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Didn’t even want to
be capable of it. She’d never felt so hot and primitive in her life. Never had
imagined she could feel this way.
    Turning her head so that her wet
cheek was pressing down on the pillow, she cried out loudly, letting go of all
restraint as she kept pressing her ass back into his pelvis, “God, Owen. Oh,
God!”
    “Yeah,” Owen echoed in a raspy voice,
almost clawing at her hip now. “Just like that, baby.”
    She cried out wordlessly as he pushed
the vibrator against her even harder. Then again as she felt the massive swell
of her orgasm approaching to swallow her whole.
    Drool was leaking from the side of
her mouth, and her eyes and nose were running. She didn’t care. Didn’t care how
she looked or sounded—only cared how she felt. How Owen was making her feel.
    “Yeah,” Owen coaxed in a hoarse
whisper. “Yeah, come for me again. Come hard.”
    She was definitely going to come
hard. So hard she started to panic. Suddenly the sensations were too much for
her, as if there wouldn’t be anything left of her once they passed.
    Starting to shake uncontrollably, she
choked out, “God, Owen, help. Help me!” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to
do—only that she was drowning and he was her only lifeline.
    He slowed his thrusting in response
to her plea and flipped the vibrator to the lower setting. He didn’t stop
fucking her, but the sensations plateaued a little, and for the first time Amy
could take a real breath.
    “Okay, love?” he asked, in a voice
that managed to convey tenderness despite his obvious urgency.
    “Yeah,” she gasped, still rocking
against him—just more slowly now. “Sorry. Freaked out.”
    He bent forward over her again so
that his head was hovering at her shoulder. “Look at me,” he whispered gently.
    She found enough energy to turn her
head, and he kissed her as soon as she did. His kiss was sweet and slow and
needy and somehow soothing. Amy used her mouth to cling to his lips for as long
as she could.
    When he finally drew back and started
pumping into her more rapidly, he said, “Try to take full breaths.”
    She forced herself to steady her
breathing, closing her eyes and trying not to whimper as she got closer and
closer to the edge.
    “Good. You don’t have to control it. Not
with me. Just let go.” His words were encouraging and soothing, but she could
tell he had to struggle to keep the vibrator in position.
    She breathed in and jerked against
him frantically. Breathed out and came hard, before she knew it was coming.
    She didn’t scream this time, just
released a long moan that was low, broken, and wild. Her body thrashed
uncontrollably as the intense pleasure swept her up in a hot rush. Usually, at
this point, Owen would freeze, cry out in release, and come with her.
    But he didn’t. He kept thrusting
against her clenching muscles, kept pushing the vibrator against her with
agonizing insistence. He did cry out—but it was from effort, not pleasure.
    Before she could collect her control,
another orgasm rose directly on the heels of the first. The delicious spasms
started anew. Pleasure that was only slightly less intense washed over her in
another wave, and she bit her bottom lip so hard it hurt.
    Amy saw bright spots of light,
whether she closed her eyes or left them open, and she was making pathetic
whines and moans that sounded like she was enduring torture. She couldn’t keep
her body still, couldn’t keep from writhing as the second peak passed, and she
began to come down again.
    Owen had been practically roaring
with his attempt to stop himself from coming but, as her muscle contractions
eased up, he must have found enough control to murmur thickly, “That’s right,
baby. Once more. Come for me once more.”
    It was perhaps the most erotic thing Amy
had ever heard in her life.
    And combined with the merciless
vibrations against her throbbing clit and his ceaseless drives against her
g-spot, it pushed her over one more time.
    As the