Deliciously Obedient (13 page)

“
By
all means,” she murmured, spreading her legs as he kissed her
thighs, his mouth measured and masterful. Sex with Jeremy was
becoming a given, an act she knew she could access when she asked, a
joining they both wanted and indulged in at will.

Twice
a day? Done. Sex outside? Great. A few drinks and a romp in bed?
Awesome. If this was what a relationship could be like, why in the
hell had she waited so long?

Oh.
Yeah. Because the right guy hadn’t come along.

Mike.

Damn
it! His name floated into her fuzzy head at the wrong time, a vision
of him behind her now-closed eyelids as Jeremy’s tongue took her to
new heights. Forcing thoughts of Mike out of her mind, she focused
instead of that lush mouth that gave and gave, his tongue flicking
her insistent red nub with a perfection that made her buck up against
his lips, twitching and writhing as he slid two fingers inside her
wetness.

“
Do
you really have a strap-on?” he asked, pausing a beat from his
relentless drive for her orgasm.

“
Not
with me,” she answered, adding a fake sniffle to drive home her
disappointment. His laughter rumbled along her lower lips as he
resumed, carrying her higher and higher, two fingers inside her
thrusting in and out, then deep inside her, one finger pressing up
right in a spot that—combined with his tongue teasing her—made
her feel swollen and ready to burst.

With
his spare hand he reached up to find her taut nipple, pinching it so
hard she squealed, the tripled sensations of fingers in her, the pain
and his warm mouth all pushing her to a place she didn’t know she
could go, the climax roaring through her, her hips rhythmic and
thrusting up as Jeremy kept her pace, like a conductor of a flesh
symphony named Lydia.

Red
clouds plumed behind her eyes, a primal scream coming low in her
throat, and then she tipped over with a gush and a release, the bed
wet under her ass, the viscosity of his fingers inside her changing,
the feel of his tongue and lips against her clitoris altered as she
screamed with each thrust and pinch, her body soaring and bursting,
soaring and bursting, flooding hot and then receding, the waves
crashing over and over without end. This was unlike any orgasm she’d
had before, most of which were a series of massive explosions
followed by smaller aftershocks.

This
one Just. Kept. Going.

“
I
can’t stop,” she gasped as he wrung each one from her with his
mouth and hands.

“
Then
don’t,” he commanded, unrelenting. During sex there was always a
point where she could feel herself slipping into a place of
near-painful release, where the build-up of a new level of orgasm put
her on a precipice she couldn’t bring herself to fall into. Jeremy
wasn’t allowing her to stop, his push making her swoon with too
much, too soon, too—

“
Oh!
Oh!” she moaned, this new round making her grab the comforter and
bring it to her mouth, biting hard to suppress a scream she feared
would bring the entire campground—hell, five fire departments—to
their cabin. Muffled cries of pleasure and lust poured from her,
unabated, as he wrung so much out of her, the rush of wetness greater
than anything she’d experienced.

And
then—

“
What
the hell?” she sat straight up and scooched her ass back from him,
putting a halt to everything.

“
Did
I…what?”

“
You
wondered about female ejaculation,” Jeremy said, his words slow and
proud, his hand across his lips. Smoky, contemplative eyes met her,
with a cockiness that made her grin. “Now you know.”

“
So
I—what did you—how did you…?”

Her
eyes took in his body as he stretched out beneath the comforter, the
dim light casting a shadow over his erection, the grooved muscles of
his abs leading down to his hips, his arms stretched up and now
folded under his head. As she reached to caress the broad lateral
chest muscles, she stopped short.

“
Wet
spot! Holy wet spot!” It was huge!

“
Occupational
hazard,” he joked.

Lydia’s
body went numb and jellied, her limbs losing muscle tone as she
flopped beside him, completely blissed out. “I can’t believe that
happened.”

“
I
can. I just witnessed it.”

“
You
just
caused
it.”

“
No.”
He laughed, stroking her breast, making the pink pebble, her pussy
tightening with need as she found herself aroused again. “You
caused it. I just made conditions optimal.”

“
Well
then,” she purred, sliding one leg against his cock, stroking it
with her thigh, “what can I make optimal for you?”

His
kiss was wet and tasted like her. “Do you still think it’s
buttfucking cold around here?”

Her
breath caught in her throat. Anal was uncharted territory. A brake
activated in her head, as if there were a NO TRESPASSING sign that
kicked in instinctively.

Yet
she could override it, right?

Her
destiny. Her life. Her choices.

“
I…um…”

“
No
pressure. Just a thought,” he said, kissing her again. “It’s
something I’d love to explore with you.”

Explore
.
The word seemed less threatening than
anal
. Explore.
Willingness. Openness. Experimentation. Those words were so
tantalizing and intriguing.

She
could handle those words. And all that they could bring.

With
a languid, slow inhale, she infused herself with a sense of wonder as
she said, “Let’s take it as it comes.”

“
Pun
intended?”

