"Jakob! Oh god, oh god, oh my god." Her eyes are wet and wide and wild. "That was—holy shit."
I brace above her, a fist planted beside her ear. Dip and claim a kiss.
I wish she knew, I wish I could explain to her the significance of a kiss to me. But where would I begin the telling of that tale?
Brys lifts to meet me, one hand clasping my nape, and then her fingers trail through my hair and trace the shell of my ear.
The delicate affection in those small, simple touches savages my soul, leaving me gutted and unable to draw breath. My eyes burn, and I turn to the only means of expression I know.
"I didn't say you could stop coming, Brys." I glide down her body, cup her heavy breasts, and twist and pinch her nipples as I settle in the sweet, soft, warm cradle of her thick, strong thighs, and I mate my mouth to the lips of her pussy, and I taste her essence, and I devour her with a ravenous fury that shocks her.
"Jesus Christ, Jakob!” she screams, jackknifing forward and then collapsing to her back and bucking her hips upward, hands clutching my skull fit to crack it.
She fucks my face, holds me where she needs me, and writhes against my hungry, eager tongue, and she bucks and thrusts and writhes and screams until she has no breath left in her lungs. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, head thrown back, hips frozen in an upward thrust, trembling, she comes and she comes and she comes, tits jiggling and swaying, thighs tensing to push her ass off the floor.
She sucks in a ragged, shocked, shrill breath, like a scream in reverse, and her whole body contorts in a jackknifing spasm, and her thighs crush my head and neck with unbelievable power as the waves of climax smash through her like an onrushing flood-tide.
"Stop," she pants, legs suddenly going slack. "Please, please—Jakob, stop, stop. Please, oh god, I can't take any more. I can't—I can't take any more."
Greed for her ecstasy makes me merciless. I rise up over her and drive three fingers into her clenching wet channel, and she grips my fingers like a hot, slick vise, and I fuck her like that, fingers in a delta inside her pussy, smashing and driving and thrusting and demanding and taking more and more from her. She cannot even scream, can only tremble beneath me with tear-stained eyes wide, searching me with a complex array of emotions as she climaxes beyond her mind and body's ability to tolerate or comprehend.
And then she shatters.
I feel the wet rush flood my hand as she gushes around my fingers, a tight wail scraping out of her throat, eyes disbelieving and even afraid as her orgasm wrenches her apart. She curls forward again, gasping a shriek as she continues to detonate, spasming wave after wave all over my hand and the floor.
At long last, with Brys writhing and panting and whimpering and trembling, naked curves sheened with sweat, I take pity on her. "Nowyou may stop."
Her eyes, when they open, are stunned. Tear drops cling to her lashes like liquid diamonds. Her lips quiver as she struggles to breathe past shuddering sobs. "Jesus," she whispers. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jakob. What did youdoto me?"
"When you please me, I reward you." I lean on an elbow, half on her, half on the floor beside her. I idly trace the outline of her areola. "Thatwas your reward for being a good girl."
She shakes her head, at a loss for words. "I feel half paralyzed." She levers upright and scoots back, patting the thin, industrial carpet between her thighs. "Um. So I sort of soaked this."
I grin, and I know it must look predatory and arrogant and supremely self-satisfied. "Yes, you did." I caress her breast, trail a fingertip along the tender underside, purely for my own pleasure. "Have you ever squirted before?"
Her cheeks blaze scarlet, and she covers her face, shakes her head. "No." It's a tiny breath of a word.
I pull her hands down. "Why are you embarrassed, Brys?"
"I…" she shrugs, refusing to look at me. "I don't…I…" she dares a peek at me from the corner of her eye. "I peed on the floor like a bad puppy."
"There is some debate as to the precise composition of the substance, but I am of the opinion that it doesn't matter if it's pee or not." I squeeze her nipple until she gasps and flinches. "It's the natural result of a particularly intense orgasm. It is abeautifulthing, Brys. You are not to be ashamed of it. You are to celebrate it. Be proud. Many women are unable to achieve even a fraction of such ecstasy."
"Being able to climax isnotanachievement, Jakob." Her tone is sharp and hard. "To say that orgasm is an achievement is to say that a woman who struggles to reach orgasm is a failure."
"I stand corrected. That is not what I meant, and I take your point. Thank you for correcting me, Brys."
Her gaze is suspicious. "Is that sarcasm?"
I frown at her. "No. I am not prone to sarcasm."
"You are actually, truly thanking me?"
"Yes. Why is this surprising?"
She snickers. "Um, because men generally don't take correction well. Especially not billionaire CEOs who can buy companies on a whim just to fire some rude bitch."
I clear my throat. "I am not a billionaire anymore."
