Half the Man Ch. 05

Dylan watched enthusiastically as his cock disappeared into her lush black triangle and he groaned with agonizing pleasure at the sound of her strong climax. He threw his head back as her orgasm squeezed and milked his shaft. His balls tightened as his euphoria increased. He grimaced and looked into her large dazed doe eyes.

Her blue eyes hooded, as she bounced on his shaft. She saw his contorted expression and egged him on, "Come on baby, fill me again, come on fuck me with that love machine. Oh yeah, that's it, that's it, come on, comme onnn, commme ONNNN!!!!!"

Harper's eyes rolled back into her head as she shook in the throes of another earth shattering orgasm. Dylan's balls pulled up and he screamed when his cock ejaculated again and coated her vaginal walls with his love juice. Harper tired, sweaty and spent slowed down and fell forward. His cock still very hard was nestled deep inside her vibrating sex. She lifted her head and kissed her man. He caressed her sleeve, and eased her up onto him. She rested on his chest and sighed with complete satisfaction. "Now that's what I call making love," she mewed. Dylan smiled and hugged his goddess.

After a few moments she lifted herself off his manhood and heard a loud pop. Curious she straddled him and watched their juices drain out of her swollen pussy, down her long thighs, and onto his hard cock. Dylan could see the large puffy red lips of her flower, wet with their cum. Her engorged clit stood proud through the trimmed black pubic hair, and her long delectable nether lips danced with each breath she took. It sent shivers down his spine.

She curled up on his side, and intertwined her long toes with his. Playfully she nibbled on his neck, and marked him as hers. He softly chuckled, and absentmindedly traced her tattoo with his finger. They were both exhausted. Dylan reached down and deflated his cock. Harper marveled at his shrinking penis then nestled into him and closed her doe eyes. Satisfied beyond belief he lazily stretched his arms around her, closed his eyes, and soon they were fast asleep.

Harper gradually awoke, and through the haze of love looked at the clock. Only three hours had passed. She felt his warmth, and drew closer. She thought back to his attempt to apologize, and scoffed. 'The male ego, when it comes to cock size, is so fragile it's ridiculous. I never cared how big or small it was. It didn't matter one bit. But this implant D has is the ne plus ultra of cocks, and as an added bonus the man could teach a course on proper pussy eating. Best I had since Cirella ate me out four months into my inking. She was a wild one, but I couldn't get into eating her. I'd much rather suck on a juicy cock than munch on a fur burger.'

She sat up and winced when she felt her tired kitty. "Oh wow he sure worked me over—and he's worried that his cock might be too small?" She shook her head, brought her fingers to her nose and enjoyed the aroma of their coupling. Harper left the bed to get cleaned up. When she returned she crawled by his cock, and played with the pump. She inflated and deflated him a few times. Suddenly it dawned on her that he could always be ready. Just like earlier when he came his cock didn't go soft. It stayed firm and hard until the deflate button was pressed.

She leaned down and kissed his softness, 'My own 'Marathon Man' she lovingly thought.

In a low whisper she mused, "Funny how fate works. It seems like yesterday I splattered him with mustard and boy did I piss him off. Then he comes by a few days later and hands me a 'cleaning bill' when in reality it was a note with the most sincere and tender apology I ever read. I knew then he was all that and more. Then our lunches together and..."

She looked over and wiped her eyes, "And here I am with the one I love."

"I love you too Lady Dove."

*****

Saturday's sun filled morning reflected brightly off the fresh snow from the storm the night before. Icicles extended downward from the window, and their prismatic rainbows filled the room with soft colors. Harper's large eyes responded and slowly blinked at the dazzling display.

She groaned, yawned and lovingly nudged the person lying next to her. "Dylan you forgot to close the curtains again."

He stole her pillow and covered his head, her outburst ignored. She folded her arms and with pursed lips blew the dark bangs out of her eyes. She reached over, tickled his abdomen and swatted his ass beneath the covers. He squirmed at her playfulness, rolled onto his belly and mumbled an apology. Harper smacked his ass once more for good measure and got up to pee and face the day. She glanced at the clock and it read 10:26A.M.

