Kisses, licks, bites, dampness, intensity lasted for hours, it felt like, but only minutes had gone by. You’d turn this down? Tentatively, almost hesitantly, I flicked my tongue on her sweet clit–least I thought I hit that, it was hiding, but absolutely hard under her flowerbed–and she had to squelch a slight scream into the couch throw pillow. But for my sweat pants, which I quickly removed after locking the study door from the inside, we were both bare. I kept on a steady pistoning, ever building, as did a white-hot ball of electricity building deep from within me I’d only been twice before, and that was just moments ago and when I was 12 but this time, the blinding white stars, dots, blobs of green-blue light dancing before my eyes wouldn’t be those, but the rolling, ever rolling pleasure of release and the intensity that it brings, like you heart stops as does time, until you’re suspended for a moment … Michaela blew me a kiss, then left the study without making a sound. “You’re welcome,” I whispered, then began to ask, “Just to be sure–“
She looked
