48. Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
Kat
“Please, I can’t. Not another one Henry, please,” I begged, gasping for air. I’d already tried this, and he hadn’t relented. He’d collected my orgasms onto a second hand, wringing six, seven, eight, and nine out of me.
He was so tender with me. And it DID feel so fucking good, every time.
But I was so tired. I couldn’t move. I was draped across him, hoping I wasn’t hurting him.
But if I was, he was the damn fool that had done this. And he could move me off of him. He’d put me here, for Christ’s sake.
The movie had ended, and he’d just recently restarted it because I “hadn’t watched it properly”. The audacity. I WONDER why I hadn’t watched it properly, my dude.
He lovingly stroked my wildly sweaty hair out of my face, kissing my forehead.
“But baby girl, I wanted ten,” he pouted. But then a serious expression crossed his face.
“I’m not going to drag out the birthday thing. And I know you’re tired, I can see it, sweetheart. If you want to stop, we can stop. I’m so proud you’ve let me do what we’ve done, already. But… well I did want ten,” he said sincerely.
I knew it didn’t ACTUALLY matter. It would be absurd if it did. He wouldn’t be disappointed or upset or sad if I didn’t say yes. If my BODY didn’t allow it.
But… this game was fun. Had been fun all night. And he’d so thoroughly proven me wrong, over and over and over again.
And I was addicted to the feel of his hands on my skin, skillfully pulling pleasure from me I hadn’t known he could find.
“You can try,” I mumbled honestly. I wasn’t sure if my body would cooperate. I’d had to reach for the last two, spurred by his coaching and coaxing. I wasn’t sure I’d reach it this time.
“Oh, my sweet girl, yes let’s try and see how we do. I have faith in you,” he murmured to me. Somewhere around the start of the eighth, I’d been receiving constant praise and affirmation and adoration and affection. And I was stuck in this warm glow of those words, those touches, those orgasms.
“You have to move me though,” I said a little grumpily. He chuckled softly.
“Fair enough, darling,” he allowed.
“This is going to sound so wrong but I’m orgasm-drunk and wiped and I’m finding it wildly funny…” I started, trailing off, wondering if I should even say it. But I couldn’t not.
“Now would be the time to fuck me. I’d probably be asleep before your breathing became a problem,” I joked. I looked at him to make sure he knew I didn’t mean it, because he’d be mad at me. He laughed softly.
“Kat, I would never. Even with your consent, that’s not something I’m into,” he admitted, laughing again. I nodded, feeling very floaty, my limbs not fully attached.
“Noted,” I said, trying to sound prim like we hadn’t done… well what we’d done in this bed tonight. He smiled down at me tenderly.
The walls started shifting, because he was moving me into whatever position he wanted me in this time. I’d stopped pretending I got to pick. Things felt different in each position, though, in a good way. I trusted his judgement.
He had me on my back, while he was propped up on his side beside me. He had my near leg pinned open under his knee, and he pushed the other one away from him. It flopped to the bed. I giggled.
“Let’s see what we can do,” he whispered in my ear.
Then he started everything all over again.
His hands and mouth were everywhere I liked, and he was wringing deep moans from me that I didn’t know I could make.
His hand finally slipped between my legs, and I tried to pull my legs shut. I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it.
“Baby girl, open your legs for me,” he urged. I shook my head. He looked at me carefully again.
“Kat, do you want this?” he asked softly. I had said I did. I knew that. And I did. I just… wanted him to take it. But that would sound wrong. Right?
He was staring at my face, and I knew without a doubt every thought was written there in my exhaustion.
“Kat…?” he asked again slowly. In for a penny, in for a pound.
“I want this. I like this, all of this, this fun game the counting the pushing especially the orgasms so much. I…” I trailed off, losing my nerve. I swallowed, feeling my chest and cheeks flush.
“Take it,” I murmured. His hand froze on my cheek. That did sound wrong. And it wasn’t what I meant, not really.
“Just… I might squirm. I’m so sensitive. But I want to try. Just, I might try to close my legs, involuntarily. Don’t let me. That’s all,” I whispered, finally getting it out right. I nodded, resolute. He nodded back, swallowing.
I think he was realizing he was getting what he’d asked for, demanded earlier.
Total and complete surrender.
My body was his to command and I wanted—no, NEEDED—to see what he could do with it. That was so fucking hot to me.
His hand dipped between my legs again, the other actively pushing my knee away like I’d asked. I knew what he’d find.
“Okay. Okay baby girl, I can work with that. Because even now, you’re drenched. You do want to feel good again, don’t you?” he asked slowly. I nodded earnestly. And fuck if it wasn’t true. My body was so eager to take everything he’d been willing to give.
And he was so eager to take what my body had been willing to give.
He slid a finger inside me, then two, then three, not doing anything other than simply thrusting in and out. I whimpered, my back arching, my knee pushing against his hand.
“Sweetheart, you want this. Let me give it to you. Take it,” he commanded, hooking all three fingers forward gently. Making me gasp. Then his thumb hit my clit. And I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle it, I couldn’t do it.
“Oh God. Oh God, Henry no. I can’t. I can’t take it. I can’t do it,” I moaned. He didn’t stop. I soon found out why.
“Kat, you’re riding my hand. Do you really want me to stop? Because honestly baby, you’re already close,” he whispered in my ear. I shook my head. I could feel my hips rotating against his hand, driving his fingers deeper, pressing his thumb harder.
“Make me come,” I begged. A determined look crossed his face. He started sucking on my chest again and picked up the pace with his hand. I could feel myself dripping, down my ass to the bed.
“Trust me?” he asked tentatively. I nodded, still squirming, trying to break through that last wall that had been erected sometime after number seven. I whimpered again.
“I’m so close, Henry, yes I trust you,” I begged. He looked at me closely.
“I need to get you a little closer. Ride my hand, yes just like that. There’s my good girl.
Yes, there you go. You’re doing so good sweetheart.
You can do it. I have faith in you sweetie.
Give me that last one. I want it. Be a good girl and give it to me,” he murmured in my ear. Yes, it was fucking working.
“I’m trying to be good for you,” I whimpered. He kissed my temple.
“I know my love. I know. You’ll be coming in just a second,” he whispered.
And then he slipped a finger past the clenched ring of muscle below my pussy and pressed DOWN.
I exploded into a million pieces.
I was one hundred percent deceased.
I screamed. Loud enough that I felt my mouth shoved into skin.
I bit down. I couldn’t help it. It just kept going and going and going and it was never going to stop.
And then I was gone.