Seven(14)

“Okay, love?” he asked, in a voice that managed to convey tenderness despite his obvious urgency.

“Yeah,” she gasped, still rocking against him—just more slowly now. “Sorry. Freaked out.”

He bent forward over her again so that his head was hovering at her shoulder. “Look at me,” he whispered gently.

She found enough energy to turn her head, and he kissed her as soon as she did. His kiss was sweet and slow and needy and somehow soothing. Amy used her mouth to cling to his lips for as long as she could.

When he finally drew back and started pumping into her more rapidly, he said, “Try to take full breaths.”

She forced herself to steady her breathing, closing her eyes and trying not to whimper as she got closer and closer to the edge.

“Good. You don’t have to control it. Not with me. Just let go.” His words were encouraging and soothing, but she could tell he had to struggle to keep the vibrator in position.

She breathed in and jerked against him frantically. Breathed out and came hard, before she knew it was coming.

She didn’t scream this time, just released a long moan that was low, broken, and wild. Her body thrashed uncontrollably as the intense pleasure swept her up in a hot rush. Usually, at this point, Owen would freeze, cry out in release, and come with her.

But he didn’t. He kept thrusting against her clenching muscles, kept pushing the vibrator against her with agonizing insistence. He did cry out—but it was from effort, not pleasure.

Before she could collect her control, another orgasm rose directly on the heels of the first. The delicious spasms started anew. Pleasure that was only slightly less intense washed over her in another wave, and she bit her bottom lip so hard it hurt.

Amy saw bright spots of light, whether she closed her eyes or left them open, and she was making pathetic whines and moans that sounded like she was enduring torture. She couldn’t keep her body still, couldn’t keep from writhing as the second peak passed, and she began to come down again.

Owen had been practically roaring with his attempt to stop himself from coming but, as her muscle contractions eased up, he must have found enough control to murmur thickly, “That’s right, baby. Once more. Come for me once more.”

It was perhaps the most erotic thing Amy had ever heard in her life.

And combined with the merciless vibrations against her throbbing clit and his ceaseless drives against her g-spot, it pushed her over one more time.

As the third orgasm slammed into her, her throat seemed to close up, and her mouth opened in a silent cry. He was leaning over her now, pushing her forward and down, and she thrashed helplessly beneath his weight and his strength.

He roared out again as her inner muscles clenched hard around his cock. His fingers bit into her skin, and Amy thought for a moment that she might black out.

She didn’t, but she couldn’t take any more of this torturous ecstasy, so she summoned just enough energy to swat the vibrator away. He dropped it on the bed and held her body tightly with both arms.

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Fell forward onto her stomach, and as she did Owen’s cock slid out of her.

With an agonized groan, he rolled over and collapsed onto the bed beside her. When she managed to turn her head, she noticed that he was still erect, his cock bobbing slightly with his heavy breathing and dripping with her juices. His lower belly and thighs were moist as well.

“Whoa!” she gasped, her voice cracking on the word. “That was some orgasm.”

“What do you mean some orgasm?” Owen demanded weakly. His eyes were closed and his features both drained and tense. “That was three of them.”

She tried to snort. “Nope,” she lied. “Just one.” She was starting to get seriously worried about the victory she’d been so sure of.

“I know perfectly well when you come. That was three in a row.” His voice was rough and fatigued, and he opened one eye to glare at her unpleasantly.

“Just one really long one. Three in a row like that is impossible.”

He did a pretty good attempt at a sneer. “Just because you’ve never experienced something before doesn’t mean it’s impossible. I think we’ve just proven that it is possible.”

Amy huffed, but her body was limp, pleased, and sated. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so physically satisfied in her life. “Number two,” she insisted, without much conviction.

“You’re not convincing anyone. That was two, three, and four.”

Amy sighed. That was what she’d been afraid of.





Five




They both lay panting on the bed, taking a couple of minutes to catch their breath and recover their senses, but soon Amy had sunk into a state of blissfully sated fatigue. She didn’t feel very sore yet—Owen, as promised, had been as careful as possible—and she was still throbbing pleasantly between her legs. Not from need or urgency now but with tingling little aftershocks.