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“Oh, it is. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, and I feel like an asshole for not reaching out to you sooner, for not contacting you. I’m really sorry about that. I know I’ve already said it, but I mean it, Kiri. I’m so sorry about that.”
I reached out and squeezed her hand and said something that I never thought I would say, “It’s fine, Echo. It was a long time ago, and I’m over it. Mostly.”
She looked up at me through dark eyelashes, her expression vulnerable and unsure. “Is there anything I can do to help you get over it?”
I raised and lowered my eyebrows suggestively. “I think you’re already on your way.”
“Is that so?” She took the tray and set it on my dresser along with the water bottles. “Then I’d better get back to work.”
By the sixth orgasm, I decided I was over the past with Echo. Sure, we still had our rivalry, and that wasn’t going anywhere, and she still pushed my buttons, but I was moving on from that past hurt.
“You ready for something fun?” she asked, fetching the lube and the little plug.
“I’m calling 911, because you are attempting a murder via orgasm,” I said. My body was drenched in sweat and I was going to need a shower before I could collapse in exhaustion. I didn’t know where her energy came from, but I was living for it.
“I just want you to remember me, that’s all.” She lubed up the toy and I closed my eyes as she prepped me, but opened them to watch her. I wanted this burned into my memory so I could never forget it.
“Okay, tell me if you want to stop anytime. I’ll try and be gentle,” she said.
“Echo, this isn’t my first butt-plug rodeo. I’ve ridden before. Many times.”
She burst out laughing and it took her a while to recover.
“I’m sorry, that was hilarious. I’m sorry. I’ll get serious and sexy again.” She used the hand that wasn’t holding the lubed plug to wipe a few tears from her eyes.
“Hey, if you can’t laugh during sex, what is even the point?” We’d had a lot of nervous giggles those first few times, and when we’d gotten a little more comfortable, there was a shared intimacy in our jokes.
“True enough. You ready?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said.
Echo rubbed my leg as she teased my ass with the plug, then dipped the absolute tip in, and out, and in. Incoherent sounds came from my mouth as I did whatever I could to beg her for more. No, she was Echo Rosenthal, hot and mean, and she’d turned the mean all the way up.
I was practically sobbing by the time she pushed the plug all the way inside me. The sensation was so much, and then she put her fingers inside me too, and the combined pressure from both places was too much and I came again, harder than I ever had in my entire life. Harder than I knew was possible. There were stars and fireworks and explosions and it was all so good, and so much and I let myself just drown in it, because what else was I going to do? I gave myself over to pleasure, and pleasure alone, and it gripped me until it had wrung me completely out, and there was nothing left but a buzzing my ears and soft tingles all over my skin.
I whimpered as she slowly pulled the plug from my body and took it to the bathroom to wash. When she came back, it was with a wipe to clean me off a little.
“I’m dead. This is my corpse talking.” I could barely even keep my eyes open.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Kiri. So fucking beautiful.” I opened my eyes and found her gazing down at me with a look that made me feel a whole lot of things I wasn’t ready to feel.
“I’m so sweaty.” Even my fingers were damp.
“Sweaty and gorgeous. Come on, let’s get you clean.” Echo pulled me to my feet and marched me to the bathroom where she turned on the shower and shoved me in.
It was a quick shower, but Echo was so tender, a contrast to the way she’d been with me earlier, making me come. She washed the product out of my hair and made sure every inch of me was soaped and rinsed.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked, and she gave me a shocked look.
“I just made you come like ten times, Kiri, and you’re asking why I’m being nice? What is your definition of nice?” She slicked my hair back from my face so it lay flat on my head.
I let my hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer. One of the best parts of this house was the huge walk-in shower that had room enough for several people to be comfortable.
“I don’t know. It’s just a lot to adjust to. Tonight has been a lot,” I said.
It really had been. So much, so fast.
“Well, I figured it was now or never because we have to get on a plane on Thursday and then we’ll be in competition mode and I have to go back to pretending to dislike you in public.”
