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The overwhelming pleasure overrides any pain.
Blake’s hips swivel, moving slowly. Abs flex. Biceps tighten as he moves. It’s intoxicating to watch him as he takes his own pleasure from me.
I meet him, thrust for thrust.
“I’m so close, Blake. So close.”
“Me too. Fuck, Gemma. That blow job was so hot.” He thrusts harder. “I want to do that again.” Thrust. “Seeing that pretty little mouth of yours taking my dick is so fucking hot.”
“I want to do it again,” I tell him.
He links our hands as best he can, his forehead kissing mine. Heat swirls around us, the air electric. So hot, one spark could ignite it.
It only takes a few more thrusts before Blake is sending me flying again. He comes on a roar, pumping into me through his own orgasm. It draws out my own.
“Holy shit,” Blake mutters.
Holy shit is right. I never thought sex could be this good. A vibrator only gets one so far.
Blake? Blake has quite possibly ruined me for every other man on the planet.
Two earth-shattering orgasms in one night is going to be hard for anyone to compare to.
Not that I’m thinking about anyone else right now.
I want the man who is unbinding my wrists with care. Kissing them. Rubbing away the red spots before shucking the rest of my clothes and tucking me into his arms.
I settle with a sigh.
“You okay?”
I smile against Blake’s chest, his fingers combing through my hair. “Better than okay.”
“It’s not the back of a pickup truck…”
I smile at him. “It’ll do.”
“I think I might need to start making a list of my own.”
“I would gladly help you with that.”
“I’ve found you to be a very good student, Gem.”
“Oh, yeah?” I shift, resting my chin on my chest and staring into those hazy green eyes of his. He’s as spent as I am.
“Very. A+.”
“Well, you aren’t the only one who learned something tonight.”
“What did you learn?” Blake squeezes me to him. “That I have mad skills?”
“Oh my God. That was terrible!” I shove at his chest, covering my mouth as laughter breaks free.
“What did you learn then?” Blake nuzzles his face into my neck, nipping at the soft skin there.
“I don’t think I’ll ever look at whipped cream the same way again.”
ChapterNineteen
