“Mayra—”
She thrusts her hips into mine, and I stop speaking. “Fuck me,” she says.
How can I say no to that? I lace my fingers with hers, holding her hands against the bed, and I fuck her.
9
Mayra
The first time Philip entered me, I thought I saw stars. I was wrong. Now that he’s actually fucking me, I’m seeing galaxies.
He feels so much bigger than that dildo, and even though that little toy gave me the best orgasm of my life, I have a feeling it’s about to get beat out by Philip’s cock. I lock my ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper into me. Every stroke fills me up to the brim, and I feel deliciously stretched, the fiction setting off a wildfire of pleasure inside. Another orgasm is building inside me, and I’m not ready for it. I haven’t even recovered from the last one. But Philip isn’t going to stop, and I don’t want him to.
Sex has never felt this good—nothing has ever felt this good. And there’s a part of my brain that wonders if I was never bad at sex, that I had just never encountered someone that truly aroused me. And if that’s true, then there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m still not totally convinced, but I know I’m going to think about it later. Right now I can’t think because the way Philip is moving inside me doesn’t let me think about anything but the pleasure radiating through me.
The tip of his cock is striking a place deep inside me that’s making me shiver. I never even knew that place existed, but he found it and now it’s screaming his name. Sounds are working themselves up from inside me, and I fight to keep them inside out of instinct. He can’t hear me, how much I feel. It’s too much, too good, oh god.
A moan escapes me, and I hear Philip curse. I’m on the very edge of another orgasm, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. I pull his face to mine, crushing his lips, breathing him in. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and force his body against mine. I’m craving his skin and I want him everywhere. The added contact makes him brush against my clit and my orgasm rolls over me like a wave. I gasp, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. The taste of me is still on his tongue, and I love that. My back arches off the bed, my body’s attempt to take him deeper inside.
The pleasure has peaked, but unlike a normal wave, it hasn’t subsided. I’m swept away in the high of pleasure, floating on this bright sea. If I could, I would exist forever in this moment—exquisite pleasure sizzling through my nerves. My body goes slack, and I feel Philip’s hands on my body. He runs his hands down my sides, curls them under my back, tilts my hips up so he has a better angle for his thrusts. I’m still in the hazy aftermath of orgasm, and I’m perfectly happy to have him inside me. It feels good, and I savor the feeling of being full. It feels like a balm after weeks of feeling utterly empty.
Something touches my over-sensitive clit, and my eyes fly open to find Philip grinning. He brushes his thumb over me again, and I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of me as my own voice. He does it again, and I feel a fierce bolt of pleasure. I shake my head, it’s too much too soon. I’ve never had this many orgasms in such a short time. I don’t think my body can do it. Philip slows down his pace, instead focusing on my clit. “I said don’t hold back.” His voice is deep, and it draws me to those eyes. I could get lost in their color.
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he says, squeezing my clit between two fingers, “Let me hear you.” He thrusts into me, and stays. I can feel the skin of his thighs pressed against mine, and this feeling of fullness, of closeness, it’s almost too much.
A finger circling my clit. I groan, “I can’t come again.”
Another thrust, another circle. “You can,” his eyes don’t leave mine. “And you will.”
He starts to thrust again at full speed, and his fingers don’t leave my clit. My nerves are overwhelmed, and I cry out, my voice echoing around the room. I clamp my mouth shut, only to hear Philip’s voice in my ear. “Let it out. Let me hear you.”
I’m drowning in sensation—friction and fullness and bursting fireworks, all spinning through me and making me dizzy. He doesn’t stop and I curse because I don’t want him to stop. What felt like too much a moment is suddenly everything I want. My hands are grabbing the blankets, and I’m begging him to make me come, because this orgasm is bigger than the ones before. I can feel it coming, a wave like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Philip slams deep inside me, and I recognize his frenzy—he’s close too.
