Even when I moan and whimper, and I feel the orgasm explode through me, he does not stop. I am clinging to him with my thighs and my feet, both hands on his head and in his hair, pulling him to my sex with a roughness and eagerness which I know will embarrass me later.
In the moment, however, I cannot care. I can only ride the waves of climax as they rip through me, one after another. Again and again, orgasmic shocks tear me apart, whether one orgasm or many I do not know, and still he does not cease.
I am crying, truly weeping, overcome and overwhelmed, my whole being shaking and trembling—not just shaking but jerking, helplessly spasming. My spine arches up and my hips drive high, and he palms my buttocks in one hand and lifts me higher, and then both hands grip my bottom and hips and jerk me higher and pull me closer, until only my shoulders and upper back are on the ground, and I am writhing like a person demon-possessed, and I am screaming as loudly as one possessed as well.
How long he does this to me, I do not know. Time ceases to exist—only wave after wave after wave of wild intensity and blasting heat and orgasmic wonder shredding through me again and again.
Until, finally, I go limp, unable to take any more.
This is when he releases me, his mouth at long last moving from my privates, drifting up. Kissing, kissing, kissing—belly, ribs, breasts. Chest, throat, chin—lips.
I taste a flavor I have never known—thick, pungent, tangy. I rub his lips. “What is it?” I lick his lips. “What am I tasting on your mouth?”
He laughs, a soft growling rumble of heated amusement. “That’s you, babe. That’s what your pussy tastes like.”
“Oh.Oh…my.”I wipe his mouth, his beard. “My…?”
“Pussy.” He traces my seam, a finger dragging through the curls; it sends a twitch through me. “Sweet as fuckin’ honey.”
“It does not tastesweet,” I say.
He dips a finger into me, and my jaw drops open as he shows me the wetness coating his finger to the second knuckle—and puts it into his mouth, eyes closing as if savoring the finest flavor. “Honey, babe. Pure fuckin’ honey.”
I have no way to fathom my feelings. “Kane, that was…” I close my eyes, shake my head. “Mygod. I thought I was going todie.”
“Good way to go, no?”
I shake my head. “I cannot believe you would put your mouth on my…” I try the word he used, knowing it is likely a dirty word. “Mypussy.”
He laughs, burying his face in my breasts, his body shaking. “Ahhfuck, darlin’. Can’t talk dirty to me, orI’lldie.”
“I do not understand. I had thought you would like it.” I try to be casual about simply being naked.
“I do. A whole lot—too much.” He flops to his back beside me. “Fuckin’ Christ, Anj, you’re incredible.”
He does the thing again, plucking at his zipper, this time pulling his hips down while tugging the zipper up. It is a movement of creating room. For what, I do not know.
I roll to my side against him, breasts draping on his ribs. Touch his belly, looking at the rugged beauty of his face. “Anj,” I murmur. “I like this nickname.”
He looks up at me, eyes soft, almost awed—the awe is humbling. “Sofuckin’ beautiful.”
My heart is in my throat again, because I know I am going to continue our learning.Mylearning, that is.
“Kane, I have decided,” I tell him.
He tucks his hands under his head, massively thick arms spread out, heavy, elbows pointed away. “Decided what, darlin’?”
I sit up beside him, one leg crooked against me, heel to my groin, the other bent to face the same way. My nerves for what I want to do—what I amgoingto do—erase somewhat my nerves at being naked, still.
I trace his chest, his belly. Stop at the button of his jeans. Look at him.
He just smiles at me. “You wanna explore me a bit, sweetheart?”
I can only nod.
“Go for it.”
I bite my lip, free the button. Drag the zipper down. His underwear bulges out of the wideningV, something thick and hard behind the underwear pressing up and outward. I cast a gaze over Kane, and he just lies there, watching me, a small smile on his lips, breathing evenly.
