Her Last Wild Ride

He kept my legs down and apart when I would have tried to bring them together around his head, anything to try to ease the torture, diminish the sensations a little.

“Johnny...” I was panting. Incoherent. But his tongue was thrusting into my clasping pussy now. Thrusting deep.

“Oh, God...” He was going to make me scream and beg.

My hands were curled so tight my nails were scoring my palms painfully. But nothing could take the edge off the pleasure.

And then he took away his tongue and worked two middle fingers inside me, curling them back toward him along the front wall of my vagina. I held my breath. Suspended. He worked them back and forth like that, and then he added his tongue, circling and suckling my clit.

I could feel m

y legs starting to shake. There was a crescendo of sensations building inside me, hurtling me toward something I’d never experienced before. It was so intense that it was almost painful, and the bizarre urge to pee hit me.

I tried to speak but I couldn’t. Too much was going on and all the time Johnny’s mouth was on me and his fingers were working inside me. And then it hit. The longest, most powerful buttocks-clenching orgasm I’d ever experienced. It seemed to go on and on, gushing like a river that had burst its banks and couldn’t stop.

It was only when it had finally subsided and I felt my inner muscles clamping spasmodically around Johnny’s fingers that I had the sense to wonder if I’d just had my first G-spot orgasm.

I’d heard the other makeup and hair girls discussing it one day at work, on set between shots, and I’d felt somehow left out when they’d described how mind-blowing it was. No guy I’d ever been with had seemed to feel the need to spend enough time down there to do the exploratory work, and when I masturbated I usually wanted to get myself off as quickly as possible to relieve the frustration.

But that had been...amazing, I thought dreamily, as I floated on clouds above Johnny’s bed. Right then I would have advocated that the government invest funds in making the G-spot more widely known and accessible. Surely if everyone could come like that the world would be a better place?

Johnny moved up my body, and he pulled off the eye mask. I blinked at him, a little stunned.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. My throat was scratchy. “That was...that was—”

“I know.” He smiled smugly. “I think you ejaculated.”

My immediate reaction was one of mortification. No wonder I’d felt that gushing sensation. As if sensing my embarrassment, Johnny shook his head and said, “You taste amazing.”

And then it was hard to hang on to mortification because his erection was pressing into me, harder than a steel rod.

He bent down and put his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue deep, giving me the salty, musky tang of my own desire. My hands tightened on the tie. Shit. This shouldn’t be turning me on so much. But it was.

Sex with Johnny was surpassing anything I’d ever experienced. It was just chemistry, that was all, I assured myself. Amazing chemistry, but no less transitory for all that. I hoped.

Johnny’s arms went around me. His whole body was pressed to mine, length to length. His dick was between us and he moved down subtly so that the head rested near my entrance. I could feel that he’d already sheathed himself with protection.

To my shock, my inner muscles quivered in anticipation. As if they hadn’t all just expired from an overdose of pleasure.

He was rocking against me, and the fact that I was so ready again to take him deep inside made me feel ridiculously vulnerable.

“Please untie me.”

He stopped immediately and looked at me with concern. “Are you sore?”

I shook my head, too many feelings swirling in my gut to make sense of now. What we had just done was carnal in the extreme, but it didn’t feel purely physical.

“I just want to be able to touch you.” Which was true. My arms ached to wrap themselves around him and hang on. I needed an anchor. Deftly he reached up and untied me, and when I brought my hands and arms down, they were tingling.

Johnny kissed me again and my arms wrapped around his neck, just as he thrust into me, making me gasp in spite of the lubrication. Slowly he moved in and out.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he went deeper, emitting a soft groan into my mouth. We were so close I literally could not have said where we began and ended.

Johnny’s hand moved down my back deftly removing my bra, and then he pulled me close, pressing my breasts into his chest. One hand was on my ass, pushing me even closer.

It was intense. The sensual movement of his body within mine kicked up a pace as excitement began to mount. Once again I felt the onset of pleasure rushing toward me.