The way he found the exact spot I needed him tells me that I may have been dead wrong... the perfect cadence as he builds pressure assures me that I did.
The same heat that's been hovering in my core grows hotter, building in ferocity as he strokes me to a tipping point.
He was right. He was fucking right.
I'm absolutely going to come if he doesn't...
He stops, and I peel my eyes open, peering at him through my frustration. His head is cocked to one side, and his lips are still twisted with his smirk that I want to wipe right off of his beautiful face. I'd shove his head back between my thighs, but then I definitely wouldn't get off yet.
“You don't have to be quiet anymore.” He assures me. “I want to hear you.”
I blink at him, confused, because I haven't been trying to restrain myself. At least, not consciously.
But if he wants to hear me...
I moan louder than I meant to when he sinks two fingers deep inside of me and curls them like he's trying to coax my orgasm out of me. Which is exactly what he's doing.
That sound spurs him on, and he pulls back, thrusting in deeper, hitting new depths as I imagine he opens me wider to all the possibilities.
When his other hand comes back to my clit, I buck, unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure.
It's intoxicating, thick enough to drown in. It takes no prisoners, building quickly to a crescendo until I'm fucking whimpering.
And something about that sound that comes from my own chest makes me all the more feral, the feeling all the more intense.
I am without a doubt about to come, and I only have a second to be nervous about it before horror tries to steal the moment as urgency twists my bladder.
“F-fuck.” I gasp, trying to get his attention. It's hard to do when he's a man on a mission, possessed with the need to prove me wrong. “Cal, stop. I—”
“Not a fucking chance.” He chuckles. “Let go. It's okay.”
The same heat that he's been building religiously in my groin spreads through me at the impending realization that I'm going to piss myself.
I slam my eyes shut, trying to stave it off, but he doesn't relent.
“Cal!” I beg, knowing he's dragging me too close to the point of no return. If he just stops now, I can—
The heat explodes across me all at once, built from a single flashpoint. But it takes me by the very marrow of my bones and rends me apart, scattering me to the fucking wind as I screw my eyes shut so hard I think for a moment that I gave myself an aneurysm.
That's not what happened, though.
I know it because he continues to fuck me with his fingers through the orgasm, refusing to relent even as I spray out around his fingers, mortified and satisfied and too fucking greedy to care as my soul is shredded into pieces and left to drift around us like feathers on the breeze.
My head falls back against the counter, buzzy and dizzy, and I don't have the strength to even consider opening my eyes, which is just as well because I don't know how I'm going to face him after what I just did.
It's his hand on my cheek, which smells distinctly of sex, rubbing a gentle pattern there that finally gets me to open my eyes.
When I do, I find he's covering my body with his own, watching me intently... smiling.
I open my mouth even though I have no clue what I'm going to say.
Sorry?
Please don't be mad at me?
“You're so fucking addictive.” He says, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
It makes me still, violently startled by the sudden intimacy.
