Seven(15)

She stretched leisurely and released a contented sigh. Then glanced over at Owen and tried not to snicker.

He didn’t look nearly as happy or tranquil as she was. His naked body was drenched in sweat. His features were tense—jaw clenched painfully and eyes tightly shut. And his still erect cock was resting against his belly. Not noticing her scrutiny, he moved his hand down to give a couple of rough squeezes to the base of his erection.

Despite her urge to gloat, she had to admire his strength of will. Clearly this was a concrete case of mind over matter. He was obviously close to the bounds of his restraint, barely reining himself in but not yet willing to let go.

She felt kind of sappy at how hard he was trying to hold back his release long enough to give her three more orgasms. He’d always been stubborn and strong—and had never yielded to defeat without a fight. She loved that about him.

No. That was definitely the wrong word. Nothing in their relationship allowed her to love anything about him. She just liked that about him. A lot.

Plus, this was a wager. No matter how mushy she felt—and no matter how much pleasure he had given her—she wasn’t about to let him win.

Which meant she had to encourage him to let go.

She also needed to remind herself that she was in control of her emotions, her decisions, her life—whether he was in it or not.

She took another minute to work up enough energy and determine an appropriate strategy, but soon she felt both inspired and invigorated. She pulled herself up to her knees, scooted over until she was kneeling between his legs, and looked down at his gorgeous, supine body. Then reached out and took his cock gently in her hands.

He opened his eyes and watched her carefully. Very slowly, she brushed her fingers along his hard length with the faintest of touches. Because she was studying his face, she saw him swallow hard in response.

She started to change positions—leaning over to brace herself with her hands on the mattress so she could crawl up to straddle his pelvis—but in doing so her face moved down toward his groin. Before she could register that this might look suspicious, Owen was gripping her firmly by the shoulders, heaving her up. “Oh, no,” he warned. “Do not dare.”

Giggling, she explained, “I wasn’t going down on you. I promise. I’ve decided I’d be stupid to work against you in this. After all, seven orgasms are seven orgasms, and I’d be a fool to complain. I was just trying to get into position.” It wasn't entirely the truth, but it was close enough to be convincing.

Still watching her warily, he asked, “What position?” He was acting like, at any second, she might ruthlessly assault him with her mouth and bring an abrupt end to his ambitions. “No cheating.”

She was pretty sure they’d never agreed that her giving him oral sex was a form of cheating in this game, but she didn’t argue with his demand. Knew he’d oppose anything that would so easily make him come. She had a strategy already worked out. She would have to go about this in a much more discreet way if she wanted it to work. She had to get them far enough along before Owen realized what was happening. Otherwise she might not be able to make him come before he wanted to.

“I wanted to be on top this time.” She smiled at him innocently and scooted her body forward until she was hovering over his pelvis, her legs folded on either side of his hips.

His face relaxed slightly. “In that case…” he murmured, moving his hands up to curve around her butt.

He was making this way too easy for her. She almost felt guilty about her underhanded intentions.

Almost. But this was a challenge, after all. This wasn’t cheating by any rules they’d ever agreed to. And all she’d be doing was giving Owen an incredible orgasm.

And making sure she felt in control of the dangerous feelings lurking in the back of her mind.

Why should he possibly object to that?

She leaned over and lifted his cock so she could line it up at her entrance. Breathing out, she lowered herself over it, felt his hard flesh push inside her.

Owen squeezed his eyes closed as her tight pussy sheathed him, and he released a breathless little sound of tortured pleasure.

She chuckled huskily and brought her hands forward so she could cup his face. “You all right, baby?” she inquired in her throatiest voice. She had never called him “baby” before, but she thought it might sound extra sexy.

He opened his eyes, either at the question or the endearment. Because she had poised herself appropriately, he was greeted by the sight of her gently swaying breasts and soft fall of hair.

Owen groaned and shifted his eyes away from her. “Fuck,” he muttered, “You’re killing me, love.” She could feel how tense he was in the muscles of his face, and then in his chest and belly as she ran her hands down over his body. “I hope you appreciate all the torture I'm going through for you.”