Chapter 36
CHAPTER 36
Ash
I stayed pressed up against the door in total shock. Shock was the main emotion I was feeling now, other than pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure until the waves had petered out and I was left trembling. How the hell had he done that? He hadn’t even touched me, not really, anyway. He’d let me go now and was kissing my stomach, kissing further and further up my body. He planted soft kisses between my breasts, and then kissed around each one. He kissed my neck and then, finally, brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me slowly and gently. So slowly and gently that I felt dizzy, like I was falling. Falling into him and his kiss. He pulled away and looked me deep in the eyes and my chest felt as if it had cracked open.
“At least we’ve fixed that part of it,” he said.
I was too stupefied to talk. My tongue did not work anymore. Nothing worked. And so I just nodded at him.
“Sorry about the dress.” He tried to pull it closed, but all except one button was gone. “I’ll buy you another one.”
I shook my head. It was so not necessary to buy me another one. So not necessary at all.
“I just couldn’t get to you fast enough,” he said, drawing soft circles on my chest and then tracing his fingers over my collarbone. I nodded. My body was still trembling and I’d never, ever, experienced anything like that. Not even one of my many vibrators did that to me. That was better than any orgasm I could ever give myself. He was still touching my body—his hands had not left it—and with each brush of his fingertips, I was starting to get turned on all over again.
“Ready for the next one?” he asked me, and my body jerked at the thought.
I finally managed to speak. “You’ve already given me one.”
“Only one kind of one.” He smiled at me, hot and filthy and sexy.
“One kind?”
“The next kind is going to feel very, very different. And as for these panties”—he pulled at them—“they’re going to have to go.”
I nodded at him stupidly. He could probably do anything to me right now—anything—and I would let him. Well, except that. He pulled my panties down and they fell onto the floor, then without warning, he put his hand under my left knee and pulled my leg up. I felt so naked and exposed now as I felt the cold air rush up my skirt and into me. What was he going to do? I waited with anticipation, but I didn’t have to wait long. He slowly slipped a finger into me and my entire body shuddered.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, and I clenched around his finger at those words, the hottest words that had ever been spoken to me. He slid his finger in and out a few times before stopping all movement and staying in. His finger was still, but applied a constant growing pressure to what was clearly my G-spot. The elusive g-spot that most men did not know how to find, had been found in one second by Max. Found almost entirely in the dark, in a broom closet. He applied more pressure and my internal muscles started clenching. I had no control over them at all. He increased the pressure until I felt so filled up by him. He was inside my body and it felt amazing. He lifted my leg up higher and pushed even more. Oh my God, I didn’t think he could make me feel any better in this moment if he tried. But when he slipped another finger into me and then turned them around inside me and hooked them around that spot and started pulling and pushing his fingers back and forth, I thought I was going to die and then black out. The movements started out slowly, until they built up in speed. A hard, fast internal massage of a part I hadn’t even known existed inside me. I ground into him, forcing him deeper. I had no inhibitions anymore. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his wrist pushing him in faster.
“You like it hard and fast?”
I nodded at him, panting now as I felt myself building to an orgasm that felt totally, entirely different to the last one. I felt myself slipping into some blissful, orgasm-induced semi-consciousness, until a loud knock on the door snapped me back to reality.
“Okay, you can come out now. The leopard has been scared off.”
“Oh my God!” I tried to push Max out of me as another knock banged the door against my back. “Stop, stop! We can’t . . . not now,” I scream-whispered at Max.
But he didn’t stop. In fact, he started slamming into me harder and harder, the sound of wetness growing with each thrust. The key turned in the door and then Max reached out and grabbed the door handle, slamming the door shut.
“We’re busy in here,” he said loudly, and I almost died of embarrassment.
“Uh . . . Okay! Yes. Fine!” the man said from outside, and then I heard footsteps as he ran away.
“Now, where were we?” Max asked, grabbing my leg and pulling it up even higher, until I was spread wide open for him. He continued to slam his fingers into me. He’d created a steady predictable rhythm, and with each move, I got closer and closer until finally, I broke inside. An earth-shattering feeling ripped me apart from the inside out. I reached down and held him in place and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He pushed a slow steady pressure on me as I came. My head fell forwards, I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, and held my breath until the last of it rippled through my body and finally stopped. He began to pull his fingers out and I gasped. I felt so sensitive now it was almost painful. I winced in what was a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slipped out and dropped my leg back onto the floor.
“Oh my God, how did you get so good at that?” I finally managed to ask.
“Well, after you, and the disaster that it was, I was determined to get better, so I learned about tantric sex.”
I burst out laughing. “Like Sting? So that part is true, then.” I pulled my skirt down and looked at him. “Just how much tantric sex did you learn, exactly?” I asked, my skin feeling flushed. I felt like I had just run a marathon.
He smiled at me, the smile that made my bones turn to jelly and made my knees want to cave in. He leaned in close again, but this time there was nothing sexual about it. This time he ran his thumb across my check, pushed the wild strands of hair that were hanging in my face aside, tucking some behind my ears and trying to push some back into my ponytail which had definitely come asunder somewhat.
“I’m really sorry you’ve had such a bad time with sex and dating.” He said it with such sincerity.
“Well, you know, what can you do?” I said sarcastically and flippantly, trying to make light of something that had not been light at all. He pushed the last strand of hair out of my face and then ran his finger over my lips. I closed my eyes and fell into the feeling of it, the slow, sensual feeling of him dragging his thumb across my bottom lip.
“You and I could practice a little more if you want?”
“Practice?”
He took my chin in his hands and tilted my face up to him. “Maybe we can break this curse together,” he said with a smile.
“Don’t joke—that’s exactly what a psychic told me to do once. Have sex with you again to break the curse. And of course all my friends are telling me to do that too.”
“I think I like your friends already. And I also think they’re right, because there are still so many things I want to do to you, if you’ll let me.”
“Hahah,” I laughed nervously. “A lot of things?”
“A lot.”
“Like how many?”
He actually looked as if he was counting now.
“Only six or seven come to mind right this very second, but there will be more.”
“Six or seven!” My words came out a little too loudly and he pulled back from me.
“Think about it. It’s up to you. But I know what I want . . .” He moved backwards, eyes locked on to mine with an intensity that made me shiver and then he ran both his hands through his slightly damp hair, pushing it back out of his face, slowly, deliberately. “ You. ” It was only one word, but I was sure there had never been a single word in existence that held as much meaning.
“I . . . um . . .” I tried to speak, but it was totally pointless. That one word had rendered my jaw too loose to move and my tongue too thick and swollen to form shapes around any words. So I just nodded at him. He nodded back and smiled at me.
“All right, then.” He reached for the door. “I’ll give you some privacy to message Sarah and your friends and discuss all of this in great detail, although this time, I’m pretty sure the messages are going to be a little different.” He gave me the sexiest smile before walking out of the closet and leaving me all alone.
I didn’t do dinner after that—my stomach was in too many knots. And, of course, as soon as he’d closed the broom-closet door, I messaged the group immediately. And, of course, there it was also apparently no longer up for debate: I was to have sex with him now. All-the-way sex.
And I don’t think there was any part of me left that was still arguing over that.