Page 27 of Little Shake of Salt

I needed something to fill me. Every part of me was alive from head to toe. My blood pumped, my hands cupping my breasts as Marina took the first large round pearl.

Her eyes batted to mine and she smiled as she pressed the smooth, cool pearl against my opening. I groaned as she started to push, my hips bucking as it stretched me. She took her time teasing me, her mouth settling over my clit.

“Marina,” I cried.

“Embrace the pleasure.”

It was too much. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I was on fire and the pearl wasn’t even completely inside me yet. I was drenched, her tongue working my clit in slow agonizing circles as she gave the pearl another push.

I arched up, but her other arm clamped over my pelvis, keeping me from writhing away.

All I had to do was take it, andgods.I’d never felt something so torturously pleasurable before in my life.

With one more push, I took all of the first pearl. It was lodged inside me, stretching my pussy around the girth of it. Tiny convulsions rocked through me as Marina’s tongue kept teasing my clit, and then—I felt a second pearl against my opening.

Just how many could I take? I wasn’t sure. But I was greedy and I wanted more.

My cry bounced around us as I took all of the second, and then a third. A fourth. I was shaking, my body on fire as if I were in heat. A monstrous kind of heat.

“Marina,” I sobbed, my vision blurred with tears of pleasure.

“Too much? Should I stop?”

“No.”

A fifth pearl was pushed inside me, and now I was completely full. I could take no more. I was stretched to the brink, my walls clutching the pearls, pleasure searing me.

Marina let out a satisfied sound in her throat, and then I heard the softest whisper, feeling her breath against my pussy.

Suddenly, the pearls started vibrating inside me.

I thought I knew what pleasure was. I’d had so many orgasms in my life. I enjoyed sex, both giving and receiving.

But this?

This challenged all I knew about pleasure.

I screamed her name as the pearls vibrated inside me, my fingers gripping the blanket beneath my body. Every thought evaporated as I was consumed, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. Marina kissed up my body as I shook beneath her, her tongue lapping up the salty drops.

My orgasm slammed into me, but it was infinite. It didn’t end, wave after wave crashing into me. Marina kissed back down my body to my clit, her tongue lavishing me as I kept coming until I felt a gush of liquid squirt from me.

She let out a moan as it drenched her, her eyes darkening like a storm. I trembled until finally the vibrations tapered off, and I was left a wet, shaking mess.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I’ve never squirted before.”

She licked my pussy, cleaning me up with moaning sounds. “Use your pelvic muscles to push the pearls out.”

I did as she asked, and one by one, they slipped out of me. Marina took care of putting them away as I drifted off in a blissful state, in awe of what I’d just experienced.

Marina let out a dark chuckle, her hand closing around my ankle. “Can you even move?”

“Maybe,” I croaked.

“I just peeked at what you brought in the bag. I see a tentacle-shaped sex toy and a harness that appears to fit around your hips . . .”

I lifted my head, cracking one eye open. “Give me five minutes to recover from whatever piece of heaven you just gave me, and I’ll fuck you against the wall.”

She offered me a sharp-toothed grin. “Perfect.”