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Once more he does it, and by this time I’m so hot I think I’m going to self-combust. I try to slide my hand between my legs to relieve myself, but he moves it away. “Titus…” I whisper, my chest heaving with big, deep breaths, my limbs trembling. “Please…”
“All right, honey, but hang on, it’s going to be a strong one.” He flicks his tongue over my clit a few times. Then finally covers it with his mouth and gently sucks.
I wait for the orgasm to hit like a truck, but it doesn’t; it blooms like a flower opening up and reacting to the warmth of the sun. Pleasure radiates through me, and I cry out at the intensity of it, then shudder as the pulses claim me. Oh God, he was right, it’s so powerful, and by the time they release me, I’m exhausted, hot and sweaty and gasping for breath.
I lie there, panting, as he kisses up my body. I’m powerless to stop as he kisses my breasts, then finally crushes his lips to mine. I moan as he delves his tongue into mouth.
“Now I’m going to make love to you,” he murmurs, pushing up my knees and sliding the tip of his erection down through my folds. He rocks his hips, and I’m so wet and swollen that he slides inside me in one easy thrust.
“I’m going to do it super slowly, until you come again,” he promises, kissing my eyelids, my brow, my cheekbones.
I give a long, heartfelt groan. “Oh my God, stop torturing me, I can’t bear it. This is so unfair.”
He stops moving. After a few seconds, I open my eyes and look up into his.
“Seriously,” he says. “You’re complaining about the number of orgasms I’m giving you?”
My lips part, and I fumble for words, trying not to laugh. “No, I meant… um…”
“Right.” He withdraws and grabs my left arm. I giggle and try to remove it, but he rolls me onto my front easily, and positions himself between my legs. He’s heavy on top of me, and I have no chance of fighting him off.
“Titus!” I can’t do anything for laughing. “I’m sorry.”
He slides the tip of his erection down until he enters me, then pushes forward, burying himself deep inside. I squeal, then give a long moan at the sensation of being filled so completely. “Yeah…” I whisper, “go for it.” He’s fired up now, and I’ll be happy if he takes his pleasure from me, as it’ll probably only take him thirty seconds, and then I can go to sleep.
But he lowers his mouth to my ear and murmurs, “Oh no, you don’t get away that easily. I’m going to fuck you until you come, Heidi Rose.”
I groan. “I’m spent. You’ll come before I do.”
“Oh, I can promise you that won’t happen. I can go on all night. So you’d best relax and just let it happen.”
I rest my forehead on my hands, realizing he’s serious. “I can’t. I’m exhausted.”
He rocks his hips, then pushes forward, burying himself so deep inside me that I squeal. “Are you trying to spear me to the bed?” I say over my shoulder.
He pulls down a pillow. “Bite on this if you need to.”
I flop onto it. “I’m going to sleep.”
He chuckles and starts thrusting. “You’re welcome to try.”
Of course, there’s absolutely no chance for me to doze off, because he plunges deep into me, while he slides a hand beneath me to caress my breast and tug on my nipple.
“Ah Heidi…” he mutters, kissing my neck, and then he turns my face toward him and crushes his lips to mine. He’s totally overwhelming my senses: the smell of his aftershave mixed with the scent of sexy hot male, the taste of his mouth, the heaviness of him on top of me, the feel of him inside me.
I’m convinced I can’t come again—it doesn’t matter what he does, I’m finished. But then he moves his hand down between my legs, his fingers finding my clit, and oh my God, despite my protestations that I’m done, the first flickers of pleasure flare inside me, and I moan.
“Come on, Countess,” he whispers, starting to move faster. “Come for me. You know you want to.”
“I can’t…”
He kisses my cheek, my ear. “Yes you can. Do it for me.”
It’s so hot, and our skin is sticking together, peeling apart whenever he moves. The fact that I’m powerless to stop him is somehow such a turn-on that all it does is increase my passion. The air is filled with the sound of sex, his hips meeting my butt with a smack, the slick sound of him inside me, his deep groans, and the gasps that he forces from my lips with each thrust.
I’m going to come again. I can feel the pleasure gathering in my stomach, building up, and I bury my face in the pillow.
He obviously senses it because his hips move faster, pumping hard, and that’s it, I can’t control it, it’s like a hot desert wind blowing across me, a pleasurable sirocco, and I cry out with each powerful pulse, consumed by exquisite gratification. Propped on his hands, he thrusts me through it, until I’m a quivering heap of bliss.
