Seven(16)

Despite her plan to move into things gradually, her body tightened involuntarily around him at the outrageousness of this remark. He’d spoken as if he was doing this for her—when he’d already told her straight out that he wasn’t. No matter how much he happened to please her along the way, he’d made it very clear he was doing this to win.

Which meant she didn’t have to feel guilty for doing anything she had to do to keep him from winning.

He grunted harshly as her inner muscles clenched around him. “Watch it,” he said, his entire body jerking at the sudden pressure. “Or this will be over before it’s started.”

“Before it’s started? I thought we started at 2:10.” Amy stroked playfully over the lower part of this damp stomach.

He was clearly trying to make his mind work at its normal speed and acuteness, but his eyes were glazed over. “Right,” he mumbled, obviously unable to come up with a clever response. “I meant this time. You want to come again, don’t you? In case you hadn’t realized it, I’m rather close to losing it.”

“Really?” Amy breathed, hiding a smile. She slid her hands up to fondle his nipples. “You’re doing so well. I’m sure you can hold out for three more orgasms.”

She could tell he was getting suspicious—even desire this strong couldn’t turn off all of his mental faculties—so she didn’t give him time to think. Started rocking back and forth.

Owen released his breath with a little moan and clutched at her hips.

Amy wasn’t planning to come again—four orgasms were quite enough to satisfy her physical needs and to stroke his swollen ego—but she’d always loved being astride him so she relaxed her body and enjoyed the feelings.

“Good,” Owen said hoarsely, his neck arching back in a way that tilted his face away from her. “Good, baby. That’s it.” He was trying to guide her motion with his hands, and she decided he might lose control faster if she let him have his way. So she followed his urging, made circular movements with her hips. Moaned softly.

The pleasure was real and was slowly building up into a deep pressure inside her. Her previous orgasms actually seemed to have made coming again easier—as if her body was now primed and ready, and the slightest stimulation could push her over the edge. She had to be careful or else she would beat Owen to climax.

It wasn’t often that a woman would try her best not to orgasm, but these were unusual circumstances.

“Owen,” she gasped, straightening her spine and letting her head fall backwards. “God, Owen!” She told herself that these impassioned exclamations were purely to turn Owen on even more, but she couldn’t quite convince herself. She hadn’t intended to say anything. Certainly not what she said next. “You feel so good.”

“Yes,” Owen hissed, staring at her hotly, directing the motion of her pelvis with his strong hands. “That’s right. Come, Amy. Come for me again.”

It wouldn’t take very much more of this erotic stimulation before she would, so she focused—not on her pleasure—but on what was most essential. Her victory. Decided she better speed things up before her priorities got rearranged.

Instead of rocking rhythmically and grinding over him, Amy started moving over his cock, using her thighs to lever herself up and down. In this way, she quickly developed a rapid pumping motion.

“Fuck,” Owen choked, trying to hold her still. His tight grip was painful but failed to prevent her from riding him hard. “I can’t…” He sucked in a harsh breath and twisted his features with effort. She could feel that the muscles of his belly were rock hard as her hands pushed down on him for leverage. “Amy, wait. I can’t…”

His eyes were wild and desperate, and Amy knew exactly what he couldn’t do.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and she didn’t want him to.

She was breathless now and not just from the renewed exertion. But fortunately the sudden change in stimulation had interrupted her rising climax. She bounced over him, noticing with a naughty thrill how his eyes lowered from her blazing face to her shaking breasts. Her movements were growing sloppy and uncontrolled, but she knew precision didn’t matter now as much as speed and intensity. Her thighs were starting to burn, but she knew she was driving Owen crazy.

“Amy,” he said in a thick voice. “Amy, love, I can’t…” He couldn’t finish the sentence because she started to squeeze her muscles around him.

Letting out an agonized burst of sound, Owen’s legs bent up involuntarily, his knees lifting and heels sliding toward his body as he tried to maintain his control. “Amy. What…”