Page 90 of The Catch

I come. It's different— longer rather than explosive. Waves of contraction out of my control, each spasm yearning for more.

Usually, I become oversensitized when I orgasm. I'm done afterwards. A second orgasm is difficult to achieve.

This orgasm is different. I'm still aroused. I could come again— easy.

"Saint. Ah!"

"You see?" He keeps helping me press the vibe against my tender, oversensitized flesh. "It's so good. You're so good."

"You're incredible."

"Is this what you need? I'll give it to you. It will always be about you."

"But— you— I should—"

"Youshouldnothing. Just letting me do this, I… ah."

His hands shift, only enough that he can hold my arms between his. In this new angle, with his large hands, he pushes two thick fingertips inside. They add to the vibe pulsing inside.

"Fuck! Gael!"

"The way you move… the way you sound… it's all I need."

He forces the vibe against my g-spot and my clit at the same time, and I'm so aroused I must be glowing with the heat of it.

"But when you're ready," he adds. "When you're ready, Ames, I'll add my cock to the mix. If you want it. I'll do it only if you want me to."

I'm so lost in these relentless waves of pleasure that I'm sobbing. It's full-on despair for more, as if I'm not already coming.

Sex like this— it's new. It's powerful. I'm so beyond anything I've felt before, and it's made me greedy.

Feral.

I don't make a conscious decision, but I change positions with swift, determined moves.

I push him to the bed and straddle one of his thighs. "I want youto."

My hands grab his cock. I ride his thigh, using his long leg muscles to press the vibe against me. I pump him. Hard. Insistently. Possessively, dammit.

"Jesus Christ," he moans.

"Can I— would you—"

"Yes, Ames. Yes, a thousand times over. I'm yours. Do as you will."

"You don't know… what I'm saying…"

"Do it. Use me. There's nothing you could do—"

His words die in a deep groan when I sit on him.

Cock and vibe together. Stretching me in ways I didn't know I could be. Adding fuel to the all-consuming heat inside.

He moans. Maybe I do too. I roll my hips back and forth, and the spasms intensify. They haven't really stopped in who knows how long, and now they reach into my lower belly.

It's an orgasm and a promise that I can do it again, harder.

"It's never been like this," he whispers.