Never a Wrong Bed - pt 2

Barney reacts by pulling me forward by my hips, grinding the overly heated and hard parts of our bodies together.  I gasp and involuntarily fall forward, pushing my hips closer to his own.  This seems to have been his goal all along as he takes both of us in his massive hand, stroking slowly while locking his eyes with mine. 

"I want to see your face the moment I make you come apart by my hands."  Barney says, the expression on his face staying the same while I’m sure mine begins falter as I feel my end coming quickly after his statement.  I try to keep some composure as I prepare a witty retort but my mouth, probably being run by the little brain underneath the water's surface, speaks out just the opposite.

"Keep talking like that, and you will get your wish."  I my mind, my eyes widen in shock and I slap my hands over my mouth.  In reality, my words spur Barney on as he speaks low and lovingly about all of the things he wants to do to my body, how he wants to wreck my night and make me scream his name.  He wants to see my cry out in extasy while tears of pure pleasure fall down my cheeks.

I feel my face go slack, my hooded eyes flutter shut, my head falls back and I’m pretty sure I'm drooling by this point.  He has the hands of a master craftsmen, working both of us together but somehow, he makes sure I'm getting most of the pleasure out of it all.  All at once, I feel myself completely melt as I fall forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder.  At the same time, I feel something soft and warm pushing against my backside.

Now, I'm not saying that I have never enjoyed the feeling of being manipulated from behind.  We all get curious and experiment, but I have never found anyone that is able to touch me in a way that doesn't freak me out and make me literally clench and lock it all down.  No one, until now, until Barney.  

He continues to coo and speak words of encouragement quietly in my ear as his one hand keeps rhythm with our hip movements and his other hand gently kneads my ass cheeks while a finger massages my entrance.  Every time I begin to concentrate on that one curious finger, his other hand changes up and takes my attention away bringing me to the edge when, once again, that finger grabs my attention away.

This has been going on for a good while when I realize just where we are and how this is going to end.  My sense of decorum rudely intrudes and causes my mouth to utter some very unsexy words. "Barneeeeey." Damn, that came out a little more breathy than I had wanted.  "We, ah-ha, yeah, oh gods, w-wait.  Barney.  We can't um… f-finish.. .oh holy…" by now, Barney is gently chuckling as he picks up on my determination to speak in full sentences.

He slows his ministrations just enough for me to gather a half coherent thought. "As much as I don't want to stop, we can't finish in the bath.  It wouldn't be right, as guests, I mean." There, I got it out.  I sigh as I mentally start to bring myself down from the clouds Barney has been flying us through. 

Barney nods and begins moving his hands once again.  I'm instantly back to the brink of collapse in a few easy strokes.  "Then either we don't finish here or we move and finish somewhere more, uh, appropriate."  I can only nod in agreement and stammer out. "Yes.  Finish.  Elsewhere.  Please!" I'm past being embarrassed by my lack of composure and complete submission to this god of a man, both in body and execution.

With only a slight tightening of his grip on my ass, we are both suddenly on the edge of the bath, my legs straddling his thighs, his hand still keeping a steady rhythm even though my hip movements have become a bit erratic as his finger has come close to breaching my most private area more than once.  It's not that I'm trying to avoid it, I think I’m actually encouraging it.

Barney's eyes have glazed over a bit and his breathing has taken on a slight pause and hitch from time to time.  I grin internally, thinking that I'm going to see him undone before he sees me but that couldn't be further from the truth.  That glazed look is just the precursor to his concentration and preparation for his final assault.

He lays back in the soft grass that surrounds the bath, causing me lean down and forward with my hips to keep the contact with his body and his hand.  This also causes my ass to rise and my cheeks to spread slightly.  Barney calls to me with a deep breathy voice. "Hey, look at me, Sobata.  I want to see your face when you come completely undone." 

I gasp, barely keeping pace with all of the sensations he is putting my body through.  It all happens at once, I raise my head, our eyes lock, he runs his thumb over my pre-cum soaked head while he presses his one finger into my entrance.  I'm undone, all at once, in a split second of intense sensations and pleasure. 

Barney's finger works in and out of my hole, gently but pushing further in each time.  He continues to speak to me sweetly, encouraging me to chase down that feeling pooling in my lower regions. A few "Yes" and  "That's it, relax, let it take you over."  and "I'm almost there, can you wait for me."  and I'm nodding like a drooling idiot, pushing back against his one measly finger until he utters one little phrase while hitting that magic target inside me.

"There it is, you can let go now."  And I did.  Mind blowing, stars before my eyes, holding my breath until I actually scream some unintelligible dribble, coating his 3-D topography-for-abs with everything that had been building up within me for days.

And I wasn't alone in this release of stress and bodily fluid.  Barney must have been saving up for a rainy day or sperm donation paid by the liter because it was literally dripping down his sides to the grass underneath him.  In two big puddles of white gooey stuff that I couldn't help but stare at in awe. That was until the adrenalin started to subside and my jetlagged, stressed out, half drunk, food deprived body gives out.

I give a weak, "Oh Shit." before I pass out. No warning, no stars. Just instant blackout and just before that part of my brain that over thinks things could shut down, my last thought was where I was going to land and what was smeared all over the body I was going to land on. I grimace and utter a weak whispered, "Well fuck."