“Give me this.” I remove the vibrator from her mouth and my hand skims down her back toward her backside and between her buttocks. She tenses and rises up on her knees. “Hush, easy,” I reassure her and kiss her neck as my fingers continue to stroke between the fine, fine cheeks of her ass.
I glide my other hand down the front of her body and start palming her clitoris once more, then ease my fingers into her. “I’m going to put this inside you,” I murmur. “Not here.” And my fingers circle her anus, spreading the oil. “But here.” And I move the fingers of my other hand slowly into and out of her vagina.
“Ah!” she responds.
“Hush now.” I stand and slide the vibrator inside her. Capturing her face with my hands, I kiss her, then click the small remote.
When the vibrator starts, she gasps and jolts up on her knees. “Ah!”
“Easy,” I whisper against her lips, stifling her gasp. I tug gently on each of the clamps in turn.
She cries out. “Christian, please!”
“Hush, baby. Hang in there.”
You can do this, Ana.
She’s panting now and dealing with all the stimulation. I’m sure it’s intense. “Good girl.” I soothe her.
“Christian,” she says, and she sounds a little frantic.
“Hush, feel it, Ana. Don’t be afraid.” I place my hands on her waist, holding her. I’m right here, baby. I’ve got this. You’ve got this.
I dip my little finger into the open pot of lube and slowly I move my hands down her back to her ass, watching her reaction; checking that she’s okay. I massage her skin and knead her ass, her stunning ass, and I slip one hand between her buttocks.
“So beautiful.” Gently, I push my finger inside her ass so that I feel the vibrator buzzing through her body. She tenses and I move my finger slowly, easing in and out while my teeth graze her chin. “So beautiful, Ana.”
She gasps, then groans and kneels up a little higher, and I know she’s close. Her lips start to move, but whatever she’s saying, it’s soundless. Suddenly she screams as her orgasm strikes. With my free hand I release first one, then the other nipple clamp, and she cries out.
I hold her close as her body pulses through her climax, still easing my finger in and out of her.
“No,” she shouts, and I know she’s had enough.
I remove my finger and the vibrator while keeping her in my arms. She sags against me, but her body is still convulsing. Deftly I unstrap the cuffs on one arm and she falls forward against me. Her head rolling on my shoulder as her intense climax begins to subside.
Her legs must be aching. She groans as I lift her and carry her to the bed, where I lay her faceup on the satin sheets. Using the remote, I switch off the music, then remove my jeans, freeing my raging erection. I start to rub the back of her legs, her knees, her calves, and then her shoulders, and I remove the cuffs. Lying down beside her, I peel off her mask and find her eyes are scrunched closed. With tenderness I untie her braid, freeing her hair. Leaning forward, I kiss her on the lips. “So beautiful,” I say.
She opens one dazed eye.
“Hi.” I smile down at her.
She grunts in response.
“Rude enough for you?”
She nods and gives me a sleepy grin.
Ana, you never fail.
“I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“Death by orgasm. There are worse ways to go.”
Like plunging to your death in Charlie Tango.
She reaches up and caresses my face and my dispiriting thought disappears. “You can kill me like this anytime,” she says. Taking her hand, I kiss her knuckles. I’m so proud of her. She never lets me down in here. She cups my face between her hands and kisses me.
I stop, pulling back. “This is what I want to do,” I whisper. From beneath the pillow, I pull out the remote and change the song. I press the button, knowing it will play on repeat, and ease Ana onto her back. “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”—Roberta Flack’s classic fills the room. “I want to make love to you,” I murmur. My lips seek and find hers, and her fingers entwine in my hair.
“Please,” Ana breathes, and her sensitized body rises to meet mine, opening up for me as I gently ease into her, and we make slow, sweet love.
I watch her fall apart in my arms and her climax takes me with her. I let go, pouring myself into her, throwing my head back and calling out her name in wonder.
I love you, Ana Steele.
I hold her to me. I never want to let her go.
My joy is complete. Have I ever been this happy?
As I come back to planet earth, I smooth her hair from her face and look down at the woman I love.