"Ahh hell, we overslept and missed the Valentine Day breakfast special at the Honey Tree. I've been sooo hungry lately and that sounded sooo good too." She sighed, and padded barefoot to the window to look at nature's glory. "Wow another three inches must've fell last night, so it's probably a good thing we did." She warmly chuckled.

"Since you're at the window, would you close the drapes please?" asked a very sleepy voice.

"Oh shut up. If you want them closed do it yourself, I'm hopping in the shower," she replied with good-natured sarcasm and despite her words closed the curtains.

"Thank you. I love you!" he impishly replied and snuggled back deep under the warm covers.

She ambled lazily into the bathroom and, almost with reverence, slipped off her night shirt. As she folded it she wondered at how quickly the time had passed. "Hard to believe we've been together for, gosh, fourteen months now." She set the precious cloth down, and reminisced back to just before they celebrated her first birthday together as a couple. It was about two weeks prior to when she met his mom and dad in person.

*****

"I sure hope your parents like me," Harper nervously said when Dylan turned onto the street he grew up on.

He reassuringly rubbed her unadorned arm, "Why are you so worried milady? You've chatted with my mom numerous times. So it's not like you're strangers. In fact if you remember, I met your parents the first time without ever talking to them before, and I did fine."

She nodded and touched her colorful sleeve, "I don't know why I'm so anxious, I just am. It's a lot different meeting in person than it is to speak with them on the phone or chat on the internet."

He patted her leg, "I understand your apprehension, but I guarantee this will be okay. Have faith. Besides, you said the very same thing when Peter came to town last month to finalize the API800 deal with Greg."

Then he chuckled, "Lady Dove, do you remember the look on Peter's face when you walked into the restaurant? It was like that commercial—priceless. I was worried his new pacemaker would short circuit," he laughed, "but it all went well, and I'm sure today will be just as good, if not better."

She ignored his humor and was still unconvinced, "I know it went well, and Peter's a wonderful man, but these are your parents D and..."

"Lady Dove, Peter was and still is like a father to me. If it weren't for him—well I don't know where I, or for that matter we would be. He and Ruth—are family," he said as he pulled in front of his childhood home. She nodded once more and looked up to see his mom and dad come out of the house. She took a big breath, stepped out of the car and was met enthusiastically by them. They each gave her a big hug and pulled her head down to kiss her cheek. Harper's fears faded and she smiled at her man.

"Told you," he snickered.

"Told you what?" asked his mother as she wrapped an arm around Harper.

"Would you believe this tall beautiful woman was..."

He was brusquely interrupted, "Hush D, I can speak for myself."

Dylan put his hands up and laughed. He nodded to his dad, and together they walked towards the house to get a beer before the baseball game came on.

Harper took his mother's arm, "I was nervous Marla, about meeting you and Larry in person. I should have known better." She laughed.

Marla looked up and smiled, "After all the time we spend on the phone and Facebook? Yes you should have." She patted Harper's arm, "Come on inside, and I'll give you a quick tour. Then we'll go out onto the deck and yak while the boys watch the game."

After the tour, Marla asked Harper to wait for her at the patio table. A few minutes passed when she came back out and handed her son's girlfriend a cold bottle of beer.

Surprised by the brand Harper took the brown bottle and asked, "Full-Circle? This is my favorite micro-brew how did you know?" She had asked the question rhetorically, but was stunned by the reply.

"Penny told me."

"What? My mom told you? How, when?"

"Facebook of course silly—when you and I became friends, I peeked at your buddy list, or whatever they call it. I saw Penelope and Parker Smythe. I sent out an invite to Penny, and we've been chatting ever since. She's a sweet lady, so much nicer than...than..." Marla eyes watered and she turned her head.

"Marla?" A worried Harper asked, and got up to comfort her, "Marla what's wrong? My mom's nicer than who?"

Marla looked back at Harper, wiped her eyes, and angrily answered, "His ex-wife's mother, that's who. That no good bitch almost destroyed my son. She lied to me and worst of all lied to him. She deliberately interfered, and single-handedly ruined his marriage." She took a breath, "I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't have said anything, but every time I think about that woman I want to..." Marla broke down and started to cry.

Harper consoled his mom and wondered what happened. Dylan told her about Mariette's mom, 'the bitch' and how she constantly meddled in their lives. But what Marla said was news to her.

