She let go of the headboard to sink her fingers into his hair, to hold him in place as she lifted her hips, fucking him back.“Good rule.”
“Yeah,” he muttered.“Oh, yeah, fuck me back, baby.Just like that.”
She planted her feet, pumped her hips.“Like that?”
“Just like that.”He lifted his head, mouth red and wet, brow sweaty, eyes blazing.“You’re getting close.”
“I know.”She stared into his eyes, into their fathomless depths.“You?”
“As soon as you get off,” he promised.“What do you need?”
“Just keep fucking me,” she panted.“Just keep fucking me.”
He kept fucking her, hips rolling, balls slapping.He sped up again, then again, the pressure and the pleasure building to flash point, but she couldn’t quite go over.
She shook her head.“I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can.”He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts.
“No, I can’t.”Tears of frustration gathered in her eyes.
“Yes, you can,” he repeated, and shifting again, reached down to grab her ass.Squeezing her cheeks hard, he pulled them apart.
“Oh!”She jolted, startled at the way it stretched her out, around the plug, around his cock, and felt the first flutters of orgasm.
“There we go,” he muttered and pulled harder, amplifying the stretch.The flutters built, heat and tension coiling like a snake ready to strike, and she held her breath.
Then he reached in between her cheeks and shoved the plug with the fingers of both hands, and she went off like a rocket.
Her whole body went stone still for one blinding moment, frozen in ecstasy, then she shattered, shaking and crying and pulsing around him, the pleasure going on and on.
Jesse shouted, triumph and pleasure, and held himself deep.His penis grew impossibly thicker inside her, stretching her even more, and set off another round of spasms while he grunted and groaned and came inside her.
Chapter Twelve
She collapsed, spent, on the mattress, and he collapsed, equally spent, on her.They lay like that for she didn’t know how long, dozing under the weight of him, not caring that she couldn’t breathe very well, until he rolled off her with a ragged groan and staggered to his feet.
“Shit,” he said, weaving like a drunk.“Fuck.Bathroom.”
She waved an arm in the general direction.“That way.”
He stumbled over and opened her closet.
“Out there,” she directed.“Hall.”
“Oh.”He made it to the door, clung to the frame for a moment for balance, then disappeared.
She stared at the ceiling, listening to him bang around in her bathroom, and wondered if she should take the plug out of her ass.She thought probably she should, but she didn’t have the energy to reach down and do it.And anyway, she’d have go to the bathroom to clean it, and she sure didn’t have the energy for that.
Deciding that was a problem for post-nap-Chloe, she turned on her side and closed her eyes.
“Are you going to sleep?”Jesse asked, the mattress bouncing when he climbed on, and she opened her eyes to smile at him.
“Maybe.Did you find the bathroom?”
“Yeah.Brought you a present.”
She eyed the washcloth he held up.“What’s that for?”