With a sudden burst of speed, Philip drives me over the edge. I hear myself scream, the orgasm roaring in my ears as I come. My pussy contracts, squeezing his cock and I feel him come too, hear him groaning as he empties himself. I go blind with the pleasure rushing through my body, able only to feel. The muscles of my body are shaking, every nerve alive and feeling, an earthquake only my body can feel.
The high passes slowly, and I come back into my body. Philip is beside me now, and I’m lying on his chest. I don’t remember getting there, but I don’t care. My body feels limp—wrung out and exhausted with pleasure. I feel Philip’s chest rise and fall beneath my head, and I take the little energy I have to run my fingers along his stomach. He didn’t give me a chance to admire him when he stripped, but he’s just as gorgeous as I thought he would be. The kind of body being a soldier and a rock climber will give you. I like how solid it is.
I close my eyes, and a sudden wave of tiredness rolls over me. I remember I didn’t sleep well because I was thinking about this moment, and now that it’s here the temptation to sleep is great. But I don’t want to sleep, because I need to know if it was good for him. I need to know what he thought about it. His chest starts to vibrate, and I realize he’s laughing. A sinking feeling seeps into my gut. “What’s so funny?” I ask, my voice smaller than I would like.
He edges out from underneath me, instead propping himself up on his elbow beside me. “I was just wondering why on earth you went to a sex class. Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad you did or this wouldn’t have happened, but why?”
“What do you mean?” I shake my head a little. The question pops into my head again, maybe I wasn’t good at sex before because I’d never actually had good sex. But I want to hear what he means.
He laughs again. “Well you certainly don’t need any tips when it comes to sex. Or blowjobs.” He presses his lips against my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
I blush, a warmth spreading through my stomach, and he chuckles again. “I’m glad you liked it,” I say.
“Are you going to tell me why you left?” His hand is on my hip, drawing lazy circles, and I like the way it feels.
The words don’t come easily, and I find myself avoiding his eyes. “I—” I have to clear my throat, my entire body flushing from embarrassment and the difficulty of saying this out loud. “I was recently in a relationship,” I say, taking a steadying breath, “When he broke up with me, he told me that is was because of the sex—that I was bad at it. Blowjobs especially.” I glance up at Philip, and there’s no smile on his face anymore. Instead there’s shock, and I see a spark of growing anger in his eyes. I look away again. “He told me that the rest of me didn’t make up for how bad I was in bed.”
Suddenly Philip’s lips are on mine, and I’m overwhelmed by the fierceness of his kiss. His body presses mine down into the mattress, and his arms lock me against him. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open them. This kiss stirs something in me, an ache deep in my chest. It’s a feeling I don’t recognize, and I’m not sure I want it to leave. He barely lets me breathe, and I feel lightheaded when he breaks away. I’ve never been kissed like that, and I wouldn’t mind being kissed like that forever. I manage to open my eyes, and when I do Philip’s face is close. He speaks before I can ask him why he just kissed me like the world was ending.
“Your ex is a fucking idiot,” he says, voice forceful. “You are exquisite, and sexy. And aside from your pussy, your mouth is the best thing that’s ever happened to my cock.”
I laugh, the way he phrased that making me smile, but he doesn’t smile.
“Anyone who would make someone like you feel like that doesn’t deserve to be called a man,” he says, pressing another, gentler, kiss to my lips. “And anyone lucky enough to share your bed should consider themselves a lucky bastard.”
My breath catches, because I know that he’s completely serious. “You think you’re a lucky bastard?” I ask.
“I think I’m the luckiest of bastards. Because if Christa hadn’t asked me to fill in and you hadn’t walked into Pleasure Chest we wouldn’t be here. If that’s not luck, I don’t know what is.”
I think about that. Bryan and I never had sex like this. The sex was good—or I thought it was—but it wasn’t explosive like this. He hadn’t been nearly into things like my blowjobs. The way he and Philip had reacted couldn’t have been more different. In light of the sex I had, new things come to light in my mind. Bryan had largely ignored my breasts unless he decided to fuck them. It’s no wonder that I was surprised by the way that Philip made them feel.