[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 28 John

I watched Holmes's long, narrow shoulders in the hot mist, his flawless back like a Greek statue, and I played with his hair in the foam, changing his hairstyle into all kinds of interesting shapes, while Sherlock I slapped my hand away impatiently several times, but I persevered to conquer him again, and finally Sherlock gave up his stubbornness. He is a person who doesn't like trouble and repetition, and soon obediently in the hot water Leave it to me to fiddle with.

Oh man, I never in my life thought that one day I would be able to bathe with Holmes and toss his unruly hair like this.

Thinking back to the first time I met him, it was a very cold winter, although it was not half of Serbia, but it was enough to freeze people to death. I sat on the bench in Hyde Park pitifully, imagining that I was about to The horrors of homelessness.

I have no friends, no savings, no house, no support, and at the sad moment when I have nothing, I meet a bright light, and that light is Sherlock Holmes.

That year, I was 29 years old, and he was only 27 years old. It was the best time in his youth, and he continuously showed his budding light to the whole world. It was at that time that I got to know him. The sublime side of admiration, and the side he hates meanness.

He has a grumpy temper, but he is very generous. He is lonely, but he loves art, music and dance. When he is sad, he will blend with the wall, and when he is happy, he can move the whole world. He looks self-centered, but he is very kind in his bones. He doesn't care much about interpersonal relationships, but once he establishes a bond of friendship with him, he will firmly and loyally maintain it to the end, and he will give everything he cares about. This is his strength and his fatal flaw.

I often feel that he is a gift from God to me, Sherlock Holmes, a creation made in heaven, unique and unrepeatable, and it happened that I, an ordinary person, met him.

"Sherlock…" I whisper in his ear.

Sherlock turned his head in the hazy mist, his profile was so beautiful that it took my breath away, his lips curled into a smile: "What's the matter, my John?"

"..." I hesitated for a long time, but still foolishly confessed what was in my heart, "Bastard, do I have to change my surname after marriage?"

"Haha," Sherlock smiled mischievously, "You've been worrying about this? If you mind, I don't have anything to do with your last name."

I froze for a few seconds, then said, "I don't know, Sherlock, I haven't made up my mind about that yet..."

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock leaned back on me, lazily raised a white hand, and put it on my bare knee, his slender and attractive fingertips revolved around my kneecap, I was often touched by him The exquisite fingers attract all my attention, his skin and mine are intimately attached together, his weight is beyond what I can bear, he sticks to me tightly in the hot water, depends on me, Sherlock said calmly: "It doesn't matter, John, your and my names are very common things, if these two names can't overlap, then their existence is meaningless, no matter if my surname is Holmes , Watson, no matter which one is good."

I smiled, "I'll get used to it." I stroked the contours of his cheeks, "I'll get used to being part of the Holmes family of weirdos."

Sherlock raised his left eyebrow. "John, let's do something different tonight."

"What's different?" I asked him confused, Sherlock likes to play charades, that's what bothers me the most.

Sherlock showed an inscrutable smile, and he stood up from the bathtub, water droplets rolled down his graceful body lines, forming sexy rivers on his muscle contours, he was naked, walked In the shower room, I rinsed my hair with hot water, and then he walked out of the bathroom before me. I was abandoned by him in the bathtub alone, looking at the foggy mirror with a puzzled expression.

Ten minutes later, I put on my bathrobe and went out. Sherlock was sitting at the end of the bed mysteriously wrapped in a sheet, staring at me like a hungry wolf, faintly jumping in strange flashes, full of longing.

I was wiping the drops of water from my hair with a towel, walked across to him, pried off the bottle cap of whiskey, poured half a glass into a small round belly glass to quench my thirst, after I finished drinking, Looking back, I found that Sherlock was still occupying me with that extremely aggressive gaze, and I felt uneasy.

"Damn it, what the hell are you thinking of?"

Sherlock inadvertently cocked the corners of his mouth, but the smile was fleeting, "John, I want to see what it's like to get stuck in something else."

My whole body seemed to be hit by a train, and I froze. I thought there was something wrong with my ears. Did I just hallucinate, "What the hell did you say?"

