Page 142 of Honeyfires

"Petra, fuck—I'm—"

She came with a cry that was half my name, half incoherent pleasure, her body going rigid as waves of orgasm crashed through her. I kept my mouth on her through all of it, gentling my movements as she rode out the aftershocks, until she was trembling and oversensitive and trying to pull away.

"Too much," she gasped.

But I wasn't done. I needed more, needed to see her completely undone, needed to give her something that would make her forget about reporters and op-eds and workplace tension. So before she could recover, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped our positions, spreading her out beneath me on the bed.

"Petra, what—"

"I need to test something," I said simply, sliding two fingers inside her. "I need you to come for me again first."

"I don't think I can—oh god."

My fingers curled, finding that spot inside her that made her back arch off the bed. She was so wet, so open, taking my fingers easily as I began to move. I watched her face as I fucked her, watched pleasure chase away the stress and worry that had been living there for weeks.

"That's it," I encouraged, my thumb finding her clit. "Let go for me, baby. Give me everything."

"It feels—" She broke off, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Different. It feels different."

I increased the pressure, my fingers pumping faster, harder, focusing on that spot that was making her incoherent. "Different how?"

"I don't know, like—like something's building—" Her eyes went wide with something between pleasure and panic. "Petra, I think—"

And then she was coming, but this time was different. Fluid gushed from her, soaking my hand, the sheets, as her body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm. She cried out, shocked and overwhelmed, her whole body shaking as I worked her through it.

When it subsided, she lay there panting, staring at me with wide, amazed eyes. "What was that? Did I just—"

"You squirted," I said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. "Fuck, Vera, that was hot."

"I didn't know I could do that." She looked dazed. "I've never—"

"Want to do it again?"

Her eyes darkened. "Yes. God, yes."

I slid my fingers back inside her, and she moaned, still sensitive but clearly wanting more. This time I was rougher, knowing what her body could handle now, fucking her hard with my fingers while my thumb worked her clit in tight circles.

"Watch," I commanded. "Watch what I'm doing to you."

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes fixed on where my hand was moving between her legs. The sight of it—her watching me fuck her—made desire course through my veins.

"You're so perfect," I said, my voice rough with arousal. "So beautiful when you let go. So responsive under my hands."

"Petra, I’m going to—again—"

"Do it," I urged. "Soak the sheets for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

She came harder this time, her whole body going rigid as she squirted again, the fluid warm and abundant on my hand. She collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "I can't—I need a minute—"

I withdrew my fingers gently, moving up to kiss her softly. She tasted like salt and satisfaction, like honey and fire… honeyfires. Like she was both the heat and the sweetness, dripping desire, dripping fire, dripping that delicious honey.

When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed with pleasure and exhaustion.

"Your turn," she said, her hands already reaching for me. "But I don't think I have the strength to do much. So just... lie back and let me watch."

"Watch?" I raised an eyebrow, a grin already spreading.