Sterling - Compromised

Eventually the leaves were gone. Eric removed the choke with a spoon, exposing the heart. It had the soft pliable texture of lips or labia. She leaned across the table to feed most of the heart to Eric, before finishing off the last bite herself.

Eric said not a word, just looking at her in the dim candlelight. Megan respected the silence, and found herself getting aroused as they finished their appetizer. She wanted him now, and was certain this wasn't the work of Esmer's hypnotic conditioning.

Eric rose to get the entree out of the oven, and finally spoke. “You have been in an interesting romantic mood for the last week.”

“ Is that what you call it? Interesting?”

“ Most of it has been very nice. You have surprised me a couple times, which is something you haven't done much in the last year.”

Megan said nothing.

“ You aren't giving up. I like that about you. You never give up.” He set the serving dish in front of her.

It looked like tiny chunks of meat wrapped in leaves, skewered by a toothpick. “Marinated kebobs broiled in a basil leaf.”

She tasted one. It was heaven. “What's the marinade?”

“ Olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, garlic, thyme.”

“ I am having a food orgasm.”

“ The first of many tonight, we hope.” He paused. “You have been trying to be nice to me all week, and I wanted to return the favor. I hope you are enjoying it.”

“ The whole meal is wonderful. You need to cook more.”

Eric smiled at her.

“ What did you have in mind after dinner?” She reached across the table to hold his hand.

“ I thought we would remove to the bedroom.”

She drew circles in his palm with her finger. “Take me there.”

“ You head up. I want to clean up these dishes first.” He looked slightly disappointed.

Had he figured out the relationship between her sexuality this week and his housecleaning? She wasn't sure, and this was the first time all week she felt like having sex with him without any help from Esmer' conditioning. She wanted to see if she could keep it that way. “No, let it wait until after. I want you now.”

Eric's lip twitched, and he held out his hand. She took it and rose. He blew out the candles, and she followed him into the bedroom. She noticed with pleasure that it was clean. He had straightened up sometime earlier.

Megan melted into his arms, appreciating the way his body contrasted with hers. He was much taller than she was and weighed almost twice as much. His curves were hard while hers were soft. But as she reached down to his groin to grasp his cock, she recognized that contrasts could fit together, like interlocking puzzle pieces, or his cock in her increasingly wet pussy.

“ Everything in its proper place,” she said, using his cock to pull him closer. “The proper place for this is inside me.”

“ My proper place is married to you. Yours is with me.”

“ Yes,” she said, and meant it. Megan pushed him back onto the bed. “I want to warm you up first.” She pulled his pants down, and gave a hungry kiss before kneeling on the floor and taking his cock in her mouth.

She didn't feel the compulsion she had felt when he had vacuumed, but she enjoyed it just as much. She could tell by his response that he loved it. The physical sensations of a cock in her mouth still did little for her, but the knowledge of his pleasure was enough.

She licked the lubricant off of the tip and swallowed it down. Her lips moved from the glans to the base, with her tongue retracing the path back up.

An idea struck her. She understood the mechanics of the gag reflex, and she decided to make an attempt to deep throat him. She took him into her mouth and positioned her neck at what she hoped was a good angle. When she felt the gag reflex start, she held his cock there, until the urge to gag subsided. She then withdrew him, and took his cock in her mouth again, just a little farther each time. After doing this enough times, she noticed that her lips had reached the base of his shaft.

“ Oh my God, Megan, are you deep-throating me?”

He ought to be able to take my inability to answer as a yes. She swallowed, and heard him groan in response.

That's it, baby. That's how I can make you feel from my own choices.

“ Megan, as incredible as this is. I don't want to come in your mouth today. You have been so sexy all week, but I haven't been able to actually make love to you. Please, let me love you.”

She swallowed one more time, as he seemed to really like it, and withdrew his cock from her mouth. “Cool, I wasn't sure I would be able to do that.”

“ Come here.” He pulled her close, and she spread her legs in order to straddle him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

For once, this week, she was pleased by her choice of clothes, and she hoped Eric would be as well.

She felt powerful hands move up along her legs, caressing the nylon of her stockings. Eric's hands slid under the hem of her skirt, and pushed it up, giving him full access. Megan pressed her groin against his in anticipation, rubbing his hardness against her wetness.

“ Megan, what is this underwear you are barely wearing?” He pushed her back slightly in order to inspect. She had put on a red satin g-string this morning, just in case. The fabric had been uncomfortable, and gave her the urge to pull it out of her ass crack all morning, before she finally got used to it.

Eric's fingers played with her pussy through the soft fabric. She mewled in response.

This was what she wanted. She realized why she had been so nervous when she had come home. She did still love him, but was afraid that the response to Esmer's conditioning would be a fraud. This was Valentine's Day, a day for real romance, not lust manufactured due to Pavlovian conditioning. It might help delay their breakup for a short time, but it wouldn't be real.

But this — this was real. This was romance. This was love.

Megan reached down between her legs, and unsnapped the clasp holding the “g” to the string. Her panties parted, and she felt the slick steel of Eric's penis in direct contact with her labia majora. Stop thinking like a doctor. His cock is rubbing against my pussy, and I love it!

One quick circuitous thrust of her hips, and he was inside her. Yes!

Eric was unbuttoning his shirt, and she took the cue to lift her own top over her head. She immediately felt strong hands around her back, undoing her bra. She shrugged it aside, and Eric's hands were on her breasts.

Pinch my nipples. I want to feel the strength in those fingers.

He kissed her neck, nuzzling her collarbone.

“ Eric, I want you to pinch my tits. Tweak my nipples for me.”

She moved her hips in an up-and-down circle, using her knees for leverage. The friction of Eric's cock parted her pussy walls, filling her up until she felt whole. The sensation of Eric pinching her nipples sent her close to the edge. He knew just how hard to squeeze where he didn't cause her pain. Yes!

“ Make love to me. I love you. I have missed having you inside me. I love you, Eric. Sometimes I think you are the only person who can put up with me.”

“ On my more arrogant days, I know I am the only man good enough for you.”

“ How about on your less arrogant days?”

“ Then I just suspect I am the only man good enough.”

Megan's mouth opened in a smile. His lips were quickly on it. Her mouth was as hungry as his, and she flicked her tongue against his in a sensual dance that they hadn't performed in over a year.

She felt Eric's hips thrust up into her. He was getting close.

Megan was already there. She panted her orgasm into Eric's mouth as she pressed her hips firmly against his, maximizing the depth of his penetration. She shifted her hips slightly so that her clit pressed against his pelvic bone, and her orgasm multiplied and extended.