"I want to see you, being inserted by something other than me..."

I immediately interrupted his lewd conversation, "Enough, you're crazy."

Sherlock lifted the sheet next to him, revealing the props on the mattress. I held my forehead at this moment, and almost fainted. There were two sex dildos on it that I couldn't look directly at. They were both flesh-colored, and the cylinder was very realistic. , I swear I will jump off the building if I look at it one more time.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake my head off my neck, so that I could escape, "No, I won't do it, why are there two, and we don't need the assistance of this thing at all "In my conservative view, sex toys are things that people who encounter crises and obstacles in their sex life will use.

I still think that I am very conservative, I am very proactive...but I am very conservative, Sherlock always leads me to the point of no return with crooked ways, he thinks that I have great potential in every bed thing, he tries every means to let me Showing a side of me that I would never show on a normal day.

Like his blowjobs on me, he does his best to lick the part of me that has never been violated by anyone to get my intense reaction, he knows my G-spot inside and out, he enjoys me cramping and hugging him Calling his name, he also figured out how to make me incontinent when he fucked me in the erect state, he would penetrate me with his fingers and penis at the same time during intercourse, just to test how violent I can burst out The sound of the bed and the crazy orgasmic tremors, he kept developing me, treating me like a machine and slowly adjusting the screws on my body, making me evolve into his favorite personal masterpiece.

"This will be, very, interesting." He opened his lips and pronounced each word hoarsely. He knew that I couldn't stand this kind of seductive voice. Know what to do next.

I panicked, I admit it, and I froze.

I stood in front of him at a loss, God, I want to stuff these two things into my body in front of him, and show him?My God, my God, I lifted the sleeve of my bathrobe, wiped the sweat from my forehead, turned my back to him nervously, poured another glass of wine, and brought it to my mouth.

Sherlock clung to me like a ghost, and I realized that the sheets on his body had fallen out of nowhere, and he was completely naked behind my bathrobe, and his fingers were tearing the straps of my robe.

"You... where did you get it..." My whole body was hot, and my head was also hot. I lost half of my thinking ability, and the other half was tilting. My sanity was on the verge of being wiped out. Sherlock tore off the collar of my bathrobe, warm I hugged my lower abdomen with my fingers, and I tried my best to avoid the trembling voice, so that I could still sound calm, "How did you get these damn sex toys?"

Sherlock kisses the back of my neck and I feel his lips teasing my desire.

"It was originally prepared for the wedding night, but since the wedding is going to be postponed, we can rehearse it beforehand."

I really appreciate his euphemistic words, my cup fell on the carpet, Sherlock broke my body and kissed me fiercely, my face was deformed by him, he held my buttocks, gently Hitting my belly with his half-erected giant root, my energy and blood immediately rose, and the unsatisfactory things under me began to look up.

My cavernous body stirred twice, like a beast waking up.

Sherlock looked down at my faintly congested private parts carefully, which made me feel even more ashamed. I couldn't bear his hot and anxious eyes. He could look at my naked body for such a long time every time.

Sherlock ripped off my bathrobe and said in a low voice, with a sternness that didn't allow me to resist, "Sit on the bed and spread your legs."

I blushed when I rubbed it, I was about to collapse, I was hot all over, but my body still couldn't help but obey his orders, damn it, I couldn't resist the orders in his voice, it was like this from the first time I met him , I will do whatever he says.

I admit that in the process of obeying him, I can experience an unprecedented pleasure, hateful obedience, I never bow to others easily in my nature, and there is an unyielding stubbornness in my bones, no one can Let me admit defeat, unless the person who ordered me is very good, let me worship with all my body.

Driven by the enthusiasm of adoring him, I obediently walked to the bedside, the back of my head was pounded by the frenzied lust all the time, my whole body fell into a state of obsession, I sat on the end of the bed facing him .

"Open your legs." He didn't allow me to refute, his face was serious, but his eyes revealed piercing tenderness, piercing my skin.

