"Just suck," I breathed. "Hard. Suck hard."
He fell onto me once more and did as I asked. My thigh muscles were rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of pain. I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or not. And then I knew. Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed. I was panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way and that. He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across the sensitised tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed.
With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body. My eyes blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy. I couldn't keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my faculties. I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted the moment to end.
We made love for the rest of the afternoon. It was slow and extraordinary. It was warm and precious. It was intimate and breathless. It was magnificent.
It was time to bring this sensational day to an end. We bathed in the spa and fooled around a little but did not start anything. Time was now short and I needed to be back on the plane.
He drove me to the airport and saw me to my plane. I was on my way home. The day had ended but the memory would continue forever.
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