The pressure rises in my belly, and I tighten every muscle in my body.
I’m so close. I’m so close to this moment.
And then he stops.
“What!?” I yell out. I almost laugh, but the noise coming out of me is one of pure frustration. “Why did you—” But then I swallow my groan at the next sensation.
Because something . . . and I think I know what, has pushed inside me.
It’s not as big as a dick. It’s a little wider, more rigid, but short.
And he’s fucking me with it right now as he licks my clit.
My moans become choked and strained. I ride my hips into his extra appendage to the same rhythm as his tongue circling my clit.
The impending orgasm building in the base of my stomach might quite literally suffocate me under this acute, near-pain pleasure.
And yet, I still want, no, I need more from him.
I bring one of my hands from the ledge and hold it against his head, pressing him into me hard, riding his face in every single way I can.
His hands are squeezing the flesh at my hips so tightly I wonder if I’ll have a bruise there tomorrow.
I hope that I do.
I want the evidence of his presence to stay on me even after I leave. So that when I do inevitably leave, there is proof that he exists. That he’s always here with me.
Now, we’re moving in tandem, my hips, his extra appendage pushing in and out of me. It’s like I’m getting fucked with the first third of a dick, my pussy clenching for more, but also his tongue is forcing an orgasm from me regardless.
The push and pull of desire and fulfillment is overwhelming.
So overwhelming that with one final plunge, my hips straining to get closer to him, the orgasm I’ve been swimming toward comes crashing into me.
“Oh god . . . .” I moan as my voice crescendos because Mack doesn’t slow. He grasps me tighter with his hands, fucks me harder, licks faster. “Oooooh god . . .” This time, there’s no mistaking it.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh . . . .” The orgasm rips through me, up from the sensitive spot of my clit and all the way through my legs and arms, hitting the back of my throat.
My eyes roll, lids close shut.
The climax has hit, and now I’m tumbling down shore with tiny little snaps of my hips, lapping up every single second left of all the sensations.
Finally, my body slows and then stills, and I slump completely, my thighs slackening from their tight grip around his neck.
He’s still going . . . the fucking, the licking, the grasping.
But I put my hand on his shoulder, tapping him.
His movements still as well, one final push into me, one final lick, and then he pulls away.
The emptiness is okay though. I’m so incredibly spent that I don’t even have the words.
He emerges from the water, head breaking through the surface.
I’m nearing some kind of absolute meltdown, just trying to hold it together.
I might be the only person in this world to have ever experienced what I just experienced.
He grasps me tight against his body, his arms wrapped around my back.
We don’t say a word, but somehow so much has been said already.
No one could do that to me except for him.
And he knows it too.
Then, floating in the water, safe within his grasp, I rest my head on his shoulder.
Chapter 22
Iwake up with one gentle breath. My eyes flutter open. I look around, but all I can see is the white, wet material of a man’s shirt. My cheek is pressed against the material. My shoulders are dry, but everything else below is wet. Wet and naked.
I kick my legs in the water. They’re weightless. Relaxed.
Mack’s eyes flutter open as well.
We’ve been in the tank the entire night.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
