Into the Ether - Complete

Autumn, Reaping What We've Sown: Part 3

"Morning!" I chirped happily, as Celeste and Art let themselves into the cottage via one of the French doors that opened from the back deck into the living room. "Sleep ok?"

"Slept wonderfully, thanks," Art said looking a little awkward.

"Good! I was worried it might have been too cold. Don't be shy to say so if it was – I can move you into Guardian quarters if you're not comfy there."

"Everything's perfect, thanks, Rose," Celeste quickly added.

"Good! Well, you're just in time for breakfast – Dimitri's cooking aren't you Comrade? Art maybe you could give him a hand? I'll just get the little man for his morning feed. Celeste – can you pour me a coffee? We can sit out on the porch swing while I feed and catch up."

I bundled Ivan in his blankets and grabbed a couple of quilts for Celeste and I. The porch was the perfect space to talk, and we wouldn't be overheard. Also, I found that Ivan squirmed a lot if I fed inside with other people around, but if it was chilly, he was happy to cuddle against me and enjoy a nice long feed.

Celeste appeared with our coffees, and I tossed her one of the quilts to wrap around herself.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what?" she countered, blushing a very pretty pink.

"Well, Dimitri was going to drop off a breakfast tray this morning, but when he heard you calling out about how good Art made you feel, he decided you might prefer to come across here instead."

Celeste swore loudly.

"You don't think he'll say something to Art, do you?" she moaned.

"Celeste? I think he'd rather walk over hot coals than think about it or mention it again," I giggled, and after a moment she joined me. "So...?"

"Oh. My. God, Rose! I can't even tell you how fantastic a lover he is!"

"So how did it all happen?" I asked, wanting to hear all the thrilling details.

"Well, we had a glass of wine each, and then I said I'd go freshen up. We sussed out the rooms, and he insisted I take the big one. I said he'd be cold so he said he'd take the couch. I then suggested we could share the bed and that we could keep each other warm."

"Celeste!" I hissed. "You naughty girl!"

"I had to kind of spell it out. I think the poor guy is a little out of practice with reading the signs for that sort of thing," she explained.

"As long as he's not out of practice with something else?!" I quipped.

"No. No complaints in that department! Rose he was a-maaaaaaaa-zing! He was so in control. He'd move me where he wanted me, and we went for over an hour! Every time I'd cum, he'd change us into a different position and start all over again."

"How many times did he make you cum?" I asked giving her a raised eyebrow look.

"Five times," she smiled blissfully. "It's like the man just lives to pleasure a woman."

"And this was all this morning?" I gasped.

"No. That was yesterday afternoon. Then we slept for hours, and then we did it again this morning."

I giggled. Celeste looked like a woman who'd been inundated with orgasms. She was relaxed, happy and glowing.

"So did you have a chance to talk between all this sexing? Is it just sex or does he want something more?"