Page 82 of Fierce

The orgasms were almost continuous now. A few seconds after one ended, I was climbing into another. My arms and legs were shaking, my forehead banging against the mattress.

When I thought I couldn’t stand it another second, Hemi pulled both devices out, shifted all the way over me, pulled my hips up even higher with one hand, and thrust into me, hard and fast. He was so much bigger than the vibrator, and the added stretch, the angle, the depth of his penetration gave this another dimension. He was hitting the sweet spot with every stroke, and I was bucking, moaning, my head still banging. He had one hand over my upper back again, was pushing me down, using me without a bit of gentleness, exactly how I needed it, and all I wanted was more.

There was nothing but this, nothing but hard sensation, ratcheting up higher and higher until he was swearing himself, until he was emptying into me, until I was jerking against my restraints with everything I had. Until I saw stars.

I rolled away from Hope at last, disposed of the condom, then untied her ankles with hands that were actually shaking before moving around the bed and unfastening her wrists.

She was still shuddering as if she couldn’t stop, her face buried in the mattress, and I felt a twinge of alarm that overrode the lingering, bone-deep satisfaction from one of the strongest orgasms of my life. Had I hurt her after all? Not given her enough chance to say no? When she’d begun to climax so fiercely, so continuously, all I’d wanted was to make her do it again and again, and then to feel what it would be like to be inside her when she was that far gone. Had I checked in with her enough, though? I couldn’t even remember.

I pulled out the wedge that had been holding her up for me, lay down beside her, and pulled her into my arms. “Hope. Talk to me.”

“Uh...” She was still shuddering. “Can’t...stop.”

“Baby.” I smoothed my hand over her hair, down her back. “All right?”

“Y-yes.” The shudders had turned to shivers now, to my relief. “Keep...holding me.”

“Too much?”

“Yes.Too...amazing. Th-thank you.”

“No.” I kissed her closed eyelids, stroked her hair some more, and breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You’re the amazing one. I nearly had a heart attack.”

She opened her eyes at that. One of her hands came up to touch my chest and run over my shoulder, down my arm, because she seemed to need to touch me, too. “You did?”

“Oh, yeh. I did.”

When I levered myself up, she tightened her grip on me and said, “Don’t go.”

I bent to kiss her cheek. “Nah. Just going to get a warm towel, clean you up.”

“Then will you hold me some more?”

“Yeh,” I said. “I will. I’ll hold you all night.”

Except that I couldn’t, of course. I lay with her for a bit, stroked her some more, and within minutes, she was asleep. Knackered, not that I could blame her. I’d never seen a woman respond like that.

Finally, she stirred and said drowsily, “A shower would be good. Before I go.”

“Mm,” I said. “Another bath, maybe. I’ll wash you, eh.”

“No...no more. ” She sat up, groaning a little, and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. “Nothing else. Please.”

I had to smile at that. “Sweetheart. I know.”

I lasted through another movie night, the promise of another Saturday-night date, telling myself that this was fine, this was the way I liked it. Limited. No expectations. And then, on the way home from another bout of washing-up, I was ringing Eugene.

“What?” he asked without saying hello. “Too late to be calling me, man. You canceling on me again? You need your ass kicked good. Gettin’ fat and lazy.”

“Nah,” I said impatiently. “Tomorrow night’s on. This is something else. Debra around?”

“Yeah, right here. What, you takin’ that girl away again? Man, you got it bad.”

I sighed. “I need a chat, that’s all. Put her on.”

I did my best to keep it businesslike once Debra took the phone. “I need an opinion,” I said.

“Uh-huh.” She sounded exactly like Eugene, making me wonder how much of a topic I’d been. Not a comforting thought.

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