“
Pun
very much intended.” Blinking hard, she looked up at him, her palm
over his heart, feeling its strong, steady march onward. “But this
is new for me.”

“
Then
I’m honored,” he said quietly. “Let me expand pleasure for
you.” With that, he pulled her onto him and she paused, unsure.

“
Climb
on me, Lydia, Put me in you.”

“
I
thought—”

“
We’ll
take this very, very slowly,” he said, sitting up to catch her
breast in his mouth, suckling at the nipple as he shifted his hips to
put the tip of him at her very wet opening. Easily slipping in, he
moved to center her, her hands on his shoulders as he explored her
nipple. One hand ran over the smooth expanse of her waist and around
to her back.

“
Do
we have lube?” he said into her chest, nuzzling her.

She
stopped, unsure, running through a mental map of her possessions. Had
she brought any? “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Hang on.” She found
it tucked into the nightstand, next to the phone book her parents put
in each cabin. Phone book. Might as well include a phone with a cord
and a pencil to turn the rotary dial.

With
a cultivated skill, he took the bottle and, behind her back, did
something she couldn’t see, but then…she most certainly felt it.

Out
of sight.

Out
of her mind.

The
stroke of his finger against her puckered anus as she rode him sent
shocks through her body, making her clamp down on his hard cock.
“Oh,” she gasped as he circled her tight muscle, her body going
rigid with fear and anticipation. Would it hurt?

“
Just
this. Nothing more,” he said. “And I’ll stop any time you say
so.”

Don’t
stop.

“
It’s…keep
going,” she rasped, his finger slipping in, filling her and making
her tighten against the double penetration, her clitoris crying out
for attention.

“
Touch
yourself,” he whispered, as if reading her mind, the finger
exploring her slowly, in ever-increasing circles that drove her
mindless.

Her
hand found her red nub, and with two strokes she felt the scream rise
within, starting at the very base of her sacrum and spreading out,
through her pussy and mons, over the clit and up past her breasts,
finally into her throat as she convulsed against him, her hips moving
in tight, controlled shifts, her hand fluttering against the slick
skin, body rigid and demanding, wanting more of everything.

“
Jeremy,
I—I don’t—what?” Every part of her went hot and numb, slick
and fiery, a frantic energy overloading her senses. She sought out
his mouth for a kiss and found herself senseless. The tightness and
flood of warm keening flourished as he added a second finger, this
time pushing her to the edge of some vast, hot chasm within.

“
Let
go, Lydia. Just drive it home,” he urged, his own hips beginning an
endless thrust into her, a hammering up to the center of her being as
the two fingers that stroked her ass filled her, making love more
completely than ever before.

Opening
her eyes, she found him staring at her with such expansiveness and
love that it caught her in a vortex of some new dimension, where all
she felt was
everything
. His eyes snapped shut, his neck went
tight, and a micro-shift in the way his body moved told her he was
about to come, too, and join her.

“
Let
go, too…” she moaned, begging him to fill her with yet more.

With
a thrust so strong she almost felt it in her throat, Jeremy came, his
orgasm violent and animalistic, one finger sliding in deeper to the
point of pain, though it was a kind of transgression that simply
heightened her own climax.

The
shudder of her body in full, as if shaking off an old skin, made her
tremble with the enormity of everything that their bodies did
together, her final orgasm squeezed and teased out of her until she
could handle no more, pulling off him and sliding to his side,
needing to be free of him, to separate and gain hold of some
semblance of reality after being tortured by the divine.

Panting
hard, Jeremy stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Lydia was too
amazed to say a word. He stood and she heard the padding of feet, the
rush of water, and then the quick movements of a cold, naked man on a
fall Maine night as he climbed under the warm covers, damp hands
sliding between her thighs.

“
You’re
cold!” She batted the hands away.

“
You’re
observant.”

Reality
took her out of the magic cloud his touch had set her in, and while
she enjoyed being grounded, she felt a sense of disappointment that
she couldn’t live in a sensual wonderland forever.

As
both faded off to sleep, a single word invaded her thoughts.

Mike
.

“
You’ve
never done anal? Seriously?” Krysta’s incredulity scraped at
Lydia’s last nerve. On their way to the rec hall for coffee, Krysta
had swooped in on Lydia at 8 a.m., stealing her away from what might
have been a lovely morning’s lovemaking session. Jeremy was still
in bed.

“
No.
Apparently, I’m the last remaining woman under the age of thirty
who is an anal virgin. Sue me.”

“
It’s
just…hell, even I’ve done anal! And you’re way more experienced
than I am!”

“
Here
lies Lydia Charles, an Anal Spinster. Buried with her Bieber Butt
Plug and Mardi Gras Anal Beads. Rimmed in Peace.” Lydia held her
hands up like she was reading a gravestone. “You can write my
epitaph.”

“
C’mon—I’m
just surprised.”

“
Well,
stop being surprised. Now you know the truth.”

“
So
did you and Jeremy…?”