Wallbanger(116)

something fantastic was happening. Color exploded behind my eyelids, bursting brightly into tiny little sensory fireworks as the feeling continued to

spread to every corner of my body. Pure pleasure shot through me, pulsing and slicing, fil ing me up as I shook and shimmied on top of Simon, who

hung on through the entire thing.

I don’t know if he could see the choirs of dirty angels singing, but no matter. I could. And it was the definition of bliss.

O came back, and she brought friends.

Wave after wave crashed through me as Simon and I continued to press and twist, arching into every single one of them. My head was thrown

back as I continued to scream lustful y, not caring who or what could hear me in my own House of Orgasm.

I opened my eyes at one point to see Simon below me, frantic and happy, smiling big as he stayed with me through it al , his strenuous effort

clear across his face as the flour in his hair turned into a wonderful little paste.

He was becoming papier-maché.

Stil onward I thrashed, passing through the land of multiples and into some kind of no man’s land. Passing six and seven, my body became

limp with ecstasy.

But O brought one more friend. She brought along G, the Holy Grail.

Stuttering like an idiot, I grasped hold of Simon, holding on for dear life as the biggest tidal wave of love and toe-curling heat hit me like a ton of

bricks. Sensing I needed help for this one, Simon sat up, which positioned him even more uniquely. He found a spot deep inside, hidden to most,

and he leaned into me, driving himself over and over again as I held my breath and hung on tight.

I final y opened my eyes again, seeing light spark around the room as oxygen rushed back into my system. I babbled incomprehensibly into his

chest as he rocked into me again and again, final y finding his own kind of amazing somewhere deep inside me.

I held onto him, feeling the waves final y retreat, both of us shaking now. As we panted, the pleasure left and the love simply rushed in, fil ing me

back up again. My mouth was too tired to move. He had taken my breath away. So I did the best I could, I placed his hand over my heart and kissed

his sweet face. He seemed to understand, and kissed me back. I hummed with happiness. Humming didn’t take as much effort.

Utterly spent and exhausted, punch drunk and covered in sticky sweat, I lay back against his legs, not caring a bit how contorted and ridiculous

I looked as tension tears ran down the sides of my face and into my ears. Sensing this was not the most comfortable position for me, Simon moved

out from under me and helped to unbend my pretzel legs before cradling me in his arms on the kitchen floor.

We lay quietly, not speaking for a while. I noticed Clive sitting just inside the doorway to the bedroom licking his paws quietly.

Al was good.

When movement seemed possible, I tried to sit up, the room spinning a little. Simon kept one arm around me as we appraised the situation,

the overturned bowls and bottles, the scattered bread, the chaos that was my kitchen. I laughed quietly and turned to him. He watched me with

happy eyes.

“Should we clean this up?” he asked.

“No, let’s shower.”

“’Kay,” he answered, helping me up.

I cracked my back like an old lady, wincing at the good hurt my body felt. I started for the bathroom, then changed direction, heading for the

fridge. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade and tossed it to him. “You’re gonna need it.” I winked, flouncing my apron on my way to the shower. Now that

the O was back, I planned to waste no time in summoning her again.

As Simon fol owed me to the bathroom, taking a swig of Gatorade, Clive suddenly flopped onto the floor, rol ing over on his back. He seemed

to be waving Simon over with his paws. Simon looked at me, and I shrugged. We both looked at Clive, who wiggled on his back, continuing to wave

him over. Simon knelt right next to him, cautiously extending one hand. Winking at me—I swear to Christ he did—Clive wiggled a little closer.

Knowing this could stil be a trap, Simon cautiously reached down and rumpled the fur on his bel y. Clive let him. I even heard a tentative purr.

I left the two boys alone for a moment and went to turn on the shower so it could heat up. I final y got the apron knot undone and was able to

abandon it on the floor. Stepping under the spray, I moaned at the feeling of the warm water hitting my stil -sensitive skin.

“You coming? ’Cause I sure did,” I cal ed over the rush of the shower, laughing at my own joke. A moment later Simon poked back the corner of

the shower curtain to watch me naked and covered in bubbles. He smiled like the devil as he climbed in. I drew in a breath at the sight of ten tiny

punctures in his back, but he laughed it away.

“We’re good. I think we just made friends,” he assured, pul ing me against him and joining me under the water.