I resume my pace and take it up a notch. Her eyes stay on mine until she can’t take it anymore and she flickers them shut as she digs her fingers in the pillow and at the same time sinks her teeth into the palm of my hand to keep from making a sound. I feel rather than hear her intense orgasm and she whimpers slightly because I don’t let up with my fingers while she rides it out, but I let her off. I’m so close to giving in, but watching her squirm is something wonderful. Her body tries to come down from the heights it has just visited, but my fingers won’t let her, I wonder if she could go again?
I know from experience there is almost no limit to the number of times she can come, but I’ve never got her tripping one straight into the next like this, we always have a breather. But suddenly it becomes my mission in life to get her to come again, right now.
“You’re going to come again,” I whisper. Upping my efforts and allowing her to cry out.
“What?” she slurs, pushing my hand aside, still a little lost in the aftershocks and battling against my fingers, relentless on her oversensitive clit.
“You heard me. You’re going to give me another one before I let you go.” With that I pull out all the stops.
“I don’t think I…I need a min…OH GOD!” She cries out and convulses beneath me, arching her back off the bed in the throes of a violent climax. Her grip on me from the inside almost takes me with her, almost. But I’m on a mission now and she groans and wriggles and then whimpers and pleads when she registers that I’m still not stopping.
“One more,” I order. I’m loving this, she’s normally so in control that pulling her apart is a dizzying power trip. I could get used to this, once she goes, she’s putty. Mine to shape however I choose.
“Danny…please give me a…please…fuck!…it’s too much…ah, sensitive…please…” She claws her way up the bed to get away from my relentless hand.
“Ssshh,” I soothe, slowing my hand slightly. We have reached the huge upholstered headboard and I kneel, lifting her up so that she is sitting astride me and inch us closer to prop her up against it. She moans almost in despair when I push my fingers back against her, well this time it’s just my thumb, but it still gets her full attention as it starts turning those circles that will bring her one more. One more that I’m having with her.
I grab her delicious butt with my other hand and hoist her up, raising up on my knees and pushing her into the cushiony wall behind us. Now I can really fuck her into another hotel wall, but it’s soft enough that I don’t have to feel bad. I give her everything I have, slamming into her again and again, still teasing those frayed nerves with my thumb.
“God, Liv…I love you,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hip and burying my face in her neck. “Go on, one more.”
I hear her gasp and then she lets go. She shudders against me, she would have doubled over if my body wasn’t pressing her against the wall. “Danny,” she whispers.
Hearing my name is all it takes. I tense and then lose myself in a free-fall. Fuck…amazing…perfect…Is this the best it has ever been?…I mean ever?…Can you ever really know that?…Do I need to be thinking about it now? Through all the thoughts crowding my brain, I can only get out one word. “Liv.”
We flop back onto the bed, panting and exhausted. Liv lands on top of me and does not have the energy to peel herself off, so she just sighs heavily and gives in to it.
I run my fingers lightly up and down her spine. “Liv?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?” I whisper.
She giggles slightly. “Okay?” She lifts her head to look at me, blowing a strand of her freshly fucked hair out of her eye. “You're asking me if I’m O.K…After THAT?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod. “Are you?” I frown, she doesn’t get it. I need to take care of her. She convinces me to not treat her any differently and then somehow we end up in that crazy frenzy and now I’m not supposed to show any concern.
“I’m fine, Danny.” She shakes her head in exasperation. “More than fine actually, I’m floating. I probably won’t be able to walk today, but that was beyond incredible.” She laughs and drops her head back down on my chest.
“So it wasn’t too much?” I ask, knowing it’s going to piss her off, but I can’t find a way not to ask.
She sighs. “If you do anything that is too much, I’ll tell you then and there and if you won’t stop killing my buzz then I’m afraid it’s your turn to shut the fuck up.” She lifts her jelly-like hand and carelessly mashes it onto my face.
“Liv?” My voice is muffled and distorted by her hand.
She lifts her head and narrows her eyes, daring me to bring her any further out of her post-orgasmic haze.
“Wanna go again?” I laugh.
“Fuck off!” she says laughing with me. I pull her up my chest and our mouths lock.
“Three times? Fuck off, you’re so full of shit!” Scott shouts, waving my claim off. “Three times in one night, fine, but three times in ten minutes? Fuck off!”
I shrug. “I’m telling you, she digs it. I tell her what to do and she falls apart.”
“Liv? We are talking about Liv here, right?” Charlie laughs from across the table. “Liv? About your height, tattoos, nice girl, control freak, beautiful, wouldn’t fuck with her…Are you sure you don’t mean you tell her what to do and she slaps you in the head so you don’t do it again?”
The three of us belly laugh. “I know, I nearly shit myself the first time I did it. But I swear, it gets results.”
“Wow. Max won’t believe this,” Charlie says shaking his head and reaching for his coffee.
“Oh hell no! This is bachelor party talk. He made his choice when he when to the spa with the girls, this stays between us.”
Charlie holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t say a word. But you know they’ll be discussing it right now. Liv tells Max everything.”
“This is one twisted little circle we have got ourselves here,” Scott mutters.
“Yeah, I think we went past twisted around Tuesday. There’s no word for the place we are now.” I joke, looking at Scott, still waiting for some sign that he’s not fine with the whole my-sperm-inside-his-wife-thing.
“I think it’s one of those situations where we have to agree that the details stay between us, I mean it works, but I doubt anyone would understand.”
“We’re not, like, gang-banging here!” I reply.
Charlie laughs, “No, but come on, there’s you and Liv, right. You both have these questionably close friendships with members of the opposite sex. Just about everyone already accepts that. But here we are in Vegas, getting you secretly married because the first one was a fake, you’ve knocked your bride up already. Then you, hopefully, get your best friend pregnant while on your honeymoon. Now there is talk of Liv helping us if we want kids. People are going to think there’s some bed swapping going on. ”
“I don’t care what anyone thinks, it is what it is. I’m happy.” I watch the pool for a moment, reflecting on how utterly inadequate the words ‘I’m happy’ actually are. I’m complete, alive, ecstatic, delirious, content, excited, relaxed, overwhelmed and most of all deeply in love. Is there a word for that? Happy is a piss poor excuse if that is all there is. I shrug, with all that in my life, people can think what they like. They can’t touch us. “So, what do we have planned?”
“We finish breakfast,” says Scott. “Then we hit a strip joint.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Charlie groans and throws his head back, although I get the sense that he would tolerate it for the sake of the group. But I screw up my nose.
“I’m kidding! I’m not telling you what we have planned. Drink up.” He grins.
“Easy, it’s bad enough you are making me eat breakfast without Liv, now I’m on the clock?” I knock back the rest of my coffee, wishing secretly I could have gone to the spa.
“This is your bachelor party, suck it up. Tonight you’ll be married, this is your last stand,” Scott moans.
“I’ve been married for two weeks,” I remind him. God, if he keeps mentioning it, I’m going to kill him. I can’t wait to get this paperwork straight to shut him up.
“Whatever, come on let’s go.”
When I get back to the room its 4pm. Liv is drying her hair wearing a hotel robe and doesn’t hear me come
