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by Alice Gaines


  Just then, the soundtrack started up again, and it felt as if it was coming from inside him. He could hardly get oxygen into his lungs, but he couldn’t stop kissing her. Then her tongue touched his, and fire exploded inside him. Even fully pressed against him, she wasn’t close enough. Reaching down, he grabbed her butt and hauled her up against him. As she clutched his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around him.

  “Grab the oil,” he said. He’d get the vibrator later. For now, he’d have the very great pleasure of seeing how stimulated Katy could get.

  He turned and walked them toward the bed. After dropping her onto it, he started undressing her. First her shoes and then her pants and panties until her sex lay exposed. The pretty, pink petals that hid her most sensitive organ were already swollen, begging to be stroked and petted.

  He’d finish removing the rest of her clothing in a minute—after her first orgasm. Right now, her hot button needed him, and he’d never let it—or her—down. He took the tube of peppermint oil and squeezed a dab onto his index finger.

  With one hand, he parted her lips and with the other smoothed the oil onto her clitoris. It smelled heavenly, like candy.

  Her reaction came like lightning. She gasped, and her hips jerked. “Holy crap.”

  “Does it hurt?” Maybe he’d used too much. What did he do then? Douse her in the tub?

  “God, it tingles… Oh, damn, amazing.”

  “Amazing good? Amazing bad?”

  “Oh, Grant,” she crooned in the deep voice that told him he’d done something marvelous.

  “Ah, Katy.” Super-sensitive, huh? What a concept. And he’d take full advantage. He eased himself onto the bed with his face between her legs. Mint Katy. This he had to taste. Grasping her hips, he pulled her sex toward his mouth and feasted on her. She did taste like mint, and the oil teased his tongue as he went to work. On even more sensitive flesh, it would have a powerful effect.

  Sure enough, the minute he flicked his tongue over the tiny organ, she trembled all over, and he had to hold her steady. She always did that before she climaxed and usually with a powerful orgasm. He couldn’t stop now, even for a second. She was too close. As her gasps grew louder, he licked her like the precious lollipop she was. Fast and hard, just the way she liked it. She was never, ever going to forget this climax.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried. That was the signal, if he needed one. He did manage to slide a finger into her as she surrendered. Her muscles clamped down on it and then exploded into spasms as she shouted. The note was low and sweet, hovering in the air for the longest time before she finally went limp. Even then her muscles continued fluttering around his finger.

  “Oh, wow,” she whispered when the storm had ended.

  He scooted up beside her and wrapped an arm around her. “I guess that oil worked.”

  “I’m going to show you as soon as I can see again.”

  She really was the greatest sex toy in the world. Her response stroked his ego, and that increased his desire. He never had trouble getting hard for her. Making her climax was an aphrodisiac, and he had the throbbing erection to prove it.

  She reached between them and pressed her palm against his fly. He ought to stop her because they had hours and hours ahead of them, and he had to last as long as he could, but for a minute, he let her squeeze his shaft through the fabric of his slacks.

  “You must be the biggest in the world,” she said.

  He laughed. “Hardly.”

  “Then the most beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on you.”

  “Whoa. That’s pretty intense.”

  “Yeah. And delicious.” She sat up and removed her blouse and bra. After tossing them who-knew-where, she started in on his clothes. He had to sit up let her remove his shirt.

  When she attacked his belt, she resembled a little kid opening a package on Christmas morning. She moved too fast, her fingers fumbling, and he just laid there, enjoying her frustration. She’d get it eventually, and he’d tuck her eagerness into memory for nights when he’d wonder if this really happened. She finally got to the button at the top of his fly and then the zipper.

  When she got those open, her eyes widened. “No boxers?”

  “I wanted to be ready in a hurry.”

  “I can see why.” She grasped his shaft and rubbed her thumb over the tip. “How you doing, big guy?”

  “He’s mighty happy to see you.”

  “He’ll be even happier in a minute.” She went to the end of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. Then she tugged his pants down until he was finally buck naked. She didn’t immediately rejoin him but grabbed the tube of oil from where he’d left it.

  He propped himself up on his elbows. “Are you going to use that on me?”

  “Sort of.” She squeezed some oil onto her palm and then licked it off. “This stuff is powerful.”

  “And you just filled your mouth with it, and you’re going to—”

  “—give you the best oral sex you’ve ever had.”

  As she climbed onto the bed, he held up a hand. “I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

  “I do,” she purred.

  “If you put your mouth on me with that stuff in it…” Holy crap, she couldn’t mean that. “…I won’t be responsible—”

  “That’s the point. For once, you’re not going to be responsible to me or anyone else. This is for you, big guy. Enjoy.”

  She kept crawling closer, stretching out the tension and enjoying herself. Damn it, she meant to reduce him to basic drives where he’d have no control over what he did or said.

  “You’ll make me climax,” he said.

  “That’s the general idea.”

  “But the rest of the night,” he sputtered. “It’ll all be over.”

  “There’s the vibrator and the jets in the tub,” she said. “I’m not worried.”

