“Anything else you need?”
“Your fingers.” And then, a few seconds later, “Oh, goddamn it, not one, you prick.”
He laughed at her, laved her with his tongue, gave her two fingers and then three. Gave her heat and pressure and bliss, curling her toes, gathering in her belly and focusing in, in, tighter and tighter until she had to push up hard into his mouth, and he lifted away.
“Ask nice,” he said.
“Let me come.”
“Say please.”
“Make me come now, or I will do it myself.”
That made all the lines crinkle around his eyes, his dimples crease, but he lowered his head again and did as he was told, each rough stroke of his tongue accompanied by thrusting fingers. She bowed off the bed, sweating, overwhelmed. She might have shouted. It seemed entirely possible that she’d died, and he made it last forever, like he knew some secret orgasm-extension formula she’d never discovered on her own. Finally, she had to wiggle away from his mouth and turn on her side, or she would have died. She definitely would have.
He spooned her from behind, and she panted and steamed, limp and wet and terribly, frighteningly happy.
Ben nuzzled her ear. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I probably looked like a dying whale.”
“I thought you might be an octopus for a second there, you got so handsy.”
She laughed, turning over onto her stomach and smiling into the pillow. Ben stroked one hand down her back, over her ass, and left it there.
“If I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna die,” he said conversationally.
“Climb aboard,” she offered. “I’ll try not to bother you.”
He straddled her butt and gave it a smack.
“Did you just hit me?” she asked.
“You ever been spanked?”
“Not since I was six.”
“I bet you’d like it. You have so much shame anyway. Shame and sex are good neighbors.”
?
??You have sex with your neighbors?”
“Not lately. Get up on your hands and knees.”
“I can’t move.”
“You can, too.”
She did as he asked, and she found that her body still worked after all. That his hands felt good, stroking over her hips and legs. His gaze felt good when she turned and caught the expression on his face, abstracted with lust, surveying the shapes of her naked body.
“Get me a condom from that drawer in the table,” he said.
“You’re issuing a lot of orders.”
“I know. Let’s see if you follow them.”
She crawled over and found the condoms, separated one, and handed it to him.