She moaned again, arching her hips off the bed.
“Amazing, isn’t it?”
He grinned at her, flicking each clamp again. He took her nipple, clamp and all, in his mouth and started flicking back and forth with his tongue. Sliding one hand down to part her folds he brushed one finger lightly over her clit.
She screamed at the sensation. She was ready to come now.
“Hold it back, baby, and it will be so much better. Fight it back,” Gavin said soothingly, still gently rubbing her clit.
“I don’t know if I can,” Shelby sobbed.
“Deep breaths, baby, deep breaths. Fight it back,” he told her, but still didn’t let up on her clit. He wanted to show her she could do this and how amazing it would be. He slowed his strokes to give her time to push the orgasm back. He knew she could do this.
Shelby took some deep breaths and tried to do as Gavin asked. She was so close and it would be so easy to just let herself fall over the edge. Hold back and it will be better, he said. What could be better than what she had already been given? But she wanted to do this for him. For some reason she wanted to please this man with every fiber of her body. Shelby took deep breaths and managed to crawl back from the edge.
“Good girl.”
Gavin praised her recognizing the effort she had put forth. He leaned down and kissed her again, before taking one nipple in his mouth and flicking the clamp. Then he started applying more pressure to her clit. He was going to let her come this time and as she did he was going to remove the clamps. He didn’t plan on using the clamp on her clit yet. He just wanted her to see it and know they would play with it later.
After slowly trialing his fingers through her folds, he slid them down to her rear hole and started rimming her. He wasn’t going to play long but wanted to follow through on what they had talked about. Reaching for the lube he had placed on the bed earlier and not wanting to shock her, he said, “Baby, I’m going to put some lube on your asshole. It might feel a little cold at first.”
“Okay,” she answered him in a small voice.
Gavin applied the lube to her and his first two fingers, just like he’d shown her, then started rimming her again with just one finger, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper until he had it all the way in.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
“Kind of tingly.”
“Tingly, is that good?” he asked, pushing his finger slowly in and out.
“Good, very good,” she answered a little breathlessly while arching her hips a little.
He added a second finger and started pushing it in, too. Both his fingers together were about the size of the butt plug he wanted to use on her. He scissored his fingers for a few seconds, not wanting to overwhelm her this first time. Checking with her frequently, he decided she was getting close enough.
He could feel her ramping up and increased the speed and pressure he was using on her clit. As he felt her starting to come, he eased the tension on the clamps and pulled them off.
As the blood rushed back into her nipples, she writhed on the bed and screamed his name. Her orgasm was more intense than any she had ever had. He took one poor nipple in his mouth, easing the blood flow and reducing the discomf
ort she felt and palmed the other one. When she stopped screaming and writhing, he released her arms and pulled her into his embrace. He held her for several long seconds, letting her catch her breath. Once her breathing had returned to normal, he pulled her onto her side and spooned her in the aftermath of her climax.
“That was fantastic. I didn’t know it could be like that,” Shelby whispered, afraid to say anything aloud and break the spell.
Gavin turned on his back and pulled her head to rest on his chest. She spread her legs over his and sprawled atop him. Rubbing her back he told her to rest and pulled a light blanket over them, not wanting her to get cold.
Shelby let her eyes close—she could hardly keep them open—and relaxed into his hold. She felt totally safe and cherished.
Gavin kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He hadn’t told Shelby yet, but he was working the night shift and needed some rest himself. They could talk when they woke up.
Chapter Five
Shelby woke again later in the day, but this time Gavin was still sleeping beside her. Lifting up on one elbow, she looked at him—really looked at him. In sleep, his features were relaxed. He was very handsome. Why had he picked her? He could have his choice of any woman, and he had picked her Shelby Nevins, the screwup. All she had done with her life was screw up. When he found out he wouldn’t want her. But she could enjoy the ride while she was on it. She thought about everything that had happened this morning and after lunch.
Were they done for the day, or would they play more? She didn’t know if her body was up for any more today. She was sore all over—her wrists, her shoulders, her legs, but most of all her girly parts.
After Gavin let her arms loose, they lay, cuddled, for a while. She had just started to drift off when she felt him between her legs again. He had made love to her several times before they both went back to sleep. Shelby lost count of how many times. It was great, but she was feeling it now.
Looking up at Gavin’s alarm clock it was time for dinner, and she was getting hungry. Leaving him to sleep a little longer, she went to fix the meal. One of the times he had woken her, he told her he was working the late shift, from nine p.m. to five a.m., so she knew he needed to eat and get ready soon. She slipped out of the bed and across the hall to her room to shower and dress before fixing them something to eat. A lot had happened since morning.