go with the
orgasm that’s overpowering me. I can attest I haven’t come this violently before.
Just with his tongue and finger, Ace gifted me an orgasm much better than anything
else I’d had before.
Just as with every beautiful thing, this too has an end. A lump of sadness forms in
my throat. This must be it; the little death the French talk about. I’m dying after
reaching the nirvana, experiencing the highest of sensations first hand. The higher
I fly, the harder I fall. My body is under shock. My soul is shaking uncontrollably.
I can’t stop falling.
A strong feeling of remorse fills me in. My heart is hammering painfully beneath my
chest with the need to bond. Why? Why can’t I enjoy a simple sexual experience with
a man without developing feelings for him? What is wrong with me? I’m reckless to
let this happen, having known of my weakness for quite some time now.
I saw it coming. I knew sex with Ace wouldn’t be just a casual hook-up. The signs
were clear; the coconut oil he rubbed me with didn’t have any special ingredient in
it. It was Ace’s hand that magically drove me wild. But, never have I imagined a man
was capable of giving me this level of pleasure in its purest form. My body is still
trembling with the aftershock of the orgasm. My mind is a blur. My soul yearns to
connect and share this unique experience.
With Ace. Fuck!
I’m a lost cause. No joy comes for me without a follow-up sacrifice. I should have
gone with JJ from the beginning. His able hands and mouth would have given me a great
orgasm, too, and I wouldn’t have this uncomfortable guilt of letting someone into
the depths of my soul.
“Are you okay?” Ace asks, glancing up at me, still on his knees.
“Yes,” I snap and slide my leg down. His gaze is tender, and soft, and makes me feel
all the more embarrassed for my neediness. I don’t want him to dive deeper into my
heart.
I turn to JJ and reach up to kiss him, hoping his kiss will erase the strange feeling
swarming over my body and my heart. He cups my buttocks and wraps my legs around him,
his hard cock pressing against my opening. “Take me,” I whisper to his ear. His kiss
grows deeper with my words, and he throws me over to the bed, falling on top of me
as I fall.
I close my eyes and savor his kiss, working hard to not compare it with Ace’s. I slip
my hands through his thick brown hair and press my lips harder against his. After
minutes of breathless kissing, he pulls up, snatches a foil package on the bed, tears
it open, and quickly rolls it down his long, hard shaft. I moan as he adjusts his
cock against my entrance and eases into me.
“Yes!” Make me forget. Make me forget.
JJ smiles down at me and moves to hover over me while driving his cock deeper into
me, stretching me. “Jesus, Lindsay, you’re so tight.”
“And you’re very—” My sentence is cut off by a pair of hostile lips taking over my
own.
Ace parts my lips forcefully and shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hand cups my
chin possessively as his tongue pushes inside and attacks mine. Something has to be
said about his vicious tongue. It was inside of me not five minutes ago and still
isn’t tired enough to give up conquering my body. I moan into his mouth at his unexpected
yet delicious attack, surrendering all too quickly.
Ace moves his hand down to my throat, squeezing me but not enough to restrict my breathing.
I’m sure he’s trying to convey to me his fury for not letting him inside my body.
He bites my tongue. Not too painfully, though, just enough to make me flinch with
shock. Guiding my tongue into his mouth, he sucks it gently yet possessively.
I quiver and squirm at his wicked ministrations. His hand wanders over my chest and
cups my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple. I cry out with the pain of it. He
breaks our kiss to tend to my hurting nipple, licking it gently, then mouthing it
fully.