baby. My favorite noise in the world. God, I missed The Sound.”
When I’m done convulsing and screaming and making that weird sound he loves so much, I’m surprised to see he’s managed to keep himself from releasing.
“Hop up,” he says.
I throw my arms around his neck and let him carry me, my body gyrating on top of his massive erection, across the room. He lays me down on our couch, pulls my butt to the very edge of the cushion, sinks onto his knees on the floor between my legs, and begins running his bushy beard along the insides of my thighs. He inhales my scent and moans. “Oh, I missed that delicious smell,” he says. “Makes my mouth water.”
I tremble. “I touched myself when you were gone, Jonas.”
“You did?” Jonas knows I’ve never been too good at self-love. “I made myself come, thinking about you sliding in and out of me and your cum dripping out of me.”
“Holy shit. So fucking hot,” he mutters. He skims his furry chin against my crotch as he works me with his fingers. “I dreamed about eating you out every single night of my trip. Every night, I dreamed I had your juices all over my whiskers—dripping down my face. One night toward the end, I actually had a wet dream—I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”
My clit physically hurts right now. “Please, Jonas. I can’t wait anymore.”
“My pleasure.” He leans in and begins licking me, and we both let out loud moans of pleasure at the exact same time. I know why I’m moaning like this, but it always amazes me to observe Jonas getting as turned on as me the minute his tongue finds my sweet spot. Within minutes, my body jolts and jerks as warm waves of pleasure throttle my every nerve ending. When I’m done climaxing, he turns my body over and slaps my ass-tattoo.
“Mine,” he says. He leans down and bites me. “Mine.”
“Siempre.” Always.
He scoops my prostrate body up and throws me over his shoulder. “And now to the bedroom, my fair lady, for the main course.” He struts toward the back of the house with my head dangling down his broad back.
I stare at his muscular ass moving just below my head. “Shake it for me, baby,” I say.
He shakes his ass.
“Hawt.”
He brings me into our bedroom and lays me down tenderly on the bed, his hard-on straining for me. “Do a backbend for me, baby,” he says.
“A backbend?”
“A backbend.” His chest is rising and falling with excitement. “We’re gonna do something called The Arch.” He licks his lips. “I dreamed about it while I was gone.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
I’ve learned to follow Jonas’ lead through an almost endless exploration of sexual positions over the past two and a half years, and I’ve never once regretted it. But I’m a wet noodle right now. How the hell am I supposed to do a backbend on limbs made of pasta?
“Do what I’m telling you to do, woman,” he says. “For once in your goddamned life.” He grins. “Do a backbend on top of the bed. Chop, chop.”
“Don’t you think maybe this position, whatever it is, is a little ambitious after two huge orgasms? I think I might be done for a little while. Why don’t we do something fairly standard and get you off? You know, like normal people?”
“Bite your tongue, Orgasma. You’ve got at least one more massive climax left in you, and it’s mine.” His eyes are gleaming.
“You think?”
“I know. It’s mine. I want it.”
“Okay.” I exhale. “I’ll give it a whirl.”
“Thank you. And by the way, there’s nothing about you and me that’s normal. And I like it that way.”
I get into position. “You mean like this?” I’m in a full-blown gymnast’s backbend on the bed, my head dangling, my palms and soles flush on the bed, my back and pelvis arched up off the bed toward the ceiling.
“Well, that’s not what I meant—although, Jesus, that’s hot as fuck.” He sits back and admires me for a long moment. “Look at you, woman. Damn. I want to eat you like that before we move on to the fuckery.”
“Jesus, Jonas. No. No more eating. Time for fuckery. I’m dripping wet for you.”
He continues staring at my bent-over body, making sounds of lascivious approval, and all the while, I’m beginning to shake with the exertion. “Jonas P. Faraday!” I shout. “Fuckery! Even Orgasma the All-Powerful can’t stay like this forever.”
He laughs again. “Sorry, Orgasma. You