The hand on her clit disappeared, but Tessa barely noticed it, as the fingertips inside her became more and more insistent. As he rubbed, he started pushing down and the sudden movement felt as if he had impaled himself inside her. Fisting her hands on the table, Tessa hunched her shoulders, trying to stay still as a storm was brewing between her legs.
“Yes, you’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel how you squeeze my fingers, how you breathe, how your body shakes. Don’t you feel the need for release? Can you taste it?”
“Yes, please!” Tessa didn’t recognize her own voice. It was breathless and imploring. Almost a sob when it escaped her lips.
He kissed her spine again and again, keeping her on an edge she didn’t recognize. One hand traced her spine once more before tangling in her hair. Closing his hand into a fist, he tugged, making her arch her head into his unbreakable hold. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult in that strained position, but she didn’t care. The center of her world was his fingers leading her to climax. And yes, at this moment, she could almost taste it.
Her body wild, she didn’t care about his command to remain still and pushed her hips back against his fingers. It was like a beat drumming between her legs, and she craved it now. Craved release and the release he kept but a hair’s breadth away. She was at his mercy and a willing submissive to his orders. To her surprise, his low voice was the trigger she longed for.
“Now, release. Come for me.”
The sensation was so sudden and unexpected, Tessa cried out as her body seized. Unable to move, her vision blurry, she sobbed, the sound animalistic, unhinged. His fingers were relentless, spurring her pleasure, and as heat exploded between her legs, it felt like falling. Something warm ran down her legs, but she couldn’t focus. Only then did Locke gentle his touch, easing his rough fingers out of her. Bereft, she moaned, unable to express herself. As if sensing her feeling of loss, he cupped her sex, the pressure steadying.
Locke had given her the orgasm of her life, her thighs were wet, which surprised her as she’d never had a female ejaculation before, and her lover slowly helped her down on the soft carpet, holding in a tender embrace, whispering sweet nonsense to her as her body shut down and she drifted into an orgasm-induced slumber.
