35. Jeanie
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jeanie
Triple Oh, Oh, Oh My
Somehow Nathan touches me everywhere all at once. I don’t comprehend the multiple sensations until a buzz ignites, tantalizing my clit at the same time he fills me. I moan with pleasure.
“You like that?” His voice turns hoarse.
I’m so sensitive, my pleasure rises like a fast-moving flood. Before I can control myself, I’m coming on Nathan’s dick. I grip the cushion, hanging on for dear life as my pussy contracts. Aftershocks course through me.
“Fuck. Yes. Come around me.”
Nathan’s thrusts intensify. The pool water splashes in time, soaking my feet.
His palm circles my ass cheek and then smacks it, causing me to clench his thickness. Now he moans.
“Get ready for more,” he says.
The buzzing intensifies. But now, it’s not only massaging my clit, it’s stroking my g-spot, along with his cock. Because he’s merciless, something else activates, a gentle brushing at my back entrance.
“Holy, Je—ma—oh—sus,” I scream out.
I shake my head, trying to comprehend the state he’s towing me into. All sensations merge so they reverberate through his timber-hard cock and into me.
I feel too much, too fast. It’s more than I can bear.
All my muscles tighten, and I release a thunderous yowl. Tension coils until it slams down in a crashing release. Spasms explode at multiple points while hot euphoria surges across my sex—again.
When the buzzing wanes, I press my face into a deck pillow, catching the reflection of us in the nearby glass wall.
Behind me, Nathan is roguish with sinewy muscle, like a powerful sea god who rose from the ocean to take what is his. He grips my body tighter, and pure, unfiltered pleasure crosses his face as he releases himself into me until there’s nothing left.
Finishing, he folds over my slumped body. His heart pounds hard against my back like it’s threatening to beat out of his chest. Mine settles tight in my throat, making it hard to speak or breathe. We fall over, tangled with heavy arms and legs.
“What. Was. That?” I place a hand over my chest, trying to even my breathing.
Nathan rolls on his side, facing me, a smug grin on his face. “You didn’t care for your triple O?”
“I counted two, you egomaniac.”
“Not if you count me making you come on the inside and the outside at the same time. ”
“Is that even possible?” He may be pranking me, but it sounds true.
“I can’t take all the credit.”
His gaze drops to a multi-armed toy encircling his now half-flaccid cock, and I try to puzzle out each arm’s purpose.
“It looks like a spider. A wolf spider.” Gingerly, I poke at it.
“It’s a new prototype, which I’m now going to call a Wolf Spider.” He pinches off the condom and the contraption.
“The toy deserves a break,” I say, “but not you.”
I find the energy to hook a leg over his hip and tug him closer. We settle on our sides and debate who or what did the most work—him or the toy.
When the seagulls squawk, interrupting us, we turn our attention their way, only to find them engaged in their own sexual acts, their wings flapping furiously.
I pucker my lips. “I think we’ve inspired them.”
“There’s more where that came from.”
Nathan rolls me in a new direction. Then he gives the birds a few more pointers.
We spend the afternoon splashing in Nathan’s pool and napping on the swinging bed. When the sun sets, we curl up on the outdoor sectional next to a crackling fire pit.
“Do you have another sex toy in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I lift my head from his lap and stare at his shorts where they’re vibrating.
“For you, I always have another sex toy.” He kisses my forehead as I sit up, but then he removes his phone. He checks his screen and winces.
“Who is it?” I hug a pillow to my chest.
“My agent. She’s been blowing up my phone.”
“Tell her you were busy testing new merchandise. She’ll understand.”
“I’ll pass your message along.” He chuckles and stands.
I lie back down as he paces the deck with his phone pressed to his ear. I can’t hear anything, he’s too far away, but as their conversation continues, he becomes increasingly agitated, his body language animated.
My stomach turns over when he pauses in midstride and his gaze flies to mine with worry painted on his face.