He switches the vibrator to max and jackhammers me.
My orgasm explodes.
My vision blanks out.
I convulse, scream his name, the juices gushing. “CORIN!”
I feel my arms giving way, but he’s there to hold me up, one arm supporting my chest from behind while the other keeps the vibrator in place, drawing out the pleasure until I’m sobbing.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s my girl. Let go.”
Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm I hear him groan.
“Amara...” He pistons once, twice, before his hips stutter.
Hot pulses throb inside me as he empties himself into the condom, following me over.
Finally we collapse together onto the bed, both breathing hard.
After a moment, he carefully withdraws, ties off the condom, and disposes of it in the en suite bathroom. Then he’s back, pulling me into his arms on the bed.
“Man...” I begin.
“Was it good?” he asks uncertainly.
I lift my head to stare at him. “Good?Corin, you just rewired my brain. I saw God. Maybe several gods. There was a whole pantheon situation happening.”
He grins, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Good.”
“Also, where did that vibrator come from?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I’ve had it for a while. Been waiting for the right moment.”
“You’ve been walking around with a sex toy in your leather card case all this time?” I press.
He laughs. “No. The toy was in the nightstand.”
I grin. “Why do I find that kind of hot?”
He kisses my forehead. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” I snuggle closer, my brain still fuzzy. “Although for the record, I’m going to need three business days to recover fromthat.”
“Noted. Want some water?”
I look at him, give him a quick peck on his left eyebrow scar. “Please.”
He gets up, returns with two bottles of water and a small jar. I watch as he sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking care of you.” He opens the jar, scoops out some kind of balm. “You have marks. From earlier.”
I look down and realize he’s right. There are faint red lines on the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I don’t even remember—
Oh.
Right.
