Page 27 of Indecent Obsession
“Two, sir,” I breathe out.
He fucks his fingers in and out of my pussy as he teases my clit. I cry out when the next one tears through me.
“Three.”
Before I can even say sir, I’m moaning as another one takes me over. Almost painfully. Pleasure rips through me.
“Four,” I gasp.
He pulls his hands off me and his tongue is there, plunging inside me, sucking my clit, licking me. I’m a puddle on his bed as wave after wave of release washes over me.
Five. I don’t know if I articulate it or not as the pleasure keeps flowing until I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore. It’s too much but he doesn’t stop.
A guttural moan fills the room as my orgasm finally releases me. My breath comes out in shudders.
“Is this going to be an every day kind of thing?” Dante’s voice penetrates the fog of my euphoria. “Just open doors and fucking Sara?”
A sharp yip is followed by clapping.
“I approve.” Finn strides into the room. “Your pussy is soaked, flower.”
I don’t even try to move as Wyatt sits beside me on the bed. “I think I need a nap.”
“You sure you don’t want another orgasm?” Finn chuckles.
I roll away as his hand touches my ass, dragging the sheet over me. “Nap.”
Wyatt holds his arms out. “Come on, trouble. This is the best part. Aftercare.”
I eye him warily, but reluctantly sink into his arms. He cradles me against him and stands.
“She’ll be out to play in thirty minutes.”
Finn smirks and winks.
“Or to nap.” Realistic expectations. I arch my eyebrow at Finn and he laughs.
Wyatt carries me into the bathroom and shuts the door. “Are you good to stand?”
“Yes.”
He sets me down before the counter and starts the bathtub filling. He pulls a dress shirt that he wore to work off a hanger and helps me put it on. His fingers work each of the buttons slowly.
“How do you feel?” He grabs a bottle and adds some of it to the bathwater. Then he grabs another bottle before he meets my eyes.
“I’m fine.” I pull my hand inside the sleeves and put one foot on top of the other. I wasn’t very good at following his instructions and that makes me nervous. “Did I do okay?”
He smiles and pours lotion into his hand. “You did perfect, Sara.”
“Good.” My breath releases.
“Turn around.” He gestures for me to face the sink. I do as he asks and he lifts the shirt up over my ass. His hand rubs lotion on the sore skin.
I hiss.
“This will make it feel better and so will the bath.”
Glancing at the rising water, I raise an eyebrow. “Will I be taking a lot of baths? Because this is my second one of the day.”
