Page 94 of Blood Stone

She fell back on the bed, panting.

Adrian was smiling.

Kate shook her head.

“Yes,” he refuted, straightening up. “This time, you take me.”

She didn’t think it was possible for her body to respond at all, but he had brought her to such a fever pitch, her clit and her pussy – her entire cleft – gave out a massive throb at the thought.

Adrian once again spread her thighs. He drew his fingertips gently through her cleft. She was very wet and his fingers glided without resistance, making her squirm at his touch.

His cock was jutting from his thighs at rigid attention, red and almost purple at the tips of the head, seemingly angry with lack of attention. Kate wondered where he intended to put it. Anywhere was fine by her as long as it was soon. She was a twitching mass of sensitivity and she wanted to be fucked properly.

He reached between her legs again, but the expected touch didn’t come immediately. He lifted up his hand again, showing her what he held. It was a butt plug, and it was a big one.

She drew in a deep breath. Now she knew what he intended to do with her. Her whole body leapt with excitement.

“Oh, youdolike it,” he breathed. He pushed the plug up against her anus, letting the ring of muscle open naturally, taking it in. He had already lubricated the plug, and she had already been stretched by him, but the plug was bigger. It widened her, and pushed inside, spreading her, filling her.

When it was fully seated, she moaned. It was larger than anything she had ever taken, and now Adrian was going to fuck her, too.

He bent and sucked her nipples, one at a time.

Kate forgot about size, about discomfort, about any of it. Bolts of pure excitement channelled directly to her clit, made even more deeply pleasurable by the plug inside her.

Then Adrian’s cock slide slowly, inexorably, into her pussy.

“Oh sweet Jesus, Adrian…” she murmured, opening her eyes and looking up at him as he leaned over her.

It was the greatest sensation ever, she decided. Well, the best she had experienced to date. She could get addicted to this way too easily.

Adrian gave a slow smile, as he settled on his elbows over her. “Whatever happened to ‘I can only come once’?”

She laughed. “Fuck me. God, just fuck me.”

He kissed her, taking his time about it. His tongue swept across hers, sweet and honeyed. She gave herself up to the kiss, to every sensation he wanted to provide.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re squeezing me like a vice. Anyone would think you like this.”

“Hate it.” Her voice was ragged. Used and smoky.

Adrian levered himself upright, his cock staying inside her. “I’d better get this over with, if you hate it so much.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her, as he settled on his knees.

The movement pushed him even deeper into her. She caught her breath.

“There’s more where that came from,” he promised, his own voice rough with arousal.

He thrust, a slow controlled movement, and Kate caught her breath again. This was…oh, this was so much better than just straight sex, or even sex with a standard butt plug. She clutched at the cuffs, feeling the surge of another climax starting to build. Then she realized…her clit wasn’t being stimulated. It was just Adrian’s cock, and the monster plug, and she was starting to hyperventilate as the climax rushed at her.

She arched hard, as the pleasure build. “Faster,” she begged, with a moan. “Deeper.”

“Christos,” Adrian muttered. His fingers were digging into her hips as he thrust hard and deep, as requested, his cock ramming into her in fasts, rhythmic strokes that made her pussy walls clench and quiver. “Come for me, Kate. Come on. I can see you’re there.”

She hovered on the brink for endless heartbeats, feeling the enormous groundswell of pleasure about to break over her, her breath, her pulse, and her thoughts held waiting for it to burst and shower her with the thrilling spasms.

When it did, she could finally breathe. She drew in a breath and screamed, a low pitched, deep and lung burning sound.

Adrian leaned forward and gripped her shoulder for leverage and pumped harder, faster. Abruptly, he arched and grew still as he came, the tendons in his neck straining. He fell against her and for a moment his lips rested against the nape of her neck, moving restlessly. Then he turned his head away and lay, recovering, his body not quite resting on hers.

“I didn’t pass out,” Kate whispered.

He turned his head to look at her. He smiled. It was a small smile. “I’ll have to keep tweaking the formula.Somethingwicked will do it for you. We’ll just have to keep practicing.”

She laughed again, and this time it was deliciously free of tension.Anytension at all. Sleep was going to come oh, so easy tonight.