Page 46 of Going Deep
“There we go.” His fingers thrust deeper, faster, his thumb circling her clit with increasing speed.
She could hear the wet, sucking sound her cunt made around his hand, embarrassment flaring. But the pleasure flared higher, hotter, leaving no room for anything but the orgasm bearing down on her like a freight train.
“When you come, I want to hear you,” he told her. He nipped her lip, pulling her attention to his face. “If I don’t, I’ll come up with another way to make you yell.”
Panic flared at the dark intent in his eyes, but she couldn’t look away. Couldn’t pull away. The tension grew, the heavy weight in her pelvis pulling her down, down, the tingling in her clit winding tighter and tighter.
She whined, straining, aching for the peak that stayed maddeningly just out of reach. “Oh, I’m going to come.”
His eyes glittered, his jaw clenched tight. She jerked when he added a third finger, stretching her wide. Fire streaked through her, little pulses of light forming at the edges of her vision. She hovered, burning and shaking, on the edge of outrageous pleasure. Sobbing with need, unable to go over.
Then his hand came up, closed over her swollen breast, and squeezed. Hard.
Pleasure burst inside her, a million shards of glittering glass. Her head went back and her eyes went blind, crying out as her cunt clamped down on his fingers, pulsing and throbbing until there was nothing left.
She jerked, a moan escaping her lips when he slid his fingers free of the grasp of her body, setting off little aftershocks. Hard hands grasped her shoulders, easing her back on the bed and straightening her legs. Her bones felt like jelly, her muscles completely limp in the aftermath.
She felt him stroking her hair, her belly, her hip, murmuring to her gently as her skin slowly cooled. When she managed to open her eyes, he was there, smiling at her.
“That was very nice, darling,” he said. His thumb stroked over her mouth. “Very nice screaming.”
“Why—” She licked her dry lips and tried again. “Why did you want me to scream?”
His thumb continued to stroke. “Because it’s important to be able to express yourself. And I enjoy hearing your pleasure.”
“Oh. Okay”
He chuckled. “How do you like the clamps?”
She blushed but met his eyes. “They’re good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah.” Her mind was still fuzzy, still reeling from the orgasm. “Good.”
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
He flicked a finger over one clamped nipple, sending a streak of heat arrowing straight to her clit. She squeaked, and he smiled.
“They are indeed good,” he agreed and shifted to straddle her thighs. Her confusion must have shown on her face, and he grinned. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
“Um. Yes?”
“I’m going to make you scream at least twice more before we’re through,” he told her and wrapped both hands around her breasts.
She arched her back, pushing into his touch. “Okay.”
He chuckled, the sound sliding over her like a rough caress as desire built again. She had the vague thought that if it were possible to die of pleasure, she’d surely be in the morgue before the night was through.
She just wasn’t sure she cared.
By the time Michael slipped out of Ginger’s bed in the early hours of the morning, she’d screamed so many times he’d lost count. She really loved the clamps, though he imagined she wouldn’t put it quite that way. The look on her face when he’d finally released them, letting the blood flow back into the abused tissue had been such a mix of rage and lust he’d laughed out loud. If she hadn’t been in the middle of yet another orgasm, she probably would’ve hit him. And by the time she was coherent enough to remember she was mad, she’d been too exhausted to do anything about it.
He tugged on his slacks, darting a glance at the bed. The figure buried under the duvet didn’t stir. She lay on her side facing away from him, and all he could see was the top of her head, a mop of tangled blonde hair. Her habit of burrowing into the blankets made him want to yank them off her just to see her reaction. She probably would hit him then, he thought, then grinned. And he’d get to punish her.
He never had gotten around to using the butt plug he’d brought with him.
He seriously considered it for a moment, then dismissed the idea. He needed to get home and get packed for his trip. He should have been excited at the idea of this new project, but all he could feel was resentment. He didn’t want to be collaborating with the World Health Organization this weekend, he wanted to be with Ginger.
