by PE Kavanagh
“A little. But it’s not a big deal. I’m not worried. Anymore.”
“I’m glad. I would never want you to worry.”
He kissed her again, this time parting her lips. His tongue was warm and delicious. She ran her fingers through his hair as he extended his body to float over her.
She slid her hand down his back, grabbing a handful of his bottom. Fantastic. He moved his knee between her legs and she brought her leg up to meet his thigh.
He moved his mouth down the side of her neck and pulled the frayed edge of her sweater down to reveal a collarbone, a shoulder, the top of her breast.
“Skin is better,” she reminded him.
He pressed himself to sitting, then onto his feet. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, wondering why he stood up. He held out a hand, which she took to help herself up and followed his lead as he walked to the bedroom. The heavy drum of her heartbeat was nearly deafening. Was this it?
He turned to face her, with the foot of the bed behind him. “I want you to know that you are in charge here. You can pick where you want to go and what you want to do.”
“I don’t want to be in charge. And I’ve already chosen.” Lola had rarely been more certain about anything.
He took the hem of her top and drew it slowly up her torso, and then over her head. He moaned as he buried his face between her breasts.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he drew one hand from her throat down the center of her torso, then curled his fingers around the edge of her bottoms and began to pull them down.
Lola realized that move would leave her completely naked and placed her hands on top of his, stopping him.
He looked up at her, eyes wide with urgency and uncertainty. He released the hold of her waistband but kept his hand where it was.
“I’d like to see you,” he said with a breathy growl.
She took a step back, removed his hand, and then slipped her fingers inside the edge of her pants. Slowly, she slid them down her hips and legs, moving one foot and then the other out of the bottoms.
She stood, unwavering in his gaze, crystal clear in her offer to him.
“You are stunning.” His voice shook.
“I’d like to see you,” she said, in return.
He stood up and relieved himself of his clothes before sitting down again.
She scanned the length of his body - the broad shoulders, carved chest, rippled abdomen, the dark hair on his strong thighs, the fierce erection between his legs - before she knelt astride him and looked down into his face. His hands ran the length of her back, buttocks, and legs as he pulled her toward him. Their hips rocked together, their breath mingled.
“Lola,” he repeated, over and over, as he pressed her body into him. And then more strongly, “Hold onto me.”
Before she could process his words, he had picked her up and turned her toward the bed. She let her body fall back and his fall on top of hers.
His body, strong and heavy, on top of her, pushed the air from her lungs. When his leg slid between hers she squeezed her thigh tight against it.
She arched her back to bring her breasts to his mouth and opened her thighs for his hand. She dragged her teeth across his chest as he zig zagged his fingers across her skin, slipping between her legs. A finger circled her clit before dipping inside her.
She clutched his erection as her own body bucked with the pressure of his fingers. He slowed, gently gliding over her wetness, as she found the rhythm stroking along his length.
When she let go of him, she expected that he would bring his body to her. That he would bring himself inside her. Instead, he sprung from the bed, into the living room, returning with a handful of condoms.
She took them from him, throwing all but one toward the bedside table. “Let me put it on you,” she said. He knelt in front of her, ready. Everything about this man was breathtaking, including the straight, stiff cock before her. She took the condom from him and, instead of opening it, sat up to face him, then moved onto her knees.
She moved her mouth to his neck and then traced a line from his Adam’s apple to the dimple at the base of his throat with her tongue. She inhaled him. He exhaled.
Her kisses moved down his chest, to the top of his rippled stomach, and continued down. He gasped when she took him into her mouth. He leaned back on his hands and groaned. “Lola…”
She traced a ring around the base of his swollen head with the tip of her tongue, then up the center to catch the drop that escaped. He quivered as she brought her tongue to the base of his thick cock and licked him like a lollipop. When she enveloped the top of his cock with her mouth, his hands threaded through her hair.
“Wait,” he said on an exhale. His hands pressed on her shoulders, moving her away.
She looked at him curiously. “No good?”
“Too good. I want… for you…”
She forgave his incoherence, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto him. His cock had filled her mouth and her fingers trembled as she anticipated him inside her.
“Lie down,” he told her.
She did. He hovered above her on his arms and nudged her legs apart.
“I’ve been thinking about this night.” His voice was as clear and unconflicted as she had ever heard it.
“Me too.” The craving was nearly unbearable.
Someone began trembling, and she couldn’t tell who.
Her heart was pounding, too fast. Something was wrong.
He did not move toward her. “Are you okay?”
“This is more intense than I thought, Aidan. I don’t know why. I’m feeling strange.”
“I feel it too, Lola. You can change your mind at any time.”
She pulled him down to her until he released his full weight. She needed to be connected, and took his mouth. She guided his hips until he slid along her inner seam. The pressure was almost too much as the head of his cock pressed into her. She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, to dissolve into the pleasure of it, but there he stayed.
