Page 29 of Free Agent

“Uhh… at this point, I guess not?”

“Good.”

The next thing I felt was his mouth on my pussy.

The warmth of his breath as he let out a deep, satisfied exhale, the softness of his lips over my hyper-sensitive skin, the rasp of his tongue over my clit. All expertly orchestrated to have me writhing over the bed, back arched, stomach clenched, working for another orgasm.

Until he let up.

“Here you go again,” he chuckled, kissing his way up my stomach. “Can you let me do my job?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The effort you’re putting into cumming,” he answered. He was at my breasts now, taking a moment to nibble and suck one nipple, then the other before he continued his way up.

“I just… know my body,” I told him. “So I’m doing what I always do.”

He was eye-to-eye with me now, and smirked. “Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Since you’re not doing who you always do, why don’t you try something different?”

“Like what?”

“Relax.”

A gasp caught in my throat as he pushed into me.

I’d forgotten I was supposed to be nervous about this moment, and it was too late now.

Now he was buried as deep into me as he could get, encouraging me not to clench my stomach, not to grit my teeth, not to try to latch onto the coil of pleasure as it built in my core like usual.

“Just let it be,” he insisted. “Don’t chase it. Breathe,” he whispered to me, like he wasn’t rearranging my anatomy with every stroke.

I did it though.

Because it was different.

And it was good.

So, so good.

Again… he was right.

I’d never realized how much holding my breath dulled my senses, muting a whole layer of sensation. When I wasn’t tense, he could push deeper, faster, harder.

The peak came sooner.

So soon it caught me off guard, hitting me so hard I was pretty sure I broke through a layer of skin digging my nails in his back, not that it stopped him.

He just fucked me harder, keeping the wave of orgasm going until he hit his own peak, hips surging into me with a deep groan.

And an “I told you so” I ignored.

I did not ignore the shower he invited me to… nor the request to join me in the bed after.

I grabbed my phone once he passed out about two seconds after he hit the cool fabric of the sheets, leaving me to ruminate on my own.

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