A Terrible Shock
"You're welcome," I tease. Rowan chuckles and gives my nipple a little pinch in retaliation, but never ceases his exploring touch.
I begin to seek out a pattern in my movement. Grinding around in a circular motion, rocking back and forth a few times, and then back to grinding. I tilt my head back again and close my eyes for a moment, concentrating on finding just the right stimuli in just the right sequence. My moans begin to escape more regularly, too. All the energy and heat of this luxurious fuck is wrapping me up in a daze, the need and pleasure pulling me into a clumsy dance as I writhe on his cock.
I’m not the only one getting dazed. I look down into Rowan’s eyes as I brace against his chest, seeing the hunger there. He’s bucking beneath me now, unable to resist the impulse. The lust in his system has him gasping and groaning. I moan out for him and smile. He’s close to orgasm now. I’m not sure how long he’s been close, but now it’s getting harder for him to resist.
"Oh fuck," he gives a ragged sigh, and I feel my pussy clench instinctively in reply. We moan in unison this time, and the thrill makes my heart flutter. This is what I want.
"Mmm, yes," I urge him on, clutching at him as I writhe at a faster pace. "I want you to cum. Cum while you're buried deep inside me. Mmm, give me your orgasm. Give it to me."
We move in a heated frenzy to find that peak, while I savor every sensation. Craving him, wanting every last bit of his control. The heat in my clit is intense, but I’ve yet to touch it. My hands are on his now, keeping them clamped to my hips as we rock and writhe and fuck with a mindless intensity.
"Mmmm, fuck..." Rowan’s breath hitches as his body tenses up, bucking upwards and tilting his head back as his orgasm bursts inside me. It’s a pure joy that floods my mind, a satisfaction barely possible to put into words. The feeling that he’s given himself over to me. That I have claimed him. I gasp and moan and ride the throes with him, a warm tingle in my skin. As he eases back a little, I slow my rhythm down. Not quite still, but very gentle.
"You... are mine," I whisper, grinning as he catches his breath. I lean and kiss him sweetly before he has the chance to reply. Lingering for a time in soft smooches, I sigh and finally lean back to see his face. His expression is happy and a little sly.
"Wasn't this supposed to be about your pleasure?" he asks, his voice a little dry from panting. I giggle and shrug.
"Well, it is... and I'm not finished," I reply. I lean down close again, but not for a kiss. Instead, I reach by the nightstand… and pick up my vibrator.
"Ooh," Rowan says, as though I’ve imparted great wisdom. I feel his cock pulse inside me, the hardness that had only faded slightly since his orgasm is building eagerly back up. I giggle again, unable to keep my giddiness in check.
"Mhm," I agree, pressing the vibe up against my clit and turning it on. "Mmm, god." I add as the pleasure spikes in my already electrified nerves.
My slower, indulgent pace vanishes as the new sensation winds up my system. I writhe and rock on him in a newly urgent pattern. Everything in my brain is gearing to chase down that final pleasure. I want to find that incandescent moment of climax… and most importantly, I want to share it with him.
"Oh, mm," My moans are more pleading now. The rise and fall of intensity in my nerves is a perfect torment. I writhe at a compulsive speed, arching my back and nibbling at my lip. As the build rises and the pleasure gets more and more pitched, I am at the mercy of my urges. My brain is a jumble of my senses… the sounds of his moans, the friction inside me, the thrill and the exertion, the pursuit of my release… I wanted his control, and now I don't have any either.
"Oh my god," I gasp, pressing and swirling the vibe over my clit. I'm completely indulgent now, riding his cock and toying with my clit to a point I can barely stand. But I’m going for more, even as he groans and flexes beneath me. I can’t tell if it’s too much for him, but I can't stop yet.
"Mm, yeah..." I feel my pleasure tilting just at the edge. So close, so good, so sensitive I’m not sure I can handle what I know is next. Before I can hesitate, it’s too late. I gasp and moan over and over as my orgasm plunges me over the edge. It hits like a blast of heat, a floating, light-headed sensation that has me bending forward, unable to stay upright. His arms circle me and keep me close as I shudder through my throes. I clutch him with my face to his neck and give a whimpering moan against his skin.
"Phew, fuck..." I giggle as the climax ebbs. Panting and smiling, I pull myself upright. My whole body is flush with afterglow. I grab the vibe from where it lies buzzing merrily on the bed and switch it off. I take the effort to slide off his cock before surrendering to my fatigue, collapsing down onto the bed and snuggling up against him.
"Mmm," Rowan hums a satisfied sound and cuddles me as our energy settles into a lazy ease. We've reduced ourselves to non-verbal puddles, the perfect way to end the day. I grin at myself as I realize that I’m sure to be sore in a few places tomorrow.
****
The next morning, an endless ringing filled the air, jolting me from sleep. I groaned, reaching blindly for my phone on the nightstand, eyes still half-closed.
“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice groggy.
“Remi!” Claire’s voice blared through the phone, high-pitched and chastising. “Where the hell are you? I thought you were back at your hotel! The wedding is in a few hours.”
I rubbed my eyes, blinking against the soft morning light streaming through the window. “I… I thought so too,” I said, squinting at the unfamiliar room. My head was spinning, fragments of last night slowly piecing together. “Wait... where am I, then?”
“You left,” Claire replied, half-laughing, half-lecturing. “With a really hot stranger, might I add.”
“What?” I bolted upright, the blanket slipping off my shoulders. “A stranger? Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I couldn’t,” she laughed, exasperated. “You went home with Mr. Vaughn himself!”
As the name left her lips, I felt my stomach drop. Just then, I heard a door open from across the room. My eyes darted toward it, and there he was—Rowan Vaughn, stepping out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his waist, damp hair falling over his forehead.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my face flushing as I stared at him, realization hitting like a sledgehammer.
Claire, still on the line, could clearly hear the shock in my voice. “I’d say good morning, but it sounds like you’re already having one!”
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