“I have a version of it in my head, if that counts,” he answers with humor.
“You’ll need to write it down, so I can use it on myself.”
“I’m never leaving your side again, freckles, so you won’t need to take care of yourself.”
The promise behind his words has my heart in a frenzy, making me feel like my chest is too tight to contain it. We’re back together, and nothing,nothing, will separate us again.
“Now, if you’ll allow me, we aren’t done with my demonstration,” he reminds me, giving me a deep thrust.
“Yes, sorry. Keep demonstrating,” I eagerly encourage, lowering my upper body to rest on my elbows instead.
His hands seize each side of my hips, and he pulls me back against his next thrust. After a few deep ones, when I’m back to being a frantic mess, he changes the alignment of our hips, and—
“Aaah, shit!” I cry out, fisting the sheets for fear I might actually fly all the way to heaven.
“This is why you prefer this position. I can hit you where it feels the bestandfuck you deep like you enjoy.”
He does the same thing again, proving this isn’t some lucky fluke, and I whimper his name, begging for more. And he complies, giving me the good, hard fuck I’ve been craving for months. With his solid grip on my hips, he pulls me back each time he rams into me, making our skin slap together, his balls bouncing off my clit. The unsparing ramming of his cock is too much for me, but the next climax is so fucking close already…
“Please, harder,” I beg, not even sure I can take more.
The slapping between us intensifies, the tip of him reaching so fucking deep he might actually rearrange my insides. Behind me, he’s letting out the hottest, most alluring sounds, from low grunts to needy moans. It’s all so fucking primal and raw. Everything about this moment is deliciously crude, barely human.
When his pace somehow falters, I look back and find him shuffling through one of the bags I was packing. When his hand comes out of it, he’s holding Jensen.Fuck…
Still keeping up with the fucking, he examines the toy and quickly finds the button to turn it on. Even though I know it’s coming, I’m not ready when he brings the buzzing accessory around me and between my legs. The moment the smooth silicon meets the little bundle of nerves, I realize I might not make it out of this alive. There might be such a thing as dying from too much pleasure, and I’m about to experience it.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I cry out, an electric jolt running from my overstimulated clit to my limbs.
Shit, amazing isn’t even the word for it. He’s flawless at it, always knowing how to push me further but never too far. His knowledge of my body is absolute, and he navigates it as if he owns a detailed map, one he’s learned by heart. I don’t even know what’s on half of that map.
With his free hand, he brings the tip of his finger behind me and between us, circling the drenched skin around where he’s ramming into me. Once he’s gathered enough wetness, he slides it about an inch higher. I still, waiting for him to do it and push his thumb in that part of me. But he doesn’t, toying with the hole, spreading my wetness onto it without ever entering it. When his hips slow and then stop moving, I grow frustrated. But just as I’m about to protest, I realize what’s going on.
“Do it,” I breathe out, giving him the consent he’s waiting for.
All the training we did with the Chrises is gone, but I know what I need to do to let him in. So, I push against his thumb as he slides it in. Not long after that, the momentum of his hips resumes, and with it, the in and out motion of his finger in my ass while the toy still vibrates on my clit.
“You still like this?” he asks close to my ear
“Yes … I love it …”
“Still can’t wait to have my cock in there?”Oh, God…
“Fuck! Yes …”
“I bet you’ll feel so fucking good around me. So fucking tight… You enjoyed having my cum in there, that time in my car, didn’t you?”
I can’t even respond, so close I feel like I’m about to implode. Because he can read me so well, he anticipates my orgasm will be devastating. The moment I fall into it with a scream that sounds more like pain than bliss, he slips his thumb out and wraps his arm around my middle, clinging to me while I quiver with uncontrollable shakes of pleasure.
As I cry, curse, and sob, he keeps drilling into me and presses Jensen harder, holding me prisoner to his thrusts, pushing me so far I worry I might never come back from it. When I involuntarily jolt away from him, his hold on me tightens, and his teeth sink into my shoulder, keeping me right there under him, making sure I endure all the merciless pounding of his cock into my throbbing pussy.
My orgasm won’t recede, constantly maintained by his ministrations and the vibrations, stuck in a loop of more, more, and more. The intensity of the shivers, the insane tension between my legs, and the tightening of my chest that makes it harder and harder to breathe bring tears to my eyes, my cheeks drenched from it.
His guttural cry, the blooming warmth in me, and the pulsing of his dick tell me he’s coming too. But he doesn’t stop fucking into me, doesn’t remove the toy. If anything, he goes even harder.
Fuck, I never came like this before. I thought I saw it all, thought Lex already found my limits, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. It’s too much, too fast, too strong… My brain can’t cope with that much pleasure, and my body can’t endure it.
Something in me shuts down. Maybe out of self-preservation, maybe because of the overload of everything. But I black out, suddenly feeling like I’m out of my own skin, far from this, from him, from here. For a moment, I stop existing altogether.
