On the contrary. It threatened to give her the weirdest, most intense orgasm of her life. She could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, and didn’t know whether to fear or welcome it.
“Fuuuccck, Evie. You’re so tight, honey, seriously I can’t—”
“Does it feel good?”
“You know it feels good. I can hardly get a…I don’t even…”
There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sentence. Amusing, but arousing at the same time.
“You feel good to me too,” she said, then sort of knew how his speaking problem felt. Those six words didn’t seem like enough, somehow—they were too limited. They didn’t encompass everything about this experience, like how it thrilled her to see him close his eyes and turn his head to one side.
How it turned her insides to molten lava when his thrusts turned jerky and uneven. He was losing control of himself she suspected, but that was fine. Because the moment he did he got hold of her someplace weird—like the back of her thigh—and yanked on her hard. Hitched her hips up, so that his next thrust sent lightning bolts directly to that slowly building place in her belly.
Now it was her turn to say don’t.
“Oh no no no—that’s too much. No, I can’t. Oh God I can’t, Van—”
“Right there, huh?”
“Yeah it’s right there but just ohhhhh, please.”
“Hold on to me,” he said. “Hold on to me.”
She did. She had to. Everything just felt way, way too intense, and clinging to him seemed to make it somewhat bearable. She pressed her face to his shoulder and got her arms around his big back, then just let him take her as hard as he wanted to, in the exact place he wanted to do it.
And God, it felt like being turned inside out. She almost said it right then—those three words she hadn’t been brave enough to give him before. But if she did, what then? He’d think she’d said it because he was currently giving her the most intense pleasure of her life.
Instead of the real reason—because she did. She did she did she did.
“Van,” she said, then just let the pleasure come.
Though “letting” was perhaps stretching it a bit. She didn’t so much let it go through her as cling to him while it punched a hole through her body, all of it so muted and strange compared to her other orgasms, yet sharply intense at the same time.
She didn’t know how such a thing was possible, but it happened even so. And all the way through she hung on fiercely, most of her moans more like grunts. Thighs squeezing too tightly around his body. Hands grasping at parts of him she probably shouldn’t have been grasping.
And best of all—she felt herself clench down hard, on his still-working cock.
“Oh Jesus, Evie,” he panted, almost automatically. Swiftly followed by a tightening of his grip on her back, her ass. His face pressing against the side of hers, as he moaned all hot and wet right into her skin.
He was going over, she could tell. But just in case she wasn’t entirely sure he gave her a brief and helpful tutorial.
“Ohhh that’s it, oh fuck I’m coming,” he said, as his cock swelled inside her. As his thrusts turned even jerkier, some of them lasting for what seemed like days, others over in a heartbeat.
Then finally, he was still. Or at least, as still as somebody could be after something like that. Long after it was over, he still shuddered against her. His breathing still came heavy and hard, and every now and then his cock would jerk into her. As though the aftershocks called for just a little more sensation, to ease them up and out.
She understood, however. Most of her felt almost exactly the same. Even when she didn’t want it to, her pussy kept clenching around him. And though he felt heavy spread over her like this, it was good. Stabilizing, somehow. It kept the strange jitters in, when they threatened to overtake her.
“That was…” he started, after a long, long moment. Of course he took what felt like an even longer moment to finish, which wasn’t good. It just allowed her to add a million different words to the end of his sentence, and none of them were, “Unbelievable.”
Most of them were just responses to the question, Can you file that report? Like okay, all right, sure thing. She didn’t expect the word he actually delivered.
“Really?”
“I’ve collapsed on top of you. How could you doubt it?”
She tried to shrug beneath the weight of him.
“I guess I just didn’t think it would be good, my first time.”
He lifted a little, so he could look at her. Pushed some of the hair back from her face—all of it wet with perspiration. She was a mess, really. A sticky, soggy mess.