Behind the Scenes

Chapter Sixteen

The answer is: three. Three toe-curling, mind-numbing, transcendent orgasms, all before the sun rises at dawn the next day.

          But first, there's Joe. 

          His kisses are fiery and feral after I finish for the first time. His boxers strain against the head of his cock. He grinds himself against my thigh with a whimper.

          The muscles around my opening continue to flex around nothing, and I've never felt so empty. I strain under the weight of Joe's body to reach the waist of his boxers. When my fingers brush fabric, I yank his shorts down and his cock and balls spring free.

          I take him in hand, and his skin is so hot. My hand isn't big enough to hold all of him at once.

          Will he fit? I wonder.

          There's only one way to find out.

          Joe grabs my wrist with a moan and forces me to release him.

          "Don't," he says gruffly. "It feels too good."

          His foreskin slips back over the head of his dick when it twitches; the tip already glistens with cum. My muscles continue clamping around nothing, every nerve ending screaming for friction.

          "I want you inside me," I gasp. Joe doesn't seem to hear me, sucking my breast into his mouth. A single rogue curl dangles down over his forehead.

          "Joe, please-- Come inside me. Please."

          He presses his forehead to mine and for a second, we just breathe together.

          "It might be quick," he says with the faint hint of a smile. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

          I nod and buck my hips to meet his, desperate. He grunts and braces himself on his forearm. He moves his hips over me, his length getting swallowed up in my folds. The sensation is tantalizing. He grinds his cock up and down on my clit, gasping incomplete sentences into the hollow of my throat: "Fuck, fuck-- I can't-- Oh fuck, Livi-- Yeah--"

          I bite my lip, feeling sensitive and over-worked, and dig my fingers into the dimples in his lower back. I guide him to my entrance, and his tip hovers at the rim as I arc my hips toward him. Joe grabs onto my waist and then--

          He drives himself into me. He cries out as I take him to the hilt with his first thrust, then he pulls out and sinks into me again. He spreads his hand across the small of my back and lifts my waist into the position he finds the most pleasure in.

          Our movements are frantic. There are wet, squelching noises, but they sound distant next to Joe's horny murmuring in my ear. Meanwhile, being fucked by him feels so good, I can barely breathe.

          He finishes with two hard thrusts into me and a garbled cry, then he buries his face in my neck and collapses on top of me.

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We doze on and off as the afternoon clouds converge overhead. Even in sleep, we find each other. I'm half-asleep when my lips brush against his--still stuck enough in my dream-like state to think I'm still dreaming. But our soft, sleepy kisses increase in pressure until the sleep starts to clear from my head, which races to gain the same level of awareness as my body. Joe's fingers sink into my hair and he rolls me on top of him, moaning my name. I haven't even opened my eyes yet when his dick sinks into me again. I tilt my head back in pure ecstasy. 

          So this is what good sex feels like. 

          His mouth forms an O as I rock my hips back and forth. His facial hair is soft under my palm. He turns his face to the side to suck my thumb into his mouth, and I gasp. His fingers dig into my thighs as I find the perfect angle, and then I ride us both across the finish line.