Page 104 of The Summer We Lie

He stops immediately. "Talk to me. You good?"

"More," I repeat, because I need all of him, need to feel completely filled and claimed. "Please, don't stop."

He gives me what I'm begging for, pushing forward until he's fully seated inside me, my ass pressed flush against his hips. The feeling is indescribable—pain and pleasure so intertwined I can't separate them. I feel stretched beyond my limits, completely full of him in the most intimate way possible.

"Jesus Christ, Skye," he groans into my ear, his voice wrecked with pleasure as he holds perfectly still. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight around my cock. Perfect."

His hand slides from my breast down my stomach, fingers trailing fire across my skin before finding the wetness between my legs. When he touches my clit, I cry out loud enough that I'm grateful the house is empty tonight. The combination of sensations—his cock in my ass, his fingers on my most sensitive spot—threatens to overwhelm my nervous system entirely.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, beginning to move in slow, careful thrusts while his fingers work magic on my clit. The friction is exquisite torture. "Let me hear those pretty sounds. Don't hold back."

He gradually picks up speed, each thrust easier than the last as my body adjusts to accommodate him. The wand still sits forgotten beside us, but I don't need it—the way he's touching me, the fullness of him moving inside me, the sheer intimacy of what we're doing, it's already building to something that feels earth-shattering.

"Dominic," I gasp as the pressure coils tighter and tighter in my core, "I'm going to⁠—"

"Not yet," he commands, his hand immediately leaving my clit. I whimper at the loss, my body protesting the denial when I was so close. "I want to see your face when you come. Want to watch you fall apart for me."

With careful precision, he withdraws and flips me over before pushing back inside of me. The change in position drives him deeper than before, hitting spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids. I cry out, my hands flying to his arms and gripping tight enough to leave marks.

"Perfect," he breathes, staring down at me with those intense dark eyes that seem to see straight through to my soul. He reaches for the wand, turning it on to the lowest setting, and the soft buzz fills the air between us. "So fucking perfect."

When he presses the vibrating head against my clit while beginning to move again with more confidence, the sensation is electric. Everything combines—the vibrations, the fullness, the way he's looking at me like I'm something precious and dirty all at once. It's sensory overload in the best possible way.

The vibrator hums against my most sensitive spot while his cock stretches me impossibly wide, and I can feel myself climbing rapidly toward a release that promises to shatter me completely. His eyes never leave my face, drinking in every expression, every gasp and moan he draws from my lips.

"Now, baby," he commands, his voice tight with his own approaching climax. "Come for me now. Let go."

Permission granted, my body obeys instantly. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. My back arches clean off the bed as waves of pleasure consume me from the inside out, and I'm dimly aware of screaming his name as my world explodes into sensation.

The world melts around the edges as the orgasm tears through me, leaving me boneless and gasping. But just when the waves start to recede, when I should be drifting into that blissful comedown, Dominic cranks the vibrator to what must be its highest setting.

"Oh fuck!" I cry, my body jerking violently. The sensation is too sharp, too intense against my oversensitive clit. I try to push the vibrator away, scrambling backward on the bed, desperate to escape the overwhelming stimulation. "Too much, too much!"

But his large hand wraps firmly around my hip, holding me in place while he slows his thrusts inside my ass, focusing on keeping the vibrator pressed against me.

"You can take it," he says, his voice steady and sure. "Just relax."

"It's too much, I can't," I gasp, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes lock with mine, dark and commanding. "Yes, you can."

This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced—an orgasm that won't end but amplified a thousand times. It's simultaneously unbearable and incredible, making me want to run away even as my body arches toward it. Then suddenly, a new sensation builds—a pressure, an urgency that makes my eyes widen in panic.

"Stop! I'm going to pee... please," I beg, horrified at the thought.

Dominic's expression doesn't change. "You're not. Relax into it. Let go and don't fight it."

I trust him—God help me, I trust him completely—so despite every instinct screaming at me, I do as he says. When the pressure becomes unbearable, I surrender to it, and feel a rush of fluid leave my body.

"Oh no, oh no," I cry, mortification washing over me.

"Fucking Christ, baby. Squirt all over me," he groans, his eyes wild with desire as he watches the evidence of my pleasure soak us both.

I couldn't stop if I wanted to. My body has a mind of its own now, continuing to release as he begins fucking me faster again. My whole body convulses, and I keep trying to push the vibrator away, but he doesn't let me. The relentless stimulation builds and builds until I feel another normal orgasm approaching.

"Oh God, oh God," I chant, digging my nails into his arm as I come again. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, my nerve endings firing in ways I didn't know were possible.

Even as the orgasm subsides, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he pounds into my ass harder, his rhythm becoming more primal, more demanding.