He moved so slowly, she had trouble knowing if he was moving at all. He had entered her only partially. This is not the time to be delicate. Something about the tension in his body kept her silent.
He was vibrating. Almost as if he was electrified. His muscles contracted, his body quivered. Fear rose up to her chest, and she looked to his face for reassurance, but his eyes were pressed shut, his face contorted.
What was going on with him? It was almost as if this was causing him pain. She moved her hands to his face and softly stroked his cheeks. Her body was screaming to feel him fully inside her, but he moved no further. Abruptly, his eyes and mouth opened wide, followed by a guttural groan. And then he was pulsing inside her.
“Fuck, fuck… FUCK!”
This can’t be happening. Did he just orgasm? Already?
She lay paralyzed beneath him, confused, trying unsuccessfully to fight her growing shock. Tears pressed against her tightly squeezed eyelids.
He dropped next to her, facing away, his breathing ragged, his body still shaking. “Lola…”
She stroked his back.
“I’m so sorry, baby. That was… I can’t believe that just happened.”
She needed to look in his eyes. “Look at me, Aidan. Please.”
It took forever for him to turn his head those few inches so that they were face to face.
“I’m sorry. This never happens to me. Never. I have no idea what happened. How embarrassing.”
“It’s okay, Aidan. It’s an orgasm, not a crime.”
He stayed silent for too long, well past her rising discomfort. She danced between her upset and his.
He pushed onto his hands and began to move off her, taking the edges of the condom with one hand. The sensation of him sliding out of her released the tears she had been holding back. Get a hold of yourself!
She rolled onto her side, away from him and focused on the city skyline through her window, as he went to the bathroom. She heard water ru
nning, and then an interminable silence. The creak of the bed was followed by the feeling of his body snuggled up behind her. His palm flattened on her belly as he moved her into him. His body was cold, but his breath, on her neck, shoulders, and in her hair, was warm.
“I’m sorry. That’s definitely not how I wanted things to go tonight.”
She was glad not to have to look at him. Or have him notice her tears. “Please stop apologizing. It’s okay, Aidan. It really is. This happens.”
“Not to me.”
For some reason, that statement struck her as funny. “Well, you just weren’t prepared for my disarming sexiness. It happens all the time.”
The sharp angles of his body softened. She imagined his pained expression beginning to change into a small smile. “Yes, that’s true. You undid my years of study and training. In one fell swoop.”
“Years of training? What are you, the sex ninja?” Lola reached her hand around to touch his arm.
“You’re not allowed to tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret, okay?” He kissed the top of her shoulder.
“Sure.”
“Although, at this point, there’s no reason for you to believe my superpowers. But you will. Very shortly.”
“Very shortly?” Her question was accompanied by the movement of his hand from her belly, downward. He tucked his fingers between her legs and cupped her still warm pussy. She moaned in appreciation.
He pressed the heel of his hand on top of her mound, while two fingers slid between her lips. "You are so wet, Lola."
As if nothing had happened, her desire was reignited. His fingers traced a line from her clit to her opening, dipping inside her and stroking outside of her. Lola’s hips moved to meet him, and he increased the pace and the pressure.
"Does that feel good?" His voice strengthened.
“Yes… so good,” she said with her breath. His touch was exquisite.
“Good.” He bit her on the back of the shoulder and then sucked where he had bitten. She squeezed his forearm as he took his top leg across her, and pulled back one of her legs, opening her even more to him. His fingers did not stop, as the cool air of the room on her wet parts gave her a jolt.
Her thighs began to shake and she knew she was close.
“Aidan…”
“Yes, baby. I’m here. Take it.” He plunged two fingers inside her and curled them in. This tumbled her up and over and she let herself be vaulted into orgasm. He did not stop as she moaned and pulsed and called out his name.
He didn’t move anything until she had been still for minutes.
“Beautiful, Lola.” He brought his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, before pressing himself into her back, his erection demanding attention behind her. With a tilt of her hips, she slid herself along his length, rubbing her bottom against him. His breath grew deeper and faster.
In a move that would have made an actual sex ninja proud, she pushed him onto his back, and then hopped on top of him. She knelt astride him and smiled at the startled look on his face. This time, it was much more pleasure than shame.
He handed her a condom from the bedside table next to him, which she rolled onto him. When she leaned forward, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, while squeezing the other. A slight lift of her hips had her in position.
He moved a hand around behind her, wanting to help position himself, but she pushed it away.
“I got this.” She stroked him with her pussy, sliding her wetness up and down his shaft. She was still sensitive from what had happened just moments before, and this was a sure path to another orgasm. But she wanted him inside her.
Moving forward, she lifted her bottom until she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. He dropped his head back, releasing her breast, and looked at her with two wide eyes.
Slowly, but not as slowly as he had been moving, she took him in, willing herself to relax, to soften enough to be able to accommodate his girth. Opening to him, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, demanded all her presence. He pinned her hips, pressing her down until he was completely engulfed by her. This did not feel like the same man. His face was strong and confident, his body warm and present. The shaking was gone.
