His Ransom 4(11)

“Oh! OH!” I cried out in surprise as the orgasm ripped through me nearly instantly.

Jake held the vibrator against me and held me in his arms as I shuddered. The waves of this orgasm were short and sudden, hitting me in a burst of ecstasy that made my muscles melt. If Jake hadn’t been holding me upright, I would have crumpled to the mattress.

“Easy now,” he said.

I gasped a breath. The room was hot now, much hotter than it had been before, and beads of sweat tickled my temples.

“That… that was so fast,” I whispered. “How did that… how did you…” I couldn’t form sentences at the moment. My heart was catching up to the rest of my body.

“I’m just trying to get you relaxed,” Jake said.

“I—I—”

“Good,” Jake said. “That’s a start.”

I heard his zipper being undone, and I moaned in anticipation. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. The orgasm he’d given me with the vibrator had been short and sweet, but nothing like the ones he’d given me before. I wanted him completely, fully.

Instead, though, he began to massage my shoulders. His hands kneaded my muscles, and I let out a few low sighs as he moved down, rubbing my arms, then my hands. He kissed my fingertips as his thumbs massaged the palms of my hands.

“Oh, Lord,” I moaned. This was nearly as good as the orgasm I’d just had. Jake’s hands were strong, his fingers pressing a perfect amount of pressure against my aching muscles.

I didn’t protest as he pushed me down onto the mattress, rolling me onto my back. He straddled me, massaging my breasts. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach, throbbing against the soft skin there. My lips parted. I wanted to take him inside of me so badly.

“Please… please…” I whimpered.

“Not yet.”

His weight came off of me, and I nearly cried out with the pressure inside of me. The last vestiges of my orgasm were fading, and I already felt the burning throb that wanted more.

Then he kissed me just under the bellybutton. His lips were whispers against my skin, and I writhed on the bed. His tongue darted out, wetting my skin.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh, Jake.”

He moved down, continually kissing me, sucking my skin lightly. He kissed one thigh, then the other, his hair tickling me. All throughout, his arms pinned me down, kneading me with one hand as he caressed me gently with the other.

It was torture, blissful torture. I was hot and throbbing by the time his tongue moved down, lightly flicking my swollen clit.

“Ah!”

“You’re going to come for me two more times,” Jake whispered. His hot breath moved over my raw and aching flesh. Then I felt his mouth curve into a smile. “At least.”

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down with my bound hands. I couldn’t do anything but run my fingers through his hair as he began to lave me. His tongue turned alternately hard and then soft against my clit, and I moaned again and again as he brought me closer to the edge of orgasm and then left me there.

“Please!” I cried. I gripped his hair tightly, arching my back so that I would press harder against him. I needed it. Needed more. The ache inside me was burning with such intensity that I thought I would implode. And then he pulled away, yet again, and I screamed with unsatisfied need.

“Such a good girl,” he said. “I almost don’t want to do this to you, but I’ve been waiting and I don’t think I can wait another week.”

His fingers slid into me as he sucked my clit, and I burst into a second orgasm.

“Mmmm.” His lips hummed against me as I came again and again, rolling my hips against his needy mouth.

His tongue circled my swollen, pulsing sex as I cried out in ecstasy. White light blossomed in my vision. In the darkness of the blindfold, I was surrounded with the light of exploding pleasure, the release of tension.

I rolled my hips against, wanting his fingers deeper in me. No, it wasn’t his fingers that I wanted. He knew as well as I did that nothing he had done so far had truly satisfied me. Even now, with the echoes of my orgasm thrumming through me, I wanted him to push into me with his cock.

“Easy, beautiful,” Jake murmured. I moaned, twisting my body. The silken sheets of the mattress were damp with the moisture from my hot body. Nothing, it seemed, could cool me down. As soon as my orgasm diminished, I felt the ache rise even higher.

“I need it,” I said, my voice hoarse and ragged in the hot air. “Please, please Jake. I need you—”

“Shh,” he said.

I pressed my lips together and made a low noise of need. I could hear his breath growing fast. The pulse of blood through his fingers was almost as fast as my own. He needed it just as badly as I did. And yet—