I wait for the chance to sigh with the descent of my climax, but he continues to hold the climax in place.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.
My clit starts to protest.
“I came,” I tell him louder.
“We can pull another one from you,” he replies.
My eyes widen. No way. My clit is too sensitive. This is no longer feeling good.
“Just push through it.”
“No, please! Tony! Sir!”
I clench my jaw and shut my eyes. How in the world am I supposed to...?!
But he’s right. There is another plateau. The discomfort from the oversensitivity hasn’t disappeared, but there’s a second wave of pleasure that drowns it out, and it’s even more potent than the first. Back arching off the mattress, limbs trembling, I am nothing but spasms. Thrilling, decadent spasms.
The vibrator retreats form my madly pulsing pussy.
He turns it off. “Next time we’ll wring three from you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
As I lay on the mattress, feeling the blood pulsing and bubbling through every vein in my body, I murmur, “I don’t remember my safety word.”
I suspect that I’m going to need it.
“Tar Heel,” Tony provides as he pulls off my shoes and strips off my jeans and underwear.
Right. How could I have forgotten?
Flipping me over, he unclasps my bra and kisses his way from my shoulder, down my back, to my butt. He caresses and massages the same path with his hands. I release a satisfied breath and close my eyes to soak in his touch. He knows just when to be gentle, when to be firm, and when to be rough. I don’t know what he has in store for me next—I know better than to believe he’s done already—but for the moment, I am relaxed.
He sheds his shoes and the rest of his clothes. He reaches for a black bag on the mattress, and I assume he’s putting the vibrator away in it, but a shot of adrenalin disrupts my hitherto content state when he pulls the bag over my head. I immediately sit up, my hands grasping at the hood, but he pulls on the strings of the bag, drawing it tighter about me.
“Relax,” he murmurs in my ear. “You have your safety word if you need it.”
I still and try to calm my racing heart. I’m not sure what I thought was going to happen, but I can’t see anything through the hood, and for a second I did think he might try to suffocate me. But now that I take a step back from complete panic mode, I realize I can breathe just fine. In fact, I can sense that the fabric about the mouth is not as thick as it is about the eyes.
He’s sitting behind me and pulls me to him. I lean back against his chest and try to settle the rest of my nerves. His hands knead my breasts, then caress my midsection. He reaches one hand between my thighs, stroking languidly, tenderly.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I was engaged or not,” he says in a low voice, almost to himself. “I had no chance against you.”
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, so I remain silent. Plus, I don’t want to use up too much of the air inside the hood, which is growing too warm for comfort.
“I wanted you too much,” Tony continues. “From the moment I saw you.”
Really? I knew I was drawn to him but had no idea he felt that way about me at the beginning.
“Bon sang. I don’t know why.”
Me either.
I think about how young I was when I knew I wanted to be with Lila. How could I have possibly known at that age? It was just an instinct.
I was right about Lila, but could I be mistaken about Tony? Is it just my lust talking?