She lifts an eyebrow and says in a defiant tone, “Oh?”
Somehow, that simple reaction nearly sends me over the edge. I grunt and clench my muscles, willing myself not to spill my seed on the deck. When I am back in control, I lower my mouth between her legs and in less than a minute, I have her gasping and nearing climax again. Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, I stop and wait for her pleasure to wane.
She groans. “Really? This is what we’re doing?”
I do not answer, and when she is just far enough away from that peak, I resume. I do this again, and again, letting her frustration build alongside her appetite. Colorful curses and strings of expletives fill the air. Her skin glistens with sweat as she thrashes against my grip.
“You are such a fucking asshole,” she pants. “How long are you going to torture me for?”
Instead of answering, I continue my task, sliding a finger into her warmth and holding her hips as she begs for release. When I feel her clenching, I pull back.
Her eyes flash to mine and a whimper falls from her lips. “Ok, ok. I give up. I can’t… I need…”
A part of me regrets the ache in her voice, but the way herbody is reacting to my efforts makes it clear that this is a good thing. I am large, and she is not, but she is opening for me.
“You can,” I say encouragingly.
“God damnit,” she growls, her voice full of determination and anger. She is stronger than anyone I have ever met. A stone amongst feathers. A raging fire amongst dry brush. And I love her for it.
43
PLAN C
AMARA
MY BODY IS on the verge of complete combustion from the prolonged edging. The intense, building pressure and full-body euphoria are beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, but the agony accompanying it is equally profound. At this point, I’m probably a few seconds away from psychosis or violence. Not sure which.
“Breathe,” Vexar whispers, and I try. I honestly try, but all I can manage are short gasps.I need to come.The tip of a second finger nudges at my entrance, and some of the tension in my body melts as it joins the first. The slight stretch mellows into a simmering, pleasurable fullness that?—
“Oh shit,” I groan. Every inch of my skin prickles with heightened awareness. Even the sheets beneath me feel like they’re teasing my flesh, and I grab handfuls of the fabric as I reach a blinding peak.
“Come for me, Amara,” Vexar says, seconds before his mouth finds my clit and he sucks.
I shatter. My vision darkens, body pulses and vibrates as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure rocks through me. When I come back to reality, Vexar’s fingers are gently kneadingagainst my walls in a rhythmic pattern, bringing me back to the brink of ecstasy.
“That was perfect,” he purrs into my flesh. “You are perfect.”
It’s only then that I realize he’s using three fingers. Not two. He must have added the third while I was lost in my orgasm. The satisfying fullness and the motion of Vexar’s tongue bring me back to an unbearable peak. I’m balanced right on the edge, expecting to fall at any second. But I don’t. Somehow, the pleasure builds even higher. His tongue and hand work in perfect symphony. The sensation of fullness is … it’s … holy shit, it’s so fucking good.
Then it’s gone.
“Wait, wha…” My words trail off as Vexar starts climbing up my body.
Holy shit.
His eyes are pitch black, muscles bulging, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach, and I suddenly feel giddy.How in the hell did I end up here? Really though? Did I die or … what?
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks in a throaty whisper.
I nearly laugh. “Yeah, I’mverysure. You’re exactly what I want.”
Moving with slow purpose, he presses a soft kiss to my mouth before saying, “You have to tell me if I am doing something wrong.”
“Just do what feels good, and I’ll tell you if it doesn’t for me.”
For the first time since we met, his cheeks flush. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. When he’s propped on one elbow, hips nestled between my thighs, and his free hand stroking my left knee, something runs up the length of my slit. It feels like a … finger? But his hands are?—
I yelp as whatever it is sucks onto my clit. The abrupt surge of sensation has me gasping for air and squirming beneath Vexar’s massive weight.
