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“Brian,” she whispered urgently.
He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her lips. He groaned, his teeth clenched, lip curled. “God, this feels fantastic,” he murmured. “Skin on skin. Warm, soft velvet al around me. I want to be inside of you forever.”
That was the difference. No condom.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Oh,” she gasped. “Brian. Brian? I think. I think I’m gonna…”
“Just let go, baby. I’l make you come again. You don’t have to hold back.”
“You don’t un-understand. This…”
She bore down on his c**k as if trying to pee, and wasn’t disappointed. A hard, pulsating orgasm gripped her insides. She cried out. So much different than a clitoral orgasm. Primal in intensity. Every organ in her lower body clenched in hard spasm, relaxed, clenched again. Fucking fantastic.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched off the bed. He held her back with one hand until the orgasm subsided.
“What happened there?” he whispered.
When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at his concerned face.
“That felt different, Myrna. You okay?”
“I’m better than okay.” She grinned. “Ever hear of female ejaculation?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “I thought that was a myth.”
She laughed brokenly, almost maniacal y. “Did that feel like a myth to you?’
He grinned. “No, actual y…”
“Without a condom, the head of your c**k rubs my g-spot every time you pul out and thrust inside me. It’s as if we were—”
“Made for each other.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?”
He scowled. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous.”
She touched his face. Such a romantic. “Why are you taking a break, Brian? I thought you wanted to come inside me.”
“I already did.”
“You did?”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart. That was al you. Do you want to be on top for a while? I’m getting light-headed.”
On top? When she was on top, she always came twice as often. She didn’t know if she could handle his vibrating c**k ring in that position. She was wil ing to endure it for his sake, however.
“Yeah, okay.”
He pul ed out slowly, wincing when he fel free of her body, and rol ed onto his back. She hadn’t just been imagining that his c**k was thicker than usual. Pulsating. The skin strained over thick veins, its head an angry purple.
“That Beast real y is going to tear me in half today. No wonder you’re light-headed.”
She sucked the head of his c**k into her mouth and cradled his nuts in her hand, massaging gently. He groaned. He shifted toward the side table drawer and searched blindly for something. After a moment, he pressed something into her hand. “Put that inside me.”
She examined the smal object. Black. About the size of her thumb. She released the head of his c**k from her mouth and squeezed his bal s until he gasped in pain. When she released them, he groaned.
“A butt plug? You are a little kinky, aren’t you, Master Sinclair?”
He hesitated and then lifted his head to look at her. “Does it bother you? I can put it away.” His hand extended toward her to take it back.
She rol ed her eyes at him and stretched out on her bel y, her face between his legs. His body jerked when she thrust her tongue into his ass. She licked him eagerly, wetting the area with her saliva until he dripped with the moisture from her mouth.
“Oh God, Myr,” he gasped. “My c**k is in desperate need of attention.”
She squeezed his nuts again, but ignored his engorged member, as she thrust her tongue in and out of his ass. If she touched his cock, he’d explode, and she’d promised him that he could come inside her—not on his own bel y. When his thighs began to tremble, she decided he’d had enough and slid the plug into his ass. He tensed. Groaned. Shuddered. God, she wanted to ride him. She crawled up his body and straddled his hips, guiding his rock hard c**k inside. She gritted her teeth and sank down, taking him al at once. He arched his back and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Ah, f**k, Myrna. Fuck.”
She slid up his pole.
His back arched more. His entire body trembled. She took him deep again, the vibrating c**k ring stimulating her clit. She shuddered, rising and fal ing faster. She raked her nails down his bel y. He convulsed. Chanted her name. Writhed in ecstasy. She’d never seen a guy get off so hard. It excited her beyond anything in her experience. He began to drive himself up into her, lifting his hips up off the mattress, as if he was unable to keep them stil . He thrust. Thrust. Thrust up into her like an animal. Gasps and groans punctuated each thrust as they strained against each other, both close to letting go. When her body shuddered with release, he grabbed her hips and held her down as he came, spurting inside her, his body tense, face contorted with pleasure. He forgot to breathe.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
After a long moment, he inhaled deeply and relaxed into the bed, stil shuddering. She fel forward, col apsing on top of him. His arm wrapped around her back.
She turned her head so she could look at him.
He panted unevenly to catch his breath, a delirious smile on his face. “That…” he murmured, “that…”
“Was fantastic.”
“There are no words.”
“Did it live up to your expectations? Coming inside me, I mean.”
He opened his eyes. “You have to ask? I think we created our own supernova with that explosion.”
She grinned at him. “But you didn’t hear any music that time?”
“I heard an entire symphonic orchestra.” He laughed. “I’m not sure if I can use it. We’l have to take it down a notch if I’m going to get any writing done for the band.”
She lifted her head and pouted down at him. “You don’t real y mean that, do you?”
“Yeah, I do. I don’t think I can stand to come that hard more than once or twice a day.”
She sighed. “I guess I’l have to learn to live with it.” She ducked her head to hide a grin and kissed his shoulder tenderly. He rol ed her onto her back and removed his hardware, tossing the items back into the drawer. He settled down amongst the pil ows and held his arms open. “Come here, baby,” he whispered, almost asleep. “I want to hold you.”