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than one orgasm. He wasn’t in
control of this—but he hadn’t yet lost control.
    It was almost a paradox, and it was
one she wished she could master.
    He thrust into her slowly from behind,
and Amy moaned at the resulting friction. Then she heard a buzzing noise.
Assumed he’d turned on the vibrator.
    Then she knew for sure. He’d wrapped
his arm around her middle and was holding the vibrator to her clit, near where
he was pumping slickly in and out of her.
    “God!” she cried out, as she felt the
intense vibrations hit her where she was already sensitive. “Oh, God!”
    “Do you like that, love?” Owen asked
breathlessly, clutching the side of her ass and stimulating her with the little
device. His thrusts were short and choppy, but every drive hit her g-spot.
    “Yeah,” she gasped, her arms already
beginning to shake as she tried to hold up her body. “Oh, yeah. Don’t stop!”
She turned her head to look back at him again, saw that his face was tense with
concentration and effort.
    His focused, determined expression
made her even wilder—made her increasing abandon an irresistible contrast to
his rigid control. She rocked her body back against his thrusting and
whimpered, her helpless sounds mingling with the hum of the vibrator, the rocking
of the bed, and the wet sound of him sliding inside her.
    He grunted in time to their rhythm.
“Do you like it when I take you like this?”
    She had to straighten her neck and
stare down at the pillow, no longer coordinated enough to look back at him. “Yeah,”
she admitted, starting to pant from the effort. “Yeah. I like it.”
    Her arms were shaking so much they
would no longer support her upper body, so she bent them at the elbow and
lowered her shoulders, folding her arms beneath her chest. Her bottom was now
the only part of her body still elevated, and she thrust it up toward him.
    Owen made a throaty sound and
tightened the fingers of one hand bruisingly on her hip. “Yes, Amy, yes. Let
go. Show me how much you like it when I fuck you from behind.” He didn't
normally talk like that during sex, but for some reason it thrilled her, turned
her on even more.
    She didn’t always like this position,
but something about the raw nature of their fucking was pushing Amy completely
out of control. She gasped frantically, sucking on the saliva that had pooled
in her mouth. “Yeah. Fuck me,” she begged, lost in the middle of the dueling
sensations, caught between the vibrations on her clit and his rapid thrusting
inside her. Her raw words sounded strange to her own ears, and they made her
feel kind of wild and dirty. But she liked the strangeness of it. A lot. So she
panted, “Just. Like. That.”
    The sensations were rising so
uncontrollably that Amy grew dizzy, felt like she was falling. She bit down
hard on the pillow while tears leaked from her closed eyes.
    With a flick of his finger, Owen
switched the vibrator to a higher setting, and Amy smothered a scream in the
pillow as the intensity became overwhelming.
    “No,” he rasped. “Don’t hide it. Let
go, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
    She wanted to show him. Wanted to let
everything go and start falling. Wanted to trust that Owen would catch her. But
the stubborn part of her spirit resisted the free fall, and she tried to force
out a response. “E—,” she began hoarsely, fisting her hands in the bedding in
an attempt to hold onto something. “Eg—” Gasp. “Ego—” Another gasp. “Egotis—”
Three harsh gasps in a row. Finally, she managed to pronounce the whole word.
“Egotistical…” She had been going to add a few creative insults, but she
decided against it as a deep pressure started to build below her belly. So she
concluded on an exhale, “Jerk.”
    He let out a rough burst of laughter.
“True. But just this once…indulge me. Don’t try to control it. Let go for me.”
    She would have argued some more but
was physically incapable of it. Mentally incapable of it.