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“Pussy,” I instruct, hurrying to add, “Please. Please use your pussy.” I’ve made it this far. There’s no way I’m losing my release now.
I can’t see her smile, but I can hear it. “Good boy. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”
My “yes” turns into a groan as her heat consumes me. She rides me hard and fast. I can’t stay quiet. No amount of gritting my teeth can keep me from moaning as my orgasm builds. It’s the only thing I can do. I’m incapable of anything else. My brain is short-circuiting.
Her hips start to slow.
No.
“Please,” I don’t even recognize my voice anymore. “Please make me come.”
Her pace increases.
“You’re doing perfect, baby,” that breathless sound is back in her voice.
A shiver runs through me.
“Not yet.” she pants, answering my unspoken question. “I want to come with you.”
My response isn’t even words. It’s something wild clawing its way out of my throat. I’m winding tighter than I ever thought possible, my body shuddering for release.
“Feel so good,” Claire’s struggling to get her words out. “Perfect.”
I’m right there. So close. Drawing on my last bit of cognitive function, I beg for what I’m desperate for.
“Please let me come. Please”
She tightens around me. “Yes. Yes. Come, Shane, fu—“ she cuts off into a yelp, her walls clamping on my cock, arousal surging down my shaft.
I don’t know what I’m saying, just that I’m growling it, unable to keep my hands on the sheets any longer. Grabbing her thighs, I control her motion. She’s still on top, but I’m fucking her. My hips slam into her with frenziedness that nearly unseats her. That’s not happening. Not after all this. I’m not coming anywhere except inside her pulsing, hungry cunt.
Holding her on me, I explode as she continues to writhe through her release. Claire screams. My cock’s throbbing triggers another orgasm or maybe prolongs the current one. I don’t know what’s happening beyond the fact that I’m coming, harder than I ever knew I could come. Even harder than the first time I fucked her in the woods.
I don’t know how long it lasts, but when it’s over, I feel wrung out, a blissful exhaustion settling into my bones. She’s draped across my chest, our hearts racing one another. We stay there for a minute, or maybe five, then she breaks the silence. “Was that okay?”
Was that okay? Hot showers are okay. Baked potatoes are okay. That was drugs. I would burn down my life for that kind of soul-shaking pleasure.
“Shane?”
In my reckoning, I didn’t answer her. My voice comes gravelly and somehow fast.
“Yes. That was …” I don’t know what to say. I don’t have the words.
“Not too much?” There’s amusement in her voice like she knows she just up-ended my world, the way she always does.
“No. It was perfect.” Again, I feel like I need to say more, but I’ve got nothing.
“Okay.” She kisses my chest, then untangles herself. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up.”
“Yeah.”
My body feels like it’s sinking into a warm bath, relaxation sweeping through my muscles. I can’t keep my eyelids open. Don’t want to. I want to marinate in this peacefulness. I drift off before she’s back from the bathroom, thinking about our plans for tomorrow.
***
Claire
“Did you pack the bug spray?” Shane asks. He begins to fuss with my pack as if he might unzip it and start rummaging. That’s not happening. Everything is situated how I want it. I spin away from him, laughing at his frustrated huff.
