An image expands in my mind—Callie and me, alone. Somewhere far from Colorado, where there are no mysteries, no secrets.
Only the two of us. The two of us and our love.
I wish. I wish so hard.
I’m not ready for this to be over. Not even slightly ready.
Quickly I withdraw from her body.
“Donny?”
“It’s okay, baby. Let me love you.”
“I think that’s what you were doing.”
“Remember when I promised you you’re not a one-orgasm woman?”
“You did. I hate to have to prove you wrong.”
“I hate to have to prove you wrong.”
I move on top of her and crush my lips to hers. This time it’s not a gentle kiss. It’s a raw and taking kiss, like our normal kisses. I relish the inside of her mouth, her silky tongue, her sugary flavor. I could kiss her forever, but despite that, I break the kiss and move down her body, stopping briefly at her nipples to suck each one, but then down her belly to her mound, where I spread her legs.
“I’m going to eat you. I’m going to eat you and suck every ounce of juice out of you, Callie. I’m going to make you come. And then I’m going to make you come again. And again. And I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
“Donny, I’m just not—”
“Shh. We’ll see about that.” I close my eyes for a moment and inhale her citrusy musk. She’s so wet, so ready, and my dick—still hard as a rock, of course—throbs between my legs. So easy… It would be so easy to cram it back inside her and take my own pleasure.
But I made a promise. A promise I’m going to fulfill.
I may never get the chance to take Callie’s sweet ass, but I do have the chance to prove to her that she’s capable of more than one orgasm.
I inhale again and then open my eyes. I gaze at the sweet pink pussy before me. So beautiful and so perfect. I could stare at her forever.
I slowly slide my tongue between her folds, lap up some cream. Savor it on my tongue.
Then I close my lips around her clit and suck softly, gently. She undulates beneath me, arching her back, raising her hips. I kiss her inner thighs, give her a few quick love bites. Resisting the urge to mark her again.
Then I decide to mark her anyway. I’ve already marked her neck, and no one will see her inner thighs. I suck her flesh hard into my mouth. She sighs, grabbing the bedcovers in her fists.
Then I return to her pussy. I shove my tongue into her heat, withdraw, and then again. Her cream slides over my tongue, down my throat. When I return to her clit, I suck on it again softly, flick my tongue over it, caress it with tiny kisses.
“God, Donny, please.”
“All in good time, baby.”
I begin again. I lick her and lick her and lick her, paying only minimal attention to her clit, until finally…finally…it’s time. I shove two fingers inside her and suck her clit hard.
Her orgasm is immediate, and she clamps over my fingers, squeezes her thighs around my head.
Her moans, her soft sighs, her unintelligible words—all of it swirls around us in heated bliss. I move my fingers in and out of her, finding her rhythm and cadence, swirling them, scissoring them, making sure I pay a lot of attention to that soft spot on the anterior.
I wait for the orgasm to subside so I can begin again, but the contractions don’t stop. As I work her, she continues to come.
She may not be multiply orgasmic, but her orgasm can last forever.
This is what I’ll show her today.
I suck on her clit, and she convulses again. She’s so wet now that I can add a third finger, forcing her open, taking her body with mine.
My dick is itching to get back inside her, but if I do that, her orgasm will eventually stop.
As her contractions start to wane once more, I flip her over like a pancake. She gasps.
But before she can say anything, my tongue is sliding through her pussy folds from behind. And then I jab my fingers back into her.
The explosion increases again, and this time, as I massage her clit, I lick her asshole as well.
“Donny. Oh my God.”
Moments pass, moments of unending harmony, until I flip her back over onto her back and take care of her clit once more. The nerve center of the female body. The only body part that was fashioned solely for pleasure. It’s a magic button that can take a woman into the throes of ecstasy.
She’s still going. That orgasm. That unending, beautiful orgasm.
“Please.”
“Keep going,” I say between her legs.
“But I’m not… I can’t…”
“You are…and you can…” I move back to her pussy.
Her thighs clamp around my head again, but I wonder…