When I finally get my ability to see back, I gaze down at Camden, who’s staring up at me with the sexiest, most smug look on his face.
My tummy flips, and my heart races. My husband is so filthy, and god, do I love it.
He lowers his face back down between my thighs and flicks my clit with his tongue at the same time that he presses my vibrator to my clit.
I gasp, sucking all the air in the room with me. My brain goes offline, and I can’t formulate thoughts or words or anything coherent.
The pleasure crashing through my body is mind-bending. It’s reality-altering.
I never thought to use a vibrator in tandem with his mouth, but holy god, it is amazing. Heavenly. Otherworldly. It amplifies the sensations and intensity by a million.
With my wrists cuffed, I grip the pillows as another orgasm claims me. Camden leans back and pulls the vibrator away from me, giving me a minute to catch my breath. He dusts soft kisses on my thighs before he gives me another orgasm, then another, and another.
I lose count after five. I don’t exist in reality anymore. I don’t have a sense of time or place. I don’t have a brain anymore. It disintegrated when that fourth orgasm hurtled through my body.
But I don’t care. This is ecstasy. So many orgasms that my body can barely handle.
I’m not even speaking words when I cry out anymore. Just noises. Moans and whimpers and panting.
My hearing is muffled. I can’t see either. I’ve lost most of my senses. Oh, well. I didn’t need them anyway. Not when I exist in this orgasmic bliss.
My legs thrash against the bed. All the muscles in my calves and thighs are cramping every time I come.
Finally, my body can’t take it anymore. Everything has hit that too-sensitive point.
With my cuffed hands, I push Camden’s face away.
“Please…I can’t anymore,” I pant.
His low, rough chuckle hits my ears. I blink furiously for what feels like a minute straight until I can start to make out shapes and colors.
Camden’s face is fuzzy, but I can spot that cocky grin from a mile away.
“Had enough, baby?”
I nod.
“How many orgasms was that?” His tone is teasing.
I let out a drunk-sounding laugh. “I don’t know. A million.”
His head falls back as he laughs. Then he slides off the bed and stands next to it. He reaches down, grabs me under the arms, and then gently slides me so that my head is at the edge.
He leans down and gives me a soft, teasing kiss.
“You look so goddamn beautiful, Ellie,” he says in the gentlest, softest voice. Warmth zooms through my chest. I can barely take how sweet he is.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat now,” he rasps against my mouth. “Would that be okay with my pretty wife?”
“God, yes,” I moan.
I open my mouth, groaning when he slides his hard cock inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, but I reach up with my cuffed hands and grab his hip, coaxing him to go harder and faster.
“Jesus, Ellie. You sure?”
I moan an “mmhmm” around his cock.