"Marla, talk to me. Dylan's told me pretty much everything; how everyone was against their marriage, to the umm—estrangement, and what her mother did—especially when he got the divorce papers. But what did she do to you? I don't understand," Harper gently probed.

His mom wiped her eyes and explained, "Dylan flew in for a visit and surprised us first with Mariette; then before we could sit down, he said they were getting married. Larry and I were stunned, but we sat and listened. It didn't take long to know he was making a mistake. We tried to tell him they were too young that they didn't know each other well enough, and we advised them to wait—that's all just—wait. And during the entire time that we argued with Dylan, Mariette was constantly texting on her phone almost oblivious to what was happening around her. Oh sure she would pop up and say something once in a while, then she'd go right back to her phone.

"Sadly, when it was over there were bad feelings. He married her and we didn't hear from him again until after the divorce. It was his boss Peter who helped us reconcile. What a truly remarkable man," she said with admiration.

"I know, Dylan loves Peter almost like a father and after meeting him I understand why. He is a very caring person."

Marla nodded and continued, "After Larry and I cooled off, we tried to contact him to apologize, but he wouldn't take our calls and since he lived in another state we couldn't easily pick up and go to see him in person. Then I made a very bad mistake—I asked Sylvia to keep me updated on my son. Knowing what I know now, I would have flown down there in a heartbeat, but I trusted her." Her eyes moistened, "I trusted that woman to let me know how things were going and she played me for the fool. I had no clue he was in an accident and badly injured. I had asked Sylvia for his phone number to try and reconnect with him. She kept reassuring me that she almost had him ready and it wouldn't be long before he would call me. She got my hopes up, and I stupidly went along with it.

"That...that bitch withheld information so she could manipulate her daughter into a divorce and in the process she almost completely demolished Dylan. In fact, he was virtually all alone except for one very special man. Thank God for—Peter." Marla sighed, and continued, "It should have been his father and I with him when he was going through that hell. But I trusted that bitch; I assumed she had her daughter's and my son's best interest at heart and as we all know now she most certainly did not. Hell, even after Mari moved out, that conniving bitch still played her game. Fortunately like I said, Peter saved the day and our family.

"So believe me when I first met your mom online, I was apprehensive and skeptical. Happily, as I read your walls and through our many conversations, I overcame my fears. I know the feelings and love you both have for my son are true."

Marla hugged Harper; the two women tapped their bottles together, and drank to friendship and family.

*****

Harper grabbed the new bottle of shampoo and walked into the hot shower. She stood quietly under the water and let the memories wash over her. She thought about another bottle, a yellow bottle, and a birthday confession.

Dylan was at her apartment after their wonderful birthday celebration dinner and night out on the town. He had just presented her with a gorgeous necklace, but that wasn't the gift she cherished most. That gift was folded neatly on the bathroom chair. It was the piece of cloth that changed their lives forever.

*****

Harper held her hair up as Dylan clasped the beautiful piece of jewelry around her neck. She couldn't wait to see how it looked and went to the mirror. The gemstone was nestled perfectly just above her breasts, and sparkled brightly. She lifted the delicate 18-karat white-gold chain and cradled the gorgeous 'Asscher Cut' yellow sapphire. She admired her birthday present from the man of her dreams.

"Thank you D, this is so beautiful and elegant. Where did you find a yellow sapph..."

She became quiet as Dylan held another box, a brightly wrapped yellow box in his hands. "I don't know what you will think of this, but every-time I see it, I always think of you," he said with a twinkle in his eye that belied his serious manner.

Her face was a look of puzzlement when he handed her the box with the yellow bow. Carefully she took the bright paper off and slowly lifted the lid. Harper gasped at what was nestled underneath the pale yellow tissue paper. She put her hand to her mouth and cried.

Surprised by her emotional reaction, he rubbed her shoulders and explained, "When I got home that day, I tossed it by the trash can with every intention to throw it out later. When later came—I couldn't do it. I washed it and kept it in a drawer as a reminder to think before I speak.

"I purchased your necklace, and as I wrapped it, I knew this would be the perfect gag gift. So I bought yellow wrapping paper, yellow tissue paper, and a yellow bow. I...I...thought it would be funny but obviously I was wrong."

