Smitten

But this time, Fish puts his hand on mine and says, “Not yet, baby. I’ve been wanting to try something new with you.” When my eyebrows lift, Fish’s usual smile turns into a smolder that stiffens my nipples. He guides me back onto the bed. “Relax,” he coos, his green eyes flickering with heat. “I’m going to do something new to you, baby—something that’s going to rock your fucking world.”

Thirty-Two

Alessandra

Right out of the gate, Fish performs enthusiastic oral sex on me, which leads to me enjoying an intense, screaming orgasm. But that’s nothing “new.” Not that I’m complaining.

“That was just a primer,” Fish says, coming out from between my legs. “I’m just getting you loose and relaxed for the new thing that’s coming next.”

“Which is . . .?”

“I’m going to make you come in a whole new way with my fingers.”

That doesn’t sound “new” to me, either. But, again, I’m not complaining. “Is there something I should do?”

His green eyes are on fire. “Nope. Just lie back and relax and listen to my voice. I’ll take care of the rest.”

I have no idea what the hell he’s planning, but I trust him. So, I close my eyes and await whatever. And a moment later, Fish slides his fingers deep inside me and begins stroking a spot he’s never touched before. At first, I’m not all that impressed, to be honest, simply because that spot doesn’t feel all that exciting or sensitive. At least, not compared to the usual places Fish usually touches to bring me to orgasm.

But when Fish leans into my ear and starts dirty-talking to me as he strokes that unexpected spot, something kind of crazy starts happening inside me. Deep inside me. I feel like my insides are twisting and stretching to near breaking, as if my very womb is getting ready to have a seizure.

I gasp out, “What are you doing to me?”

“It’s a technique,” Fish whispers, his voice husky. “I’ll tell you about it later. For now, focus on my voice. Don’t think about anything but my voice and how wet you are. Can you feel how wet you’re getting? Wetter than you’ve ever been.”

He’s right. I’m so wet, the movement of his fingers is making crazy sounds, the likes of which I’ve never heard before.

“It feels like my insides are . . . twisting.”

“They are. They’re tightening before releasing. This is gonna make you come so hard, you’re not gonna believe it. It’s probably going to take you longer to get there than when I eat you out or massage your clit, so don’t worry about that. Because once you come the first time, I’ll be able to do it again, over and over.”

I groan with extreme arousal and writhe against his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Ally. You should see your face right now. This is the hottest you’ve ever looked.”

I whimper, incapable of speaking.

“Imagine me fucking you,” Fish whispers into my ear, his voice a low growl. “Imagine the head of my cock pounding you on this same spot, over and over again. Imagine I’m pounding into you so hard, you feel like you’re going to pass out.”

Well, that does it. My eyes roll back into my head. My deepest muscles clench sharply. Twist almost painfully, like they’re retracting after touching a flame. And then . . .

Bliss.

White-hot pleasure seizes me as my innermost muscles release in forceful, pleasurable, waves that make me babble, and then keen like an animal.

“Holy fuck,” Fish whispers. “I thought my friends were exaggerating about this!” He kisses my cheeks, tracking my salty tears with his soft lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I throw my arms around his neck, gasping. I tell him I love him. I thank him for giving me the most pleasurable experience of my life, by far, and then beg him to “fuck me”—using that phrase for the first time in my life.

“Not yet,” he says excitedly. “Supposedly, if we try this again, you’ll have another orgasm, only even better and more quickly.”

“Supposedly?”

Fish smiles. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve always thought it was bullshit. But I’m a big believer now.”

“I’m game to be your guinea pig.”

With a heated smile, he begins the whole thing again. And I’ll be damned, in half the time it took the first time, I have another powerful orgasm—this one even more delicious than the first.

When I come down from my release, I’m a wreck. Incapable of speaking. Absolutely wiped out. And so freaking horny, I think I’m going to die if I don’t get this man’s dick inside me. I tell Fish I’m done for now. And I want him inside me.

“Fuck me, Fish,” I command. And the effect on him is not difficult to surmise.

Quickly, Fish covers himself, rests both my thighs against his shoulders, and plunges himself inside me . . . and to my thrill, thanks to how wet I’ve become, my body receives his, molds to his, cradles his, like never before. Fish and I have had some damned good, animalistic sex this past week, as we’ve grown more and more comfortable with each other, but this time, by far, feels like something supernatural.