I cupped her again and moved her back and forth on my hand, making sure to grind the palm of my hand into that place I could feel throbbing through her panties.
“I’m going to . . . I’m . . .” She was writhing against my hand, pushing herself back and forth against it, almost bucking her hips. It was so fucking hot.
“So stop speaking and come,” I said, and then gripped her tighter and pounded my palm into her as fast as this position would allow. I watched her face. Her eyes shut tight, creases forming on her forehead. Her mouth dropped open as she panted, hyperventilated and her fingers dug into the wooden shelves, making them shake before her entire body stiffened and then froze, as if she was suspended in a moment of pure pleasure. And then she let out a moan so loud, long and guttural I almost came in my pants. Her body twitched against me, and I dragged my palm up and down once more to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could, which it clearly did, her body giving a few more shudders before going limp.
CHAPTER 36
Ash
I stayed pressed up against the door in total shock. Shock was the main emotion I was feeling now, other than pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure until the waves had petered out and I was left trembling.How the hell had he done that?He hadn’t even touched me, not really, anyway. He’d let me go now and was kissing my stomach, kissing further and further up my body. He planted soft kisses between my breasts, and then kissed around each one. He kissed my neck and then, finally, brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me slowly and gently. So slowly and gently that I felt dizzy, like I was falling. Falling into him and his kiss. He pulled away and looked me deep in the eyes and my chest felt as if it had cracked open.
“At least we’ve fixed that part of it,” he said.
I was too stupefied to talk. My tongue did not work anymore. Nothing worked. And so I just nodded at him.
“Sorry about the dress.” He tried to pull it closed, but all except one button was gone. “I’ll buy you another one.”
I shook my head. It was so not necessary to buy me another one. So not necessary at all.
“I just couldn’t get to you fast enough,” he said, drawing soft circles on my chest and then tracing his fingers over my collarbone. I nodded. My body was still trembling and I’d never, ever, experienced anything like that. Not even one of my many vibrators did that to me. That was better than any orgasm I could ever give myself. He was still touching my body—his hands had not left it—and with each brush of his fingertips, I was starting to get turned on all over again.
“Ready for the next one?” he asked me, and my body jerked at the thought.
I finally managed to speak. “You’ve already given me one.”
“Only one kind of one.” He smiled at me, hot and filthy and sexy.
“One kind?”
“The next kind is going to feel very, very different. And as for these panties”—he pulled at them—“they’re going to have to go.”
I nodded at him stupidly. He could probably do anything to me right now—anything—and I would let him. Well, exceptthat.He pulled my panties down and they fell onto the floor, then without warning, he put his hand under my left knee and pulled my leg up. I felt so naked and exposed now as I felt the cold air rush up my skirt and into me. What was he going to do? I waited with anticipation, but I didn’t have to wait long. He slowly slipped a finger into me and my entire body shuddered.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, and I clenched around his finger at those words, the hottest words that had ever been spoken to me. He slid his finger in and out a few times before stopping all movement and staying in. His finger was still, but applied a constant growing pressure to what was clearly my G-spot. The elusive g-spot that most men did not know how to find, had been found in one second by Max. Found almost entirely in the dark, in a broom closet. He applied more pressure and my internal muscles started clenching. I had no control over them at all. He increased the pressure until I felt so filled up by him. He was inside my body and it felt amazing. He lifted my leg up higher and pushed even more. Oh my God, I didn’t think he could make me feel any better in this moment if he tried. But when he slipped another finger into me and then turned them around inside me and hooked them around that spot and started pulling and pushing his fingers back and forth, I thought I was going to die and then black out. The movements started out slowly, until they built up in speed. A hard, fast internal massage of a part I hadn’t even known existed inside me. I ground into him, forcing him deeper. I had no inhibitions anymore. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his wrist pushing him in faster.
“You like it hard and fast?”
I nodded at him, panting now as I felt myself building to an orgasm that felt totally, entirely different to the last one. I felt myself slipping into some blissful, orgasm-induced semi-consciousness, until a loud knock on the door snapped me back to reality.
“Okay, you can come out now. The leopard has been scared off.”
“Oh my God!” I tried to push Max out of me as another knock banged the door against my back. “Stop, stop! We can’t . . . not now,” I scream-whispered at Max.
But he didn’t stop. In fact, he started slamming into me harder and harder, the sound of wetness growing with each thrust. The key turned in the door and then Max reached out and grabbed the door handle, slamming the door shut.
“We’re busy in here,” he said loudly, and I almost died of embarrassment.
“Uh . . . Okay! Yes. Fine!” the man said from outside, and then I heard footsteps as he ran away.
“Now, where were we?” Max asked, grabbing my leg and pulling it up even higher, until I was spread wide open for him. He continued to slam his fingers into me. He’d created a steady predictable rhythm, and with each move, I got closer and closer until finally, I broke inside. An earth-shattering feeling ripped me apart from the inside out. I reached down and held him in place and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He pushed a slow steady pressure on me as I came. My head fell forwards, I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, and held my breath until the last of it rippled through my body and finally stopped. He began to pull his fingers out and I gasped. I felt so sensitive now it was almost painful. I winced in what was a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slipped out and dropped my leg back onto the floor.
“Oh my God, how did you get so good at that?” I finally managed to ask.
“Well, after you, and the disaster that it was, I was determined to get better, so I learned about tantric sex.”
I burst out laughing. “Like Sting? So that partistrue, then.” I pulled my skirt down and looked at him. “Just how much tantric sex did you learn, exactly?” I asked, my skin feeling flushed. I felt like I had just run a marathon.