Harper lifted the yellow-stained shirt out, and held it up. She wiped her eyes, "Oh D, this is more precious to me than the necklace. It is the most perfect gift you could have gotten me, for it will always remind me of the day we met." She got up and hugged him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you my sweet D."

She set the shirt down and took his hand. "This has been the most wonderful birthday I've had in a long time." They kissed for several minutes, before Harper broke it.

"I have a confession to make. On the day we met I, umm, deliberately splattered you with mustard to have an excuse to talk to you. I had been watching you in the park for a month and I really wanted to meet you. I didn't want to squirt mustard on you to get your attention, but I couldn't get the courage up to approach you out of the blue and just say 'hi.' So instead I grabbed the bottle and squeezed." She took a breath, "And the rest, as they say, is history. Please don't hate me now that I've let you in on my little secret."

She looked up nervously and cringed at his stern face. Suddenly he laughed, "I have a confession too. Emilio told me the next day that he was certain you squirted me deliberately. He watched you pick up and set down the bottle several times. He was going to ask you, "What you up to?" when you finally splattered me." Dylan grinned, "Emilio said he never laughed so hard in his life, and wished he recorded the entire thing — from the determined look on your face as you armed yourself with the bottle of mustard, to the completely gob smacked look on my face when I looked down and saw my shirt decorated with ugly yellow blotches!"

Harper's eyes widened at his story. She tried to look offended, but he just wagged his finger and laughed. She set the shirt down got up, and sauntered over to him. She looked down at her man, and with an evil looking grin dropped to her knees. She roughly undid his belt buckle and brusquely pulled his pants and underwear down to expose his tiny dick. Deftly she reached between his legs, fondled his ball sack and squeezed five times. With each squeeze she licked her lips in anticipation of what was coming next. She gazed up into his golden colored eyes, but he remained silent as his mast rose to attention. Then she saw his lip curl imperceptibly up as she grabbed the hard firm shaft.

Harper stood back up and with a firm grip carefully marched him into the bedroom for a three-hour sex marathon. After they were exhausted, Harper lovingly put her new precious night shirt on. The sleeves were too short for her arms, and it barely covered her ass, but that night and almost every night thereafter she wore it to bed.

A sudden inflow of cool air woke her from her memories as she rinsed her hair. The shower door had opened and her man joined her under the warm water. Harper moaned when Dylan wrapped his arms around her and pulled on her puffies. He knew exactly what to do to arouse her. He grasped the shower head and rinsed the soap out of her hair. Then for fun, he turned on the massager and pointed it between her legs. Harper squealed, grabbed the head and set it back up.

She felt something poke her ass. She turned around looked down and glared. "What's this?" She asked crossly and grabbed his hard cock. "I thought I made it perfectly clear that you cannot play with my toy."

Dylan tried to step back but her grip was too firm and in a sheepish voice, "I didn't think you would mind, I wanted to surpr...uhhh" He moaned with pleasure.

She squeezed his hard shaft, and shook her head, "No, no, no. This is my toy, it is not yours to play with—it is all mine. I decide when to inflate it, and I decide when, or IF, to deflate it." To prove her point, she reached between his legs, and his cock went limp.

Dylan put his head down, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again mistress." The sudden thought that he would play 'the submissive' for her had turned her on more than she could imagine.

She stroked his hair, "I certainly hope so; I mean you better not." She teased him with a stern voice, "For your punishment, get on your knees right now!"

"Please Lady Dove, not that!" he mischievously cried as he carefully got down on the floor. The hot water pelted his back, and as he stared up at his stunning mistress, he begged, "anything but that!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears and slowly she bent over exposing her womanhood. She rubbed each cheek with her hands, and spread her butt wide. In a throatily demanding voice she ordered him, "Lick me right now."

Dylan immediately probed her luscious flesh with his tongue. He teased her slit, circled her clit, and chewed on the supple long lips. He sucked on each fold, and ravished them with his mouth. Harper writhed with pleasure. He lapped at her honey pot, and without warning kissed her forbidden flower. She moaned lustily as his tongue circled the dusky opening and gently teased her rosebud. He ravished her perineum, the short pathway between heaven and paradise, and felt her climax build. He was about to sink his tongue deep inside—when she ordered him up.