  But he was. How crazy was that? He might not be in charge. He might fail to give her enough orgasms or not the right ones. Here he was, about to receive the ultimate from a woman hungry to give it to him, and he was worried about being the provider.

  Clearly, she was done discussing this with him because she wrapped her fist around his shaft and guided the head of his erection into her mouth.

  The tingling and heat of the mint scrambled his nerve endings as she sucked on him. Oh, man. As many times as he’d had oral sex, he’d never had anything like this. She’d given him permission to do nothing but enjoy the experience, and it was a good thing. If he’d had to remain in control of himself, he’d have to tell her to stop now. Instead, he took and took as she swallowed more of him, spreading the oil farther onto his shaft.

  His vision blurred, but he managed to keep his eyes open wide enough to watch a goddess sliding her lips along his erection, her breasts swinging free. By every indication, she was taking great delight in devouring him.

  Nothing on that soundtrack, which by now had disappeared into a distant corner of his brain, could equal the sight of Katy eating at him as if he was the source of life itself. And nothing could stop the orgasm that was building like a lava dome inside him. He could only hold on and stretch the seconds out as she took him apart with her mouth. She continued to bathe him with the mint as she used suction for maximum pressure. The sensations washed over him from the tips of his toes to his sac.

  He groaned. “You’re not going to stop, are you?”

  She didn’t answer with words, but the continued bobbing of her head and working of her cheeks gave him her reply. This was really, utterly, and totally for him.

  The knowledge humbled him, laid him out flat, powerless to say another word or move. The coil inside him wound tighter and tighter, the inevitable moment looming, until only a shred of sanity remained. Then that snapped, and the orgasm hit him like a freight train. He climaxed with every inch of his body, his sac tightening, as he e
mptied his lust in waves. He howled as it continued, and she took everything he had to give.

  When it finished, he lay completely drained and completely satisfied. At peace. When Katy curled up against him, he didn’t have the strength to put an arm around her.

  He’d been around the block more than a few times and had indulged every whim of his own or his lovers’. He’d done kinky and straight, on top and on the bottom. He’d believed he’d had every kind of orgasm there was. He was a thirty-two-year-old man, for heaven’s sake, but until this moment, he’d never understood the power of sex. But he did now. With Katy.

  Chapter Five

  Katy stroked Grant’s hair while he recovered. If his climax had been anything like hers, he should lie there and enjoy it. After a while, he sighed and rolled over, enclosing her in his arms. He still didn’t open his eyes.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Never better.” And never prouder of herself.

  “I hope that wasn’t too unpleasant.”

  “Tasted like peppermint.” Not exactly true, but close enough. She’d never let oral sex go that far with another man, and she never would. She might with Grant again, but only with the proper flavoring. The thought made her giggle.

  “What’s funny?” he said.

  “Nothing. I’m just happy.” Grant could always make her laugh. He’d always said she was prettiest with tears of laughter running down her cheeks. So many of the other kind of tears had made her forget that.

  “So what are we going to do now?” he asked. “Play Scrabble?”

  She laughed some more just because she could. “I have faith in you.”

  He flopped onto his back and put the back of his hand over his eyes. “She’s gonna kill me.”

  “Remember that day I snuck home for lunch for a quickie?” she said.

  “And you never went back.”

  “That’s my Grant.” She’d fallen behind on her work because of that afternoon and had had to get up before five to finish the first draft of the brief she’d been working on. She’d tried to hide her drowsiness in the office, but she’d had the well-used ache of sex to remind her goofing off for an afternoon with her husband was worth the penance she’d had to do later. Of course, at the Brandenburg firm, the reward for good work was more assignments. The whole thing had ballooned until it had consumed her life.

  Grant had no room to complain about her dedication, although he did and loudly. During the football season, he was gone much of the time, and at home, he often suffered from little injuries that didn’t take him off the field but kept him subdued in the bedroom. In the off-season, she hadn’t been there for him, and the rest of the year, he was in his own world.

  “You’re thinking,” he said. “This is not the time or the place.

  “I can’t turn my brain off.”

  “I can.” He put his face next to hers and made cartoon duck noises into her ear, the sort of thing someone would do to entertain a child. Ridiculous! And yet she laughed, clutching her stomach as he kept it up.

  “Cut it out,” she said.

  “Cut it out,” he repeated, still quack-talking into her ear.

  “You’re nuts.”

  “Nuts, nuts, nuts,” he quacked.

  God, he was silly, and she couldn’t stop laughing. She could scarcely breathe, gulping in air between fits of laughter. Then the SOB tickled her, his fingertips digging into her ribs. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to roll away as he quacked and tickled.

  “Stop!” she yelled finally. “Stop it, asshole!”

  “Okay.” He removed his hands from her ribs. “I know you’re serious when you use filthy language.”

  “I swear to God, Grant…” Her laughter subsided, and sure enough, her cheeks had grown wet.

  For a moment, he poised himself over her, gazing down into her face as he pushed hair away from her forehead. “Ah, Katy.”

