“Please,” she begged. “Please!”
After that, he started to tease her on purpose, tapping her clit as she struggled to come, rubbing it in sensual circles once or twice. Her wrists strained at the cuffs in desperation. She pushed her nipples against the bed, trying for any kind of stimulation besides the huge shafts lodged in her pussy and ass.
“I have to come,” she said. “Please, I have to.”
“You’ll come when I come.” He gave a chuckle. “Because I’m really enjoying seeing you like this.”
Even when you try to make things last forever, they eventually have to end. Especially anal. When he reached to stroke her pussy, urging her to come with him, she surged against his fingers.
Oh God, oh God, don’t move them. Fuck me. Stroke me.
When she finally achieved climax, it wasn’t a peaceful orgasm. It wasn’t a relief, or even enjoyment. It was insanity racing along all her nerve endings. She gasped, Jonathan swore. She opened her fingers and he seized her hands, squeezing hard as she trembled through the earthquake.
Now she was done. Now she couldn’t come anymore. Yep, that was it, possibly forever.
She was absolutely done.
5.
Ruby worked to catch her breath post-orgasm, lying very still with Jonathan inside her.
“Just a minute,” he said. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
That was fine. She wasn’t ready to be without him yet. When he finally moved again, and pulled out of her to take off his condom, she barely stirred because she’d fallen into a kind of lethargy. After every nerve in her body had fired for that orgasm, they’d all decided to go lifeless and limp.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Don’t move yet. Let me help you.”
He took the toy out of her pussy, gently, pulling each tier out, leaving her squeezing on emptiness.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you sore?”
“I hurt everywhere, but it’s a good hurt.”
“Awesome.” He patted her tangled hair for a moment. “That’s what I like to hear.”
He undid her ankles and took off the cuffs, took off the wrist cuffs and collar and the shiny jewelry tormenting her nipples. Goodbye, kinky stuff. Now she was a regular girl again, rumpled and tired and satiated beyond belief.
Jonathan pulled her beside him on the bed, then tucked her under him, and kissed her and kissed her.
And kissed her.
Between kisses he said sweet, sexy things. I loved that. Thanks for giving so much to me. You’re amazing. You look pretty when you cry. When he finally let her come up for air, she clung to his shoulders and looked into his familiar, amber-brown eyes. No one else had eyes that color, no one else she knew. There was something different in his gaze now, an appreciation for her sexually.
She liked it. She liked the feel of his body against her, and the way he stroked her cheek with his fingertips, like she was something fascinating and valuable.
She liked that she felt more connected to him than she’d ever felt before.
They kissed for a long time, naked and exhausted, too tired to fuck again, but too emotionally connected to each other to let go. She’d never known him like this, never imagined this Jonathan existed, this passionate, creative, generous lover. Of course, he was a passionate, creative, generous musician, so she should have connected the dots.
Now came the temptation to want more, but he’d given her enough. They had to make sure they could still be Jonathan and Ruby, first and second violinists of the Gold Quartet. She thought he’d probably need some space now, so when his kisses flagged, she sat up a little, pushing her hair back from her eyes.
“I should probably get up soon,” she told him. “Or I’ll fall asleep here.”
He brushed her hair back down over her eyes, a teasing gesture. “I want you to fall asleep here. After everything we just did, I think you’d better stay with me tonight.”
“Oh. Okay.”
She hadn’t expected him to sound so sure about it, but she was glad he did.
“You can shower here,” he went on, “and I can loan you a toothbrush.” He modulated his voice, trying to sound casual. “You can keep it here in case you need it some other night. You know, if you want to do something like this again.”
Would she want to do this again? Holy hell, yes. But there was a professional relationship to think about…
“Should I sleep in your guest bed?” she asked. “In here?”
His eyes softened a little, moving over her like a caress. “I think we’ve played together a little too long for that.”
With those words, he led her to his clean, comfortable bedroom. Ruby felt clumsy in her freedom to move. It had been easier when Jonathan had her bound. She’d felt less gawky, less nervous. She’d felt at peace, even when she was in pain. You are a maso bunny. You always have been.