Floating through it like I’m suspended in liquid. I almost open
my eyes to see if I’m hallucinating this and we’re not actually
in the shower or Jacuzzi. But no. I know that I’m on the bed.
Even if it doesn’t feel like I’m touching it at all.
I realize that I’m panting. That I haven’t been
breathing. I need a breath. Air. I pant harder. My stomach
heaves up and down. My lungs expand. Shrink. Expand. The
breath gets trapped there. My feet and legs start to tingle. My
belly tightens. All my muscles tense. I grab the coverlet with
my free hand and twirl the fabric in it until my knuckles are
probably white. Adley doesn’t stop. She suckles my clit hard
and then she plunges two fingers into me, filling me, and it’s
exactly what I need. Her tongue. My clit. Her fingers inside
me. I can feel myself coming apart. It happens slowly,
maddeningly, then suddenly it’s not slow. It’s quick and
violent and I shatter.
I shake and whimper and then I cry out Adley’s name.
I can feel my walls throbbing on her fingers. Clenching. Tight.
My whole body becomes liquid and evaporates. She rides out
the spasms and the waves with me and then her movements
gradually slow as I come down. She takes her hand away and
peppers delicate kisses all over me. I’m sore and sensitive
now, and those kisses are so erotic, so pronounced yet as light
as the whisper of a breath, so shivery cold yet scorching,
gentle but brutal, that they nearly send me straight into another
wild climax.
“Wow,” Adley says when she lifts her head and looks
at me.
“I think I’m the one who should be saying that.” I test
my legs. Nope. Still boneless.