Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 6| DEEP

“Are you sure? You’re ready tonight?” He asked in between kisses, his tongue probing deeper than usual into Romy’s hot mouth. Maybe he was testing her? He was always so careful with her, which only made her more excited each time they connected. He cared and he knew exactly what he was doing with all of that generosity, all of that forethought, all of that consideration. He was making her as comfortable as possible all the time. He was making her as wet as possible. She inhaled a deep breath, fighting the overwhelm.

“Yes.” she said confidently, opening her eyes. His expression was relaxed, but controlled. He scanned her face to be sure.

“You’re ready.” he playfully smacked her ass and gestured to the hallway. “Go grab a bowl, a towel, and sit down in front of the couch.”

***

Romy flattened a medium sized white body towel on the floor, the tiny individual loops of cotton tickling her fingertips. She had a pink gel manicure that seemed extra delicate when contrasted against the fibers of the terry cloth.

Under Rex’s direction, she set the bowl to the side and sat back on her heels. Rex unceremoniously removed his clothing, dropping his worn-in white t-shirt onto the pile of his jeans. The belt buckle made a lovely sound against the hardwood floor. His cock throbbed, hard and proud. Romy enjoyed eyeballing the curve of his shaft as he gripped it with his left fist.

“What are you smiling at, string bean?” He grinned, stepping closer so that his toes touched the edge of the towel. Romy’s shyness settled over her and she smiled sheepishly.

“Take off your clothes, baby.” The order came gently; he continued to slowly stroke, watching Romy’s nipples harden.

He groaned, taking in the sight of Romy slowly peeling off her pink dress. He enjoyed the way the knit fabric resisted at being pulled off her body, it clinged to her for every millisecond of the removal. Her soft small breasts jiggled slightly as they settled, the shimmering gold necklace he gave her framed perfectly on her collarbones.

She rooted her barefeet in the towel to stand, pulling at the orange strap of her g-string when Rex put a hand up.

“Leave that on, please.”

***

“If at any time, you become uncomfortable, want to stop, or want to take less of me in, just raise your right hand and make a fist, ok?” Rex assured, reaching down to caress Romy’s cheek.

“Mmhmm.” she nodded.

“I need you to say ‘yes,’ baby, not ‘Mmmhmm.’ In order for this to work right, and keep you and me safe, we need a verbal confirmation from you.”

“Yes, I understand.” Romy nodded again, her face flashing serious for a moment. “And thank you.” she smiled.

“Of course.” he sighed happily. The smile returned to his face. “You ready?”

“Yes.” Romy took another slow, deep breath.

“That’s good baby, keep breathing like that. We’re going to go slow for right now. You can use your hands on my thighs, but try to just hold me in with your mouth.”

Romy nodded, then remembered verbal communication.

“Ok.” she said, slowing her breathing down.

As she parted her lips she noted how specific this type of nervousness was. It wasn’t like the moment before giving a speech, or the moment before Bettie would remove the first hard wax strip. It was more like the fusion of fear and excitement before hitting a rollercoaster, or telling someone special that you love them. She felt herself becoming drenched, her nipples instinctively hardening. The towel wasn’t only for the spit, but also to soak up her, lest she coat the floor with her own polish.

Once inside, he glided into the familiar territory of her mouth, her tongue a familiar road. He paced himself pressing in and pulling out at the rhythm of their regular oral play, enjoying the slide while priming her with the movement. Their moans were present, staggered with his leading and triggering her reactions. She felt a wet spot forming underneath her, juices dropping to the towel between her legs. He paused for a moment, to reach down and twist her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Romy released a moan, muffled with the weight of him in her mouth. Rex released his pinching and cursed under his breath. He paused in the middle of her tongue, allowing her to slow her breathing before pushing in a little further.

“I’m going to go in a little bit deeper, baby.” He said softly, concentrating. Another muffled sound, Romy vocalizing an “Okay” with her lips sealed tightly around him. He felt her soft fingers, cool on his hips as he gradually inched deeper into her mouth. The sound that came from him felt completely automatic, it vibrated over Romy’s head as she felt new territory being breached.

Inside, the texture of him felt the same, but the depth was completely new . He had crossed a known threshold and held himself in place, allowing her a moment to adjust. She squinted her eyes shut at the effort, but calmed when she felt his hand gently caressing her cheek. When she opened her eyes, she saw his face completely lucid, yet relaxed and smiling as he visually confirmed her comfort.

He did little pumps with his hips. Micro-movements, while small, had a large impact for both of them. Her heart raced as she took him in in this new fashion. It was an elegant rush. Rex’s moans were long uninterrupted songs. Though the pace was growing, she was able to match her breathing with his timing. At the base of her throat, she felt the slightest sensitivity give way and exerted a gentle mmf after which, Rex paused and slowly pulled out.

Gasping, Romy wobbled slightly as she rested back on her heels. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. Rex held himself, stroking her jaw.

“You okay, babe?” Rex asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Romy took long slow delicious breaths, letting her eyes open slowly. Before she could part her lips to answer, she spotted Rex’s dilated pupils, eyeing her now soaked orange panties. Their eyes met and she smiled wide .

“Yes.” she giggled.