I couldn't bear it anymore under his hot gaze, I slowly retracted my legs on the mattress, and opened it to him, when my backyard came into contact with the cool air, it was like a whip whipping On my ass, I felt so ashamed, but, it was Sherlock who was looking at me, and at the thought of this, I was so excited that I couldn't control it, I had to bite my lip hard to hold back the strange sound that was about to move in my throat.

I propped my elbows on the mattress, and opened my legs in an M shape towards him. I didn't know what he was going to do next, and I was about to lose all my patience when he watched.

"How long do you want to watch?" I passed through the ambiguous light of the desk lamp, and couldn't help looking at him.

Sherlock just stood by the cabinet calmly, his gaze projected over like a sharp edge, making my skin prickly and hot, and he said in a low voice, "Until you beg me."

"What?" I propped up my upper body and stared at him, "I don't want to beg you..."

"Don't move, I didn't tell you to move, just keep this posture for me and wait." His words made me want to die.

I had to stick to this position, my elbows began to tremble, I just lay down on the mattress, my legs were open, I was panting, I didn't know what I was doing, looking at the chandelier above my head, I remembered Fragrant sunshine, I think of the bright stars, I think of Sherlock's arrogant but handsome face, when I realized it, it was too late to control, I found my breathing quickened, my heart was beating wildly Fleeing, and my exposed folds are betraying my willpower, hungrily closing one by one, oh my god, just being looked at by him makes me so excited, oh damn, I want to close Legs mask my mood, but Sherlock won't let it.

He won't touch me until I beg him.

Oh my god, I can't take it anymore, I want to touch myself, my hand sneaks towards my belly button, my fingertips sweep over my hot ribs, stretching down, this For a moment, Sherlock stopped him sharply: "Stop, John, your body is mine tonight and only I can touch it."

I whimpered, and my fingers had to go back to the bed sheet, looking for a piece of fabric firmly to grab, I was even deprived of the right to touch my own body, this is too unfair, it is more than he deprived me on weekdays His life and my time are even more unfair, but I can't resist him, I... actually... feel the supreme... pleasure in the last... obedience.

I rub my cheek against the sheet, imagining Sherlock's fingers caressing me.

Time passed very slowly, I think it must have been 20 minutes or even half an hour, I secretly raised my head, and found that Sherlock actually picked up the sheet again, wrapped himself into a ball of snowman, sat on the sofa and knocked My laptop, I was half dead with anger, my blood flowed backwards, I struggled tangled and empty on this bed for so long, and he actually fell in love with the computer.

I propped up my upper body and smashed the mattress with my fist, "What are you doing? Can you concentrate?"

Sherlock raised his head casually: "What? Are you begging me?"

"Fuck..." I fell into the bed, this dead child who didn't grow up, I believe he definitely has enough patience to dry me out all night, let me lie on my back in this position all night until my whole body is stiff , Hungry, rolling on the sheets until I was crazy, I hit the soft cushion with the back of my head hard, and repeatedly fought with my stubborn heart in the unspeakable torture.

I want to touch myself, I want to let off steam, I want Sherlock's weight to crush me, I want his warm arms to wrap me in a loving embrace, yes, I'm screaming inside want him.

"Okay, okay, I beg you."

Sherlock almost jumped up, and he threw himself on me, stared at me and said, "Say it again, John."

I stared at him helplessly, "I beg you, Sherlock."

Sherlock smiled and said, "Please what, John?"

I rolled my eyes, puffed my cheeks and said, "Fuck me, fuck me like a little cowboy." After saying this, I felt inexplicably ashamed.

Sherlock pursed his lips, he also seemed a bit surprised to hear this, he took a deep breath to the side tremblingly, and said, "Oh, John, I almost couldn't hold you back just now, I really want to do what you said I did, but since I said I'm going to have something more interesting, I'm going to do it," Sherlock said, raising a hand to caress my inner thigh.

Oh I'm going, my penis twitched slightly because of his sudden touch, his hand didn't touch my organ at all, but I was so sensitive that I couldn't bear his faint touch, his fingers passed by The slit of my buttocks, touching my hungrily closed entrance, his fingertips twirling outside the folds, I can only gasp to show how much I wish he could go in.

