vibrate - down there! I gasp. The feeling is extraordinary - beyond anything I've felt before.
"Ah!"
"Easy," Christian calms me, stifling my gasps with his mouth. His hands move down and tug very gently on the clamps. I cry out loudly.
"Christian, please!"
"Hush, baby. Hang in there."
This is too much - all this overstimulation, everywhere. My body starts to climb, and on my knees, I'm unable to control the buildup. Oh my... Will I be able to handle this?
"Good girl," he soothes.
"Christian," I pant, sounding desperate even to my own ears.
"Hush, feel it, Ana. Don't be afraid." His hands are now on my waist, holding me, but I can't concentrate on his hands, what's inside me, and the clamps, too. My body is building, building to an explosion - with the relentless vibrations and the sweet, sweet torture of my nipples. Holy hell. It will be too intense. His hands move from my hips, down and around, slick and oiled, touching, feeling, kneading my skin - kneading my behind.
"So beautiful," he murmurs and suddenly he gently pushes an anointed finger inside me... there! Into my backside. Fuck. It feels alien, full, forbidden... but oh... so...
good. And he moves slowly, easing in and out, while his teeth graze my upturned chin.
"So beautiful, Ana."
I'm suspended high - high above a wide, wide ravine, and I'm soaring then falling giddily at the same time, plunging to the Earth. I can hold on no more, and I scream as my body convulses and climaxes at the overwhelming fullness. As my body explodes, I'm nothing but sensation - everywhere. Christian releases first one and then the other clamp, causing my nipples to sing with a surge of sweet, sweet painful feeling, but it's oh-so-good and causing my orgasm, this orgasm, to go on and on. His finger stays where it is, gently easing in and out.
"Argh!" I cry out, and Christian wraps himself around me, holding me, as my body continues to pulse mercilessly inside.
"No! " I shout again, pleading, and this time he tugs the vibrator out of me, and his finger, too, as my body continues to convulse.
He unstraps one of the cuffs so that my arms fall forward. My head lolls on his shoulder, and I am lost, lost to all this overwhelming sensation. I'm all shattered breath, exhausted desire and sweet, welcome oblivion.
Vaguely, I'm aware that Christian lifts me, carries me over to the bed, and lays me down on the cool satin sheets. After a moment, his hands, still oiled, gently rub the backs of my thighs, my knees, my calves, and my shoulders. I feel the bed dip as he stretches out beside me.
He pulls the mask off, but I don't have the energy to open my eyes. Finding my braid he undoes the hair tie and leans forward, kissing me softly on my lips. Only my erratic breathing disturbs the silence in the room and steadies as I float gently back to Earth. The music has stopped.
"So beautiful," he murmurs.
When I persuade one eye to open, he's gazing down at me, smiling softly.
"Hi," he says. I manage a grunt in response, and his smile broadens. "Rude enough for you?"
I nod and give him a reluctant grin. Jeez, any ruder and I'd have to spank the pair of us.
"I think you're trying to kill me," I mutter.
"Death by orgasm." He smirks. "There are worse ways to go," he says but then frowns ever so slightly as an unpleasant thought crosses his mind. It distresses me. I reach up and caress his face.