The tip of his cock pushed deeper into her with each stroke. She quickened her pace. He pulled her to him, catching her mouth and taking over the rhythm of their movement.
He held her hips steady as he bent his knees for more leverage, his strokes firm and insistent. A forward tilt of her hips created friction between her clit and his low belly. She fell into the intoxication of the pounding of his cock deep within her, the smacking of his thighs on her bottom, and the rub of her clit.
The room filled with moaning but she couldn’t tell whose it was. Her body was no longer hers.
“Again,” he said.
“I don’t think…”
“Again,” he insisted. He tipped her hips only the slightest bit more, leaving her more open to him, and that was it. The rolls of orgasm began at her belly and flared outward to every point of her body. It was hot and cold and wet all at the same time. The dark blue of the night sky filled the room to the point that it felt like she was underwater. The cool water tickled her skin, and she opened her mouth to breathe. She could almost taste the salt water on her tongue.
The pulse of her orgasm continued for longer than she had ever experienced and the dream began to come in flashes. It was this, this feeling, of sex and pleasure and the bottomless ocean that kept waking her from the deepest sleep. She buried her head into his neck, waiting for the sensations to pass enough that she could regain composure. She had had plenty of orgasms in her life, but none like that. What is he doing to me?
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, offering kisses into her hair and whispering her name. She thought they would stay there, to rest, but he flipped them both over.
He gazed down at her from above. And he was still inside her. Maybe he wasn’t joking about being a sex ninja.
He lifted up, moved both of her knees toward her chest and began to push into her, even more deeply than before. From this position, she could see the entirety of his torso, muscles rippling, pleasure taking over his expression. Attempts at composure were futile.
She watched him watch her. His breath deepened. He was close.
“Again.”
“Your turn, Aidan.”
“Again.” Two orgasms were already miraculous enough. There was no way she would have a third. But she didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm. She pulled him down for a kiss, enjoying the idea of his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy. To be filled with him.
His back muscles contracted and the rhythm of his breathing shifted. So close…
He stopped, his arms trembling and a groan caught in his throat. He stayed completely still.
“Aidan!” What’s happening?
He moved his hand down to his cock and held the condom as he pulled out of her.
“Aidan, what are you doing? Why are you stopping? You haven’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking between her legs. There was no possibility of controlling the cry that came out of her.
The space where his cock had just been was now filled with his fingers. He curled them upwards, pressing into her, while sucking on her clit. She wanted to push him away, confused why he had stopped, but couldn’t get herself to halt the overwhelming pleasure. She pressed her hips up to him and he sucked harder. At first she was floating, and then falling, descending into the water. There was no use in thinking about the impossibility of it. It was happening. Again.
She gasped as he moved his mouth off her, then registered the weight of his body, then him entering her again. She was as full as she had ever been and wondered how his cock had enlarged in the few minutes he was out of her. His singular intention was etched in the flesh of his body. She held onto him when the falling began again. She would take him with her, into the world under the sea. T
ake me, take me, take me, she repeated under her breath, even as she held him more and more tightly.
They moaned together, pulsed together, came together. She opened her eyes into the darkened room and saw nothing except the outline of his body and the movement of his dark hair. They were underwater and everything moved in an ink-tinted slow motion. The sounds of their breath mingled into the hush of waves.
Their bodies continued to move, taking minutes to settle into stillness. When he tried to shift, she resisted. She would have preferred he stayed there, on top of her, but there were logistics to be dealt with. She inhaled sharply when he pulled out, his absence tragic. Instead of getting up to go to the bathroom, he removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from the bedside box, and set it on the floor. Her breath became short and ragged. Please don’t cry.
“Are you okay? Am I crushing you?”
“Please don’t move.”
He kissed her gently, and she could taste herself on his lips. He was salty, like the sea. She let herself fall into sleep.
* * *
The next time she blinked her eyes open, the only things she could see were the sprinkling of city lights, dotted among the numerous skyscrapers, silhouetted against the purple-orange sky, and the whites of his eyes, watching her.
“You’re awake,” she whispered.
“Yes, baby. Watching you is infinitely better than sleep.”
There was something about the tone of his voice. Sad, wistful, scared? It lifted her quickly out of sleep. She turned to her side to face him. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is certainly not okay. Everything is amazing, spectacular, phenomenal.”
“Good. You did some great work tonight, Mr. Sex Ninja. Achieved a personal best and record for me.”
“Which was?”
She hated that he was going to make her say it. “Three. I had three orgasms. Never in the history of Lola Jennings has this been accomplished. By one man.”
“I’m not sure I can take any credit. You did something to me, Lola. I felt like I was plugged into a socket. My whole body was buzzing. I normally have great self-control, but I couldn’t control anything. As we know from the failed first round.”
