Chapter 8 - Saturday
by Emma

"Fancy a siesta?" Dave asks me.

I have a pretty good idea he doesn't mean a post lunch sleep, but something rather more active, which might well end up in him having a nap. Luckily for him I am in the mood so I get up to finish clearing the lunch things away and head to our bedroom. He follows.

In our room we stand and kiss. The kissing becomes more urgent, hands fumble at the few bits of clothing we wear. Kissing and naked we edge to the bed, I sit on the edge.

He leans down to resume kissing me, the kissing moves to my neck, he works a little lower. I let my body fall back onto the bed with my feet still dangling over the edge. He leans over the edge of the bed to kiss my breasts, flicking my nipples.

He travels down to flick his tongue in my navel. He puts himself between my legs, kissing my thigh as he passes it. His tongue explores my sex, stroking it, licking my lips, parting them, licking up and down.

It feels really good, he urges me towards climax, licking, penetrating, flicking. Licking up the length of my sex to flick my clit. Again. Again and again, taking me ever closer to orgasm. He concentrates on my clit, licking, circling, teasing, tripping me over into orgasm.

"Stand up," I tell him. He does so. I sit up, taking his erection in my mouth. The angles are wrong, but I bend my head down, sucking on his erection, my hand holding, playing with his balls.

I can't keep this up for long, it is giving me a pain in my neck, but when I sit upright he doesn't miss a beat.

"Turn over," he encourages.

I lie with my chest on the bed, my bottom on the edge, legs spread, ready and waiting. I only wait a few seconds before I can feel his erection pushing at my sex.

He pushes in. He pulls back and thrusts forward pushing me against the bed. He pistons in to me. I am being moved about on the bed causing friction to my nipples and the edge of the bed sometimes pushes against my clit.

His pace quickens, he pounds and with his erection deep inside me, groaning as he ejaculates. This final push has me on the verge but doesn't give me that second orgasm.

He slips out of me then slides himself into the bed to collapse in exhaustion. I push myself up wondering whether to leave my orgasm until later or do something about it. I sit on the bed next to Dave when I suddenly notice Jon standing in the door way with a drink.
 
 
I wonder how long he has been watching us, he's clearly enjoyed the show, his desire is standing to attention. He gestures cheers with his drink and then takes a sip. Now I have a bit of a dilemma. I could ask Jon to come and lick me until I orgasm, but I know he doesn't like licking me after Dave has ejaculated in me. He would if I really wanted him to but I know he would prefer not to and Sophie has told me not to push his limits. He could use his fingers. Trouble is what I really want is his erection and that is off limits.

"We're being watched," I say to Dave. He looks round to see Jon and they exchange glances.

"Do you need anything?" Jon asks me.

I want my orgasm but I'm leaving that until later. I might make use of his tongue, I lick my lips. Jon smiles. I lower my eyes to his desire and hold my gaze for a few moments. When I look back up his smile is even broader.

"I wouldn't say no to a coke if that's what's on offer."

"Your wish is my command princess," Jon says, well aware that I'd like more but that isn't about the happen. He disappears to the kitchen.

A  minute later he puts an open can down next to me. I take hold of his desire and mouth thank you to him.

"My pleasure princess. See you after your siesta." Jon says as his desire moves out of reach. I wonder how long it will be before his desire softens.
 
 
"I don't know how he does it," Dave says.

"What?"

"Watch us have sex and not want to get involved."

"What makes you think he doesn't want to get involved?"

"Because he doesn't. I couldn't stand there and watch and not do something."

I smile. "No you couldn't could you. At the least you would jack off."

"I'd want to find out if she was up for more having finished one guy off."

"I know, I've seen you at a couple of parties. Jon, however, has self-control."

"Stupidity more like. Not able to fuck. Not allowed to cum."

"True, but look how much of the day he is erect."

"I manage fine thank you. And I get to cum whenever. And fuck."

"You do, but Jon is different, he likes the energy to build and build. You'd stand at the door and jack off and it'd be over in a few minutes, he's been having foreplay for well over a week."

"Been frustrated for over a week more like."

"Did he look frustrated? I thought he looked content rather than frustrated."

"I guess."

"Have you noticed how much Sophie and I are able to enjoy some short moments with Jon?" I ask. "And some longer ones."

"Now you come to mention it, you two do keep playing with him far more than you do with me. Why don't you both treat me the same?"

"Because if we did we'd be fucked sore."

"Sounds like a great plan."

"To you maybe. Not to me or Sophie or pretty much any woman. If it's painful it ain't enjoyable."

"Loads of people enjoy S&M."

"They do, but most people don't. And being spanked is different to being rubbed raw." He's not happy that I've put a dampener on his fantasy.

"The thing I like about Jon is that he is a Devotional Sex knight which makes him focus way less on how or when is he going to cum. We can enjoy the moment without it having to always lead to more and his ejaculation. In fact I've never been there when he has cum."

As I say it out loud I am amazed that over the years I've known him and Sophie and all the sex we've had, never once has he ejaculated in my presence, he's had a few, but only a few, non ejaculatory orgasms.

"Isn't it something about he can only cum when Sophie allows him to?"

"Sort of. The advice is that a knight should only ever have joy, intercourse, with his princess and that he should never climax during shared activities. In other words a knight only ejaculates when he is alone with his princess."

"Poor bastard."

"Not really. Imagine the orgasm Jon is going to have when they get home. I'm sure it will be very mighty."

"I suppose that would be a benefit."

"And the constant erotic energy." I add. "It's also safer and more secure for the princess knowing that her guy won't do things she doesn't want him to do. It might make her more open to the idea of involving another person - a fantasy for loads of guys."

"Yeah, but you're up for that anyway."

"True. Perhaps I should change my mind and only allow us to have shared activities if you become my knight."

"Don't you fucking dare. You wouldn't cope."

"But maybe if you were my knight I'd have you affirmed a lot of the time and keep arousing and pleasuring you. Maybe your orgasms would be earth shattering every time."

"If you're trying to persuade me to become a knight then the answer is no. It's OK watching Jon, in a way I admire him but I don't want to be like him."

"Pity."