She opened her eyes. And saw Felix. She was with Felix. She whispered his name once, twice. The tightness in her chest released, and her breaths came easily again.
“There you are,” Felix said as he caressed her cheek again. “Stay with me. You okay?”
“I’m okay. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, Jo. Should I stop?”
Jo took a slow breath to give herself a second to think. No. She didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want this precious night with him stolen away by her own stupid brain. Another breath. Releasing the pillow, she touched Felix’s hand at her cheek. He closed his fingers around hers.
She imagined herself driving on the highway. Felix sat in the passenger seat, holding her hand like this. Gazing at her lovingly like this. She slammed on the gas pedal, leaving the past in the past.
“No,” Jo said. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Felix promised. Then, immediately, he kept his promise. His thumb swirled around her clit, and Jo gasped and dropped her head back. “Say my name again, Jo, and tell me if you like it.”
“Yes. Felix, yes. I like it.”
He smiled at her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. “That’s it. Tell me as often as you want. I like to hear it.”
Jo was quickly swept away by the touch of his hand. “More, Felix.”
He added his ring finger and fucked her faster. She clenched onto his other hand, cool against her hot cheek.
“Hold the pillow again,” he told her. It took her a moment to let go of him, but when she did, he dragged his hand down to her chest and kneaded her breast through her bra. Her nipple firmed, and she arched into his touch.
“Fuck, Felix. It’s so good.”
“There’s more,” he said, sensuous and quiet. “Do you want it?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His hand traveled down again. Jo moaned at the loss of sensation on her nipple, and then again when he removed his thumb from her clit. “More,” she whined. “Please.”
The bed shifted under her. Felix’s leg brushed hers as he adjusted his position. “Patience, my Jo.”
She waited for the space of two thundering heartbeats. And then her body exploded with ecstasy. Three fingers pounded into her while—holy fuck—his other hand found her clit. Both hands were on her now, and Jo had never known anything like it. Her clit was nestled between the pads of two fingers that flew in fast, tight circles. Inside her, Felix was curling, twisting, rubbing, never doing the same thing twice as though to learn what she liked best. Jo’s poor mind could barely keep up. Eventually, she stopped trying to anticipate what was coming next and simply let herself feel.
Words and sounds spilled from her lips as she writhed. “Felix” and “please” and “Jesus” and “yes” and “more, oh my God, more.” She was losing control. She was coming apart at the seams. She was making a fool of herself.
And Felix? He kept going. He just—
Didn’t.
Fucking.
Stop.
He wasn’t kidding about having stamina. Not once did he slow down or readjust or pause to shake out his hands. He gave her everything he’d promised, and then some.
The pleasure began to crest within Jo, and her whole body went tense in expectation. She sucked in a breath through her teeth.
Felix noticed. “Yes, my Jo. You’re so close. Let me see how beautifully you come. Don’t hold back. Show me. Show me how you come. Let go.”
She did. Jo screamed a short, high scream as she came so hard it dazzled her vision. Even with her eyes shut tight, she saw white. Her scream devolved into a moan that was cut off by a gasp.
“Fe—” She couldn’t even get his whole name out. Couldn’t beg him to stop before the pleasure destroyed her.
Because he was still going, not letting up by even a fraction. As soon as she started coming down from her orgasm, another one followed it. Jo’s body spasmed and shuddered, and she released a wild yelp. She managed to unclench one fist from the pillowcase and wave her hand at Felix to stop him. Only then did he slow, deftly easing her down until he finally settled into stillness. Jo’s breaths were ragged, uneven, gasping. Her body convulsed as her muscles twitched into relaxation. She peeled her eyes open and stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling.
“Ho… ly…”
Felix’s hands came away from her body, and he lay down next to her. “Breathe,” he murmured in her ear. “You did great, my Jo. That was beautiful to watch. Just breathe now.” His palm, as warm and grounding as his voice, rested on her stomach. She covered his hand with both of hers and felt her own wetness coating his fingers. Jo couldn’t remember ever being so wet when she came.
After what seemed like hours, she calmed down enough to speak a full sentence. “What the ever-loving fuck, Felix?”
The need for release was an insistent, nagging pulse through Felix’s body, but damn if it wasn’t satisfying to bring Jo to such beautiful ruin. She was so responsive, both to his hands and to his words. It made him want to touch her all night. He nuzzled his nose into her cheek and inhaled the delicious scent of her. “That’s why I told you in advance what I was going to do.”
“Not nearly enough of a warning.” She inched her face closer, a request he answered by kissing her deeply. She hummed into his lips and rolled onto her side.
Felix slid his hand from her belly to her back, leaving a damp trail around her waist. Jo clutched at him and raked the backs of her green and orange nails through his chest hair. His skin ignited with goosebumps, and he moaned against her mouth.
“Fuck, I love the way your nails feel, Jo,” he said and kissed her again. “Lower.”
Her fingertips danced down his abs to the edge of his underwear. Then she dragged her nails up over his stomach, ending with a hard flick to his nipples. It made Felix grunt like an animal. Made him feel like one too. All tenderness and praise ripped from him in a moment. There was nothing left of him now but instinct and sensation and pounding, aching, unrelenting need. He wasn’t even kissing Jo anymore. He was just lying there, aching, wound tight like a spring and ready to burst.
