Page 89 of Oxygen Deprived

I did as he’d instructed, and shrieked when the next pass had my body convulsing.

My orgasm poured over me, washing over me like a flash flood, something I’d never experienced before.

And Drew had given me many, many orgasms before.

In fact, he’d given me the best ones of my life, but this one. This one took the cake, for sure.

I didn’t know if it was the way he’d gotten me there and then prolonged it. Or if it was because he’d found the perfect spot from an angle that I’d never felt before.

Regardless, it was something that needed to be forever remembered.

“Christ,” Drew groaned, his cock jerking inside of me.

Then the warmth of his release flooded my pussy, and I closed my eyes in pure bliss at the feeling.

I was on birth control now, after not one, but two mishaps.

It’d been a struggle to get birth control when I couldn’t go out of the house, but after a note from Drew’s sister explaining the situation, they’d prescribed them to me.

After I showed them the negative pregnancy test I’d been forced to take.

“That one felt like it was yanked from my spine,” he breathed, letting my legs go one by one, then collapsing on top of me.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, uncaring of the fact he was getting us both sweaty now.

“You’re going to be late,” I whispered into his ear.

He mumbled something, then pushed himself off me, leaving me in heap on the bed.

“You’re gonna have to wash those sheets,” he said on a laugh, eyeing my butt. “Sorry about that.”

I lifted a hand in an ‘I don’t care’ gesture, then let it fall back to the bed while he chuckled at my exhilaration.

“Your blog?” He reminded me, drying himself off with a towel and tossing it to me.

It hit my lower half, concealing me from his gaze.

“What about it?” I asked, eyes closed.

He full out laughed then.

“Get up,” he said, tickling my foot.

I shrieked, jerking my foot away and rolling out of pure reflex.

“Ack!” I said, getting up onto my knees and scrambling off the bed, knowing damn good and well he’d keep at it until I got up.

Once I was out of bed, he gathered me to him and slanted his mouth down over mine.

“See you later, gator,” he rumbled sweetly, punctuating the statement with a small kiss to my forehead.

I leaned up onto my tip toes, kissed his scruffy jaw, and replied.

“After a while, crocodile.”

***

I had some nipple clamps in my hand, taking a picture of them with my phone, when my doorbell rang.