Tyler was upset, and Nichy was uncertain how to soothe him. When they were in the car going back to his apartment, she could tell something was wrong. She placed her hand on his thigh in the least sexual way she could imagine, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He usually was so forthcoming with his emotions, she wanted to know what was wrong but she wanted to give him space as well.
When they got to his apartment, he pulled her close to him.
“Babe,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to his chest as he held her.
He squeezed her even more, and she pressed into him even more.
Days later, post Paris, they went to a costume party. Tyler dressed as a vampire—a particularly dapper one. Nichy could barely suppress the urge to touch him, but she didn’t because he was still in a mood. Even as he applied fake blood to her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck and it made her shiver. Tyler had cautioned her to stay still, as he put fake blood in to a fake wound that she had applied herself.
The blood was a bit too thick, so he walked away from her and when he came back he had a tube of K-Y jelly. Nichy had wondered if he was as aroused as she was from the application so far. He opened the tube of lube, and applied it to her neck. Nichy exhaled a rush of breath—she had not even realized that she was not breathing until that moment.
Walking into the party with him later, everyone admired the wound on her neck. She was otherwise dressed in a corset and full skirts, and the blood had trickled to the top of her breast. Tyler held the small of her back, and steered her around the room. Nichy was inspired that he was able to be so attentive and affectionate with her, even though it was clear that something had bothered him since they had returned from Paris.
He ushered her into a dark corner, and pushed her to the wall. The din of the party was far away, as if they had entered a hidden alcove. Nichy pressed her hands against the wall, and saw a very dim reflection of herself there in a mirror, and the glistening of the blood because of the added K-Y jelly. Briefly, she saw Tyler before she closed her eyes as he sucked on her neck and grabbed her breasts roughly. She wondered if there would be bruises on her breasts, and smiled because people might just think it was a detail of her costume they did not see earlier.
She pounded on the mirror indelicately, as Tyler pulled up the back of her skirts.
“I have the K-Y jelly with me, I saw how you were looking at me when I was putting the blood on you. Do you want me to…”
Nichy did not hear the rest of his question, she nodded violently as her thighs quivered. She knew where he was going to put that jelly, and she was ready for it. Under her skirts were bare, because she had not worn any underwear. She had thought he would find that out later…He caressed the curves of her backside, and teased at the split with his fingers.
The sounds of their encounter were what stayed with her after. Tyler unbuckling his pants, squeezing lube out of the tube and the sound of him putting on a condom. The squelching of lube as he entered her hole. The different sounds that they made from when he entered her from the front, from the back was an entirely new experience and she cried deep in her throat with pleasure. She had always liked his fingers there when they made love, so it felt like a double penetration.
The sound of him slipping out of her, and everything he had undone being done again. Nichy pressed the mirror to brace herself, and saw their orgasm faces post-orgasm.
Tyler ushered her back into the light, where they put on masks of civility, and their baser instincts were doused…
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