He pulled his fingers out but only long enough to pour some lubricant on them before going back in. Now instead of two fingers, he pushed in three. Three and then four. And with his thumb he teased her clitoris.
Heat pooled in her stomach and she knew Lance could feel it radiating between her thighs. She loved the touch of a man’s hand inside her, opening her up in different ways, turning her inside out with pleasure. Lance moved his hand with a spiraling motion, spiraling in and out again, in and out. She wanted to beg for release, but she remembered that she was the Dominant partner here and had to act like it. So instead of begging, she ordered.
“Lance, if you don’t stop teasing me, I will get out the butt plugs and the hot sauce.”
That threat did the trick. Lance pressed against her swollen clitoris and rubbed it. Nora raised her hips and came hard around his hand.
She held up one finger.
“One down, two to go,” she said. Lance gave her a smile so male, so arrogant she almost had a multiple orgasm.
He held up two fingers in a peace sign. He didn’t seem the least intimidated by the prospect of giving her two more. She did like her men dexterous and confident. A fantastic combination.
While she recovered from her first orgasm, Lance massaged her stomach before turning his attentions to her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs until the peaks had turned ruddy and hard. She closed her eyes as he toyed with her breasts. Every time he pinched her nipples, new ecstasy spiked into her stomach and made her hyperaware of her clitoris. When she started to pant again, Lance stopped and turned on the vibrator.
Nora kept her eyes closed as he slid the vibrator into her. He’d chosen the largest, thickest one in the drawer and her body opened, stretching to take it all in. The low buzz of it sent delicious waves of heat deep into her. Lance needed to do nothing except gently tease her clitoris to bring her to a second, even more powerful orgasm.
After her second climax of their game peaked and waned, Nora almost called off number three.
“If you make me come again it might kill off the last of whatever brain cells I have left,” she warned Lance. Those two orgasms had been face-meltingly good.
Lance gave a nonchalant shrug as if he couldn’t care less that her I.Q. dropped precipitously for every intense climax he gave her. According to the tests she had I.Q. points to spare. Why not?
“Well, you used your fingers and you used a vibrator. What tricks do you have up your sleeve for number three?” she asked.
Using both hands Lance motioned her to flip over. She gave him a suspicious look before complying.
Lance lifted her hips so she had to come up on her knees. Then with both hands he parted her thighs. Resting on her elbows Nora felt him moving to sit right before her.
“Just hands,” she reminded him. “No mouth or cock.”
He spread her thighs even wider. Nora arched her back and waited. Once more she heard the flipping of the lid on the lubricant but this time Lance poured out a copious amount into his palm.
She had a mirror on the back of her closet door. With her head turned she could watch what he did to her. Nothing better than starring in and watching porn at the same time.
Lance smoothed the lubricant onto her inner lips but that wasn’t the only part of her that got his attention. He pressed two fingers of one hand into her anally and then three fingers of his other hand into her vagina. Working in tandem, both hands massaged inside her as she panted and moaned into the sheets. She felt split open and violated and loved every second of it.
Lance pressed down and pushed up inside her and Nora flinched from the pleasure. Working his fingers in wide spirals, he scraped her inner walls with just enough pressure to send her to the edge of ecstasy again. A fourth finger pushing into her sent her right over. She dug her hands into the sheets and came hard and loud.
Carefully Lance pulled out of her as she crumbled onto the bed, spent and laughing.
“Oh, my God...” she breathed, rolling onto her back. “I think you killed me. Am I dead? You can talk again.”
“You’re not dead.”
“That’s a relief. I have stuff to do.”
“I don’t want to go prison for killing you with orgasms. I’d really never get to see my kid again.”
Nora laughed, low and tired. “All you would have to do is give the women of the jury orgasms like that and you’d get a life sentence chained to their bed.”
“I’d rather spend my life chained to your bed.”
Lance crawled over Nora’s spent body and kissed her long and deep. He pulled back and she looked up at him.
“I gotta get some damn chains.”
They napped again and when Nora woke up she found the bed empty. She didn’t worry. Lance could be in the bathroom, in the kitchen. She hadn’t given him permission to leave so she knew she would find him somewhere in the house.