Ah, Sherlock's fingers, his incomparable fingers, linger in my place, he is not in a hurry to get in, in order to play with my willpower, in order to crush me, I twist slightly anxiously, the degree of twist is almost invisible , I opened my eyes and looked at him in a hazy vision, and Sherlock looked at my face as well.

He smiled and said softly: "Look at you, poor doctor." He gently inserted his thumb into my hole, and my whole body tensed up. He then said: "Put my finger in your anus. It sucks in it, my darling."

"Hmmm..." His words were like a whip that sent flames through my buttocks, I did feel the depth of the finger, it wasn't deep enough, but...it was Sherlock's finger, just this Just a little bit is enough to get me overwhelmed with excitement.

Then, I felt a cold column press against my entrance.

God, I know what it is, I gasp low, gasp, the sound of the gasp is like a drowning person just picked up from the water, God, it's a dildo, Sherlock took advantage of me not noticing Time to tuck in and I'm being played with a silicone or plastic or something goddamn stuff and it's got my pride violated and I'm having a hard time keeping Sherlock's goddamn features from coming Get it on the floor-to-ceiling windows and stick it.

"John, open your legs a bit more. This size is a medium size. I deliberately chose a small size because I want to fit two of you at the same time."

The words hit my temple like a hard blow, and I was a little dizzy, I realized that the dizziness was caused by my blood pressure rising too violently, and Sherlock gently erected his cold cock and slapped me Asshole, he pinched the bottom and twirled out of my creases, I had to lift my ass up to let the dildo into me, it was weird at first, hard, it hurt a little, but gradually Yes, Sherlock let go of his hand, he supported my legs, watching me shrink in with that thing in my hand, I couldn't help it, as soon as my sphincter muscle was strong, it would suck the dildo in At one point, Sherlock watched for a long time, and I was almost cooked in the bed by him watching.

The dildo was harder than I imagined, and there was no heat, I always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly, there was a trembling electric current in my buttocks, and I couldn't help but yelled, "Ah...God...Ah Sherlock ..." Damn it, why didn't I expect the common sense that this sex penis is equipped with a battery, it is trembling and spinning in my body, the finger that has turned on the evil switch is stroking my lips at this moment, I put his I sucked it in my fingers and tasted the salty sweat from his fingertips. My brain was numb from the shock of the erotic penis, and my body writhed violently on the mattress uncontrollably.

Sherlock looked at me with twinkling eyes. "That's a great response, John."

"You should have been stabbed by this damn thing instead!" I sent out his fingers with my tongue, angrily yelling at him.

"Don't forget, there is one more."

"Oh no..." I couldn't bear the strong tremor of the motor, my saliva was about to come out of my mouth, Sherlock lowered his lips and kissed me hard, hooking my tongue into his mouth to suck I got up, I had another surge of pleasure in this kiss, and then he opened my thighs completely, my entire buttocks were displayed in front of his eyes, and he ran his fingers around the folds of my cock Turning around, it was trembling and contracting constantly, I felt the glans head was very swollen, and the pain was unbearable. Only then did I realize that I was actually being made so hard by a ridiculous toy.

This made me even more embarrassed. I was so resistant to this thing before, and now it seems that it can make me want to die.

Sherlock slowly squeezed my pussy with his fingers next to the dildo, he put a finger in, I was trembling all over, oh I felt his finger again, oh Sherlock's exquisite fingers on me Explore inside.

He said in a low voice: "You are so beautiful here, John, it looks so narrow, but everything can fit in."

"You are the one who can hold everything." I squeezed my strength to refute him, my muscles trembled, like an electric shock, ahhh, he pressed my prostate, I believe that in a moment If I had an orgasm I would probably roll my eyes and die, Sherlock let go of my G-spot, stopped stimulating me, he pulled his finger out, another round cylinder was pressed against my butt, I know, the first Two dildos are coming.

I didn't dare to move for a while, Sherlock slowly spun the dildo into me, I felt the entrance was tense and couldn't relax, Sherlock suddenly said sharply, "Turn around!"

