And the vibrator’s intensity shot up in response.
He had a remote!
I sucked harder on his cockhead as a result, and within seconds, he was pumping through the tight purse of my lips as he exploded inside me while my entire being went haywire.
My G-Spot wasn’t just activated. It flew into hyperspace!
As he roared my name, I sobbed around his cock as the most wicked and wildest of climaxes hit me.
I wasn’t surprised when my pussy muscles contracted so hard that I pushed the vibe free. Nor was I surprised when I felt the soft spurt of my release either.
I let go of my tits to blindly reach for the toy, and after flicking the button, there was blessed silence.
Holding his cock in my mouth, I heard his heavy breathing, but mostly I was focused on not passing out.
It was there—right at the edge of my consciousness.
I dug my hands into his hips again, nails biting into him as I struggled to stay awake while my brain urged me to soar free.
A lifetime later, hours or minutes might have passed, I realized I was in bed. Conor tucked around me. Swaddled in blankets.
And, fuck, I was crying.
He stroked my hair and held me so close that I felt him in my soul. Soft hums and gentle kisses pressed wherever he could touch.
When I released a sigh, he murmured lightly, “Thank fuck. You scared me.”
My mouth worked but I only managed to whisper, “I think I met Jesus.”
A soft chuckle twirled and swirled into the atmosphere around us, further couching this whole thing with an intimacy that I’d never expected.
“You like it?”
“You get that on the market, stat,” I rasped. “Women deserve to feel that. They can’t have you, but they can have your mind. I’ll let them.”
More soft laughter.
“Call it the Fecker. They won’t believe it.” I shivered. “Until they experience it.”
Feeling wrecked and reborn, I twisted in his arms so that I faced him.
Cupping his cheek, I whispered, “You’re the perfect one, Conor. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but… you know I love you, don’t you?”
Happiness beamed from him. “I love you too.”
“And thank you.”
“For the toy? You’re welcome.”
I kissed his chin. “Nah. For the extra soundproofing on this bedroom last year.”
Closing my eyes, reveling in the sounds of his laughter, I pressed my forehead against his pec and felt him shift.Immediately, I glanced up and saw him drag his phone over to his side.
We never slept at the same time. Ever. One of us remained awake at all times to keep the spinning plates we managed on the daily in orbit. So I mostly felt relief when I saw him checking his programs on his cell.
It allowed me to close my eyes again.
It let me rest.