  He didn’t have to call her baby or honey. The two syllables of her name always came out so sweet, as if he’d just discovered a treasure. She raised her hand to his face and touched his lips.

  “You know what?” he said.

  “Nuh-huh.”

  “I don’t think we’re going to have any trouble getting me hard again.”

  “I told you I had faith in you,” she said. Just then, the recorded sex went to orgasm again, the man’s and woman’s voices rising together. “I’m going to turn that off so we can make our own music.”

  “You know where the controls are?”

  “I’ll find them.” She rose and found the remote underneath the television. It had a mute button, and when she hit it, the sound system went silent. “Want to watch for a while instead of listen?”

  “Should be good for a few laughs,” he said.

  She clicked on the remote, and a picture came on with no sound. She’d probably screwed something up with the mute button. “I can’t quite figure how this works.”

  “Leave it, Einstein,” he said. “The noises they make are stupid, anyway.”

  “Right.” She turned to face Grant. He lay on his back with his headed propped up on the pillow and his hands. His sex had softened, but it was still long, lying across his thigh.

  He noticed her staring, and his hazel eyes lit up with mischief. “Grab the vibrator and come on back here.”

  She did and joined him on the bed. After folding her pillow beneath her head, she lay and watched the screen.

  The actors had already gotten into their act with the woman sucking on her partner’s penis. Not at all unlike what she’d just done with Grant but without any of the charm.

  “I told you mine wasn’t the biggest,” Grant said.

  The one on the screen was, indeed, huge. Nice for fantasy but probably painful in reality. With her free hand, she reached across their bodies to fondle Grant’s. “I was right, though. Yours is the most beautiful.”

  “Flatterer.”

  Of course, the most flattering thing was he hadn’t gone completely flaccid after the oral sex, and as she stroked him, he became harder. He wanted her so much he could perform again so soon.

  “Hand me the vibrator,” he said.

  She did, and he turned it on low. Now it was his turn to tease her as he placed the tip of the thing against her clitoris.

  “Still sensitive?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh,” she answered. She was, but not crazily so as she’d been when he’d first applied the peppermint oil. At its gentlest speed, the vibrator didn’t send her skyward. He’d obviously intended to let her make a slow climb toward the high plateau while she could still watch the movie and play with his hardening shaft all at once. It was sinful and delicious. Luxurious.

  No rushing, like on that afternoon they’d spent in bed bringing each other to orgasm and then resting only to do it all again. Then eating delivered pizza in bed and one last, sweet tumble before falling asleep. Yes, this was definitely like that.

  “I’ll narrate for you,” he said as the vibrator kept buzzing against her clitoris. “He’s doing his best not to climax and end the scene, but she’s so damned good at sucking on him, he thinks he’s going to lose his mind.”

  “I could do that for you,” she said.

  “He’s not getting as good as I got from you a few minutes ago,” he said. “Oh, wait…there he goes.”

  On the screen, the woman removed her mouth from the man’s sex and pumped it until he climaxed, sending semen everywhere. Erotic to watch, although her sensations probably had more to do with the vibrator than the scene. She could lie like this forever, becoming more aroused as she made Grant harder and hotter. Then when neither of them could wait another minute, he’d thrust into her until they reached orgasm together. Mmmm.

  “New scene,” Grant said as the scenery changed. “The old pizza delivery boy and lusty housewife story. A
classic.”

  The man on the screen did appear to be delivering something, but the baguette was in his pants. Another huge erection to ponder as the buzzing at her sex sent her higher to where anything penis-shaped might look erotic. But then, she had the real thing in her hand.

  “Now he’s saying he’s innocent and only brought her a pizza, but she’ll go for the zipper in a second.”

  On screen, the woman did exactly that, and the man’s erection fell free. Then, like magic, they were both on a bed and naked as he slid into her. If the sound had been on, she would have been making ridiculous sounds. Without that distraction, Katy could watch the simple act of sex and imagine it was Grant entering her and filling her the way he always did. She could picture him lasting for hours as she reached orgasm over and over. She could want him to do it right now and ease the ache he’d created. An ache that could quickly get out of her control.

  Whether Grant had caught the tenor of her breathing or had noticed her eyes had half-shut, he seemed to be able to read her arousal. So, he turned the vibrator up and held it firmly against her clitoris.

  “You know what’s better than porn?” he asked.

  He expected her to talk?

  “Your orgasms are real,” he continued. “I love every one of them.”

  He was going to have a new one to love in just a minute. The vibrator was wickedly effective. It took her to the boundary and kept her there. She’d given up on the movie and even on stroking Grant. All that remained was his voice and the pressure against her most sensitive flesh.

  “I love the way you shout when you arrive,” he said. “Like right about…now.”

  Yes! Her hips jerked upward as she climaxed, and all the air rushed out of her on a cry. He kept the vibrator against her as the spasms started. So intense. She seemed to soar a foot off the bed as the orgasm held her in its grip, and then she floated back onto the mattress.

  Grant turned off the vibrator and set it beside him on the bed. “Need more narration?”

 

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