My body sagged against the hard metal, but Kaige didn’t let me recover from my first orgasm before he flicked my clit again, setting off another swell of ecstasy just like that. The crest of pleasure was even bigger this time. Everything around me hazed out with the blaze of bliss.
Kaige followed me with a guttural sound, his body jerking more erratically. He slumped too, almost collapsing on me, our labored pants intermingling with each other. A drop of sweat from his forehead rolled down to my body. He followed the trail to my tits, sucking on my nipple one last time before he pulled out of me.
Jesus fucking Christ. My legs still shook from the aftermath of the second orgasm, and my thumping heart was threatening to burst out of my ribs. When had sexeverfelt that good?
Kaige tossed the condom away into a bin by the wall and pulled up his jeans. I dropped to the ground and almost lost my footing. I’d had good dick in my day, but I hadn’t felt after-effects quite like this. Kaige knew his way around a woman.
And he was fully aware of that fact. “You okay?” he asked slyly as he caught my shoulder to steady me.
I nodded, getting a grip on myself. It’d just been sex—fantastic sex, but still only sex. And it’d probably only seemed so freaking fantastic because I was coming off the longest dry spell of my life.
Turning away from Kaige, I collected my clothes. He watched me lazily as I got dressed. His black hair stuck damply to his scalp, and he looked almost boyish as he stood, greedily drinking in the sight of me. My pussy started throbbing again as if it was ready for round two.
Oh, fuck no. It wouldn’t do me any good getting hooked on this guy. We’d had a bit of fun, but I wasn’t going to let it mean anything at all.