"Hmm..." I rolled over on the bed with difficulty, clutching the sheets, lying on my stomach, sticking my butt towards him, now with two stupid dicks clamped in my entrance, one of them still in place Trembling constantly, I gasped in a low voice, oh my God, this feeling is indescribable, suddenly, there was a burning pain in my ass, and with a snap, Sherlock slapped my ass .

I immediately turned my head to stare at him with faint anger, Sherlock also looked at me, his eyes were almost burning, he raised his hand, and slapped me again, I believe there must be a slap on my ass There were obvious slap marks, I lost all my self-esteem after being slapped by him, and felt a sense of shame in my heart, he held down those two penises and let them settle deep inside my body at the same time, I couldn't kneel anymore , my arms were limp on the mattress, clutching the sheets, sweat was all over my back, my shower was a waste.

Sherlock bent down and licked the soles of my feet. His warm and moist tongue swept across the soles of my feet, looking for the source of pleasure in my toes. His teasing made my ears warm, and then possessive Seriously biting my ass, he left a goddamn tooth mark on my ass.

"John, you're mine, not just your little ass, you're mine, forever." He said, and slapped my ass again.

I can't get angry at this moment, the tide of pleasure swept me, my penis dripped liquid representing love, and there was only a bitter cry in my throat, God, God, Sherlock, I Only these words were spinning in my mind, and my throat was screaming a mess of broken words. I grabbed the sheet tightly, and the two foreign objects were completely adapted to my little ass. I shrunk them in at the same time, oh God, that's great, I cover my happy face with the sheets, and Sherlock just spreads my ass with his hands, watching my ass with his eyes.

My entrance must have been stretched to a ridiculous extent, I can't imagine what it would be like to be inserted by two medium-sized dicks, it must be funny, I thought shyly, Sherlock must have raised his mouth I almost didn't have the courage to look at him with that mocking look, and I was still yelling so loudly, I knew I should restrain myself, but it would be great if I could restrain myself.

"Ah... ah... ah... Sherlock, it's deep, they go in so deep, stop that motor, I can't stand it." I felt wet water coming from the back of my ass, oh no, I've never been so excited that my anus was dripping, and I was teased by two goddamn cocks.

Sherlock touched the clear fluid oozing from my back with his fingers and said, "John, you're so excited."

"Hmm..." My heart was trembling, and the saliva kept overflowing from the corner of my mouth, wetting the bed sheet.

Sherlock suddenly opened my jaw, and I put my limp arm in his palm and raised my eyelids to look at him. Sherlock sent his penis head into my mouth, and I was suddenly choked up, my taste buds With the smell of his precum, he brushed my palate with the head of his cock, gently pushed his waist against my throat, then pulled it out and slapped my cheek with the wet cock, I was on his penis I opened my mouth to breathe, God, I can't stand this busy back and forth.

"John, how well you behaved." He stuffed my mouth again, I heard his words, slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him, he held my cheeks with gentle strength, Enjoyed watching me suck his cock in my mouth while his lips were thrusting in and out.

Suddenly, I felt a void in the creases, Sherlock pulled the two cocks out, and at the same time withdrew his majesty from my mouth, I was about to let out a long breath, and was caught by a fierce Damn, I was almost fucked to death by him on this bed, I gasped for a moment, looked back at him, Sherlock held my waist, and bumped against me with his strong erection, which was full of veins, I didn't even have room to rest, and I was immediately filled by him.

My limbs are crisp and soft lying on the bed, listening to the sound of him slapping me with his genitals, it is great, I want to praise him, but I have no strength anymore, I feel like I have experienced several bed incidents , I can only lay here and let him toss, the depths of my vagina keep flowing out of transparent water due to excessive stimulation, he doesn't need lubricant at all, Sherlock is considerate and skillful to satisfy me, cooperate with me The tacit understanding of welcoming and seeing off made me blush, and I felt very happy at this moment.

Sherlock picked me up and made me sit up straight sweating, moving on his legs, he held my wet firmness, kissed my chin on the back of my head, left another on my shoulder With several teeth marks, I thought it was a honeymoon night, a sweet night.