The Culmination (26 page)

He kisses me deeply and pulls my hips into him forcefully, his thrusts intensifying, his passion clearly about to boil over.

“Did you hear me?” I gasp.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“You feel so fucking good.”

“You heard me?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna make a baby?” Oh my God, saying those words makes my body start to clench and squeeze around Jonas’ hard-on.

“Fuck yeah.”

Apparently, that’s the sum total of the mature and reasoned conversation we’re going to have about the most important decision of our entire lives. Because with that he begins thrusting into me like a man possessed. I close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure my body is experiencing. I focus on the sensation of Jonas’ hard shaft sliding in and out of me, his tip pounding against the magic spot deep inside me, a spot I didn’t even know existed before Jonas introduced me to it not all that long ago. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my body into him, positioning myself so his shaft rubs against me in just the right way, and that’s all it takes. I’m unfurling.
Untethering
, as Jonas always says. I touch his rippled muscles and run my hands through his hair and allow my mind to warp and bend and become consumed by the exquisite pleasure my body is feeling.

“You feel so good,” Jonas says, kissing my neck. “I’ve been going out of my mind. I had to sneak away from the group at night to jack off, fantasizing about you.”

That does it. I lose complete control.

“That’s right, baby,” he says. “Let it go. Howl for me.”

I begin to howl, right on cue. Everything about this moment feels incredible.

“Oh, God, you’re a fucking symphony, baby. My favorite noise in the world. God, I missed The Sound.”

When I’m done convulsing and screaming and making that weird sound he loves so much, I’m surprised to see he’s managed to keep himself from releasing.

“Hop up,” he says.

I throw my arms around his neck and let him carry me, my body gyrating on top of his massive erection, across the room. He lays me down on our couch, pulls my butt to the very edge of the cushion, sinks onto his knees on the floor between my legs, and begins running his bushy beard along the insides of my thighs. He inhales my scent and moans. “Oh, I missed that delicious smell,” he says. “Makes my mouth water.”

I tremble. “I touched myself when you were gone, Jonas.”

“You did?” Jonas knows I’ve never been too good at self-love. “I made myself come, thinking about you sliding in and out of me and your cum dripping out of me.”

“Holy shit. So fucking hot,” he mutters. He skims his furry chin against my crotch as he works me with his fingers. “I dreamed about eating you out every single night of my trip. Every night, I dreamed I had your juices all over my whiskers—dripping down my face. One night toward the end, I actually had a wet dream—I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”

My clit physically hurts right now. “Please, Jonas. I can’t wait anymore.”

“My pleasure.” He leans in and begins licking me, and we both let out loud moans of pleasure at the exact same time. I know why
I’m
moaning like this, but it always amazes me to observe Jonas getting as turned on as me the minute his tongue finds my sweet spot. Within minutes, my body jolts and jerks as warm waves of pleasure throttle my every nerve ending. When I’m done climaxing, he turns my body over and slaps my ass-tattoo.

“Mine,” he says. He leans down and bites me. “
Mine.
”

“
Siempre
.”
Always.

He scoops my prostrate body up and throws me over his shoulder. “And now to the bedroom, my fair lady, for the main course.” He struts toward the back of the house with my head dangling down his broad back.

I stare at his muscular ass moving just below my head. “Shake it for me, baby,” I say.

He shakes his ass.

“Hawt.”

He brings me into our bedroom and lays me down tenderly on the bed, his hard-on straining for me. “Do a backbend for me, baby,” he says.

“A
backbend
?”

“A backbend.” His chest is rising and falling with excitement. “We’re gonna do something called The Arch.” He licks his lips. “I dreamed about it while I was gone.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

I’ve learned to follow Jonas’ lead through an almost endless exploration of sexual positions over the past two and a half years, and I’ve never once regretted it. But I’m a wet noodle right now. How the hell am I supposed to do a backbend on limbs made of pasta?

“Do what I’m telling you to do, woman,” he says. “For once in your goddamned life.” He grins. “Do a backbend on top of the bed. Chop, chop.”

“Don’t you think maybe this position, whatever it is, is a little ambitious after two huge orgasms? I think I might be done for a little while. Why don’t we do something fairly standard and get you off? You know, like normal people?”

“Bite your tongue, Orgasma. You’ve got at least one more massive climax left in you, and it’s mine.” His eyes are gleaming.

“You think?”

“I know. It’s mine. I want it.”

“Okay.” I exhale. “I’ll give it a whirl.”

“Thank you. And by the way, there’s nothing about you and me that’s normal. And I like it that way.”

I get into position. “You mean like this?” I’m in a full-blown gymnast’s backbend on the bed, my head dangling, my palms and soles flush on the bed, my back and pelvis arched up off the bed toward the ceiling.

“Well, that’s not what I meant—although, Jesus, that’s hot as fuck.” He sits back and admires me for a long moment. “Look at you, woman.
Damn
. I want to eat you like that before we move on to the fuckery.”

“Jesus, Jonas. No. No more eating. Time for fuckery. I’m dripping wet for you.”

He continues staring at my bent-over body, making sounds of lascivious approval, and all the while, I’m beginning to shake with the exertion. “Jonas P. Faraday!” I shout. “Fuckery! Even Orgasma the All-Powerful can’t stay like this forever.”

He laughs again. “Sorry, Orgasma. You just look so fucking hot. Hang on.” He slides his face under my raised butt and bites my ass tattoo, yet again.

I squeal.

“Just a little power-snack.” He laughs and slides back out from under me. “Okay, sorry. I got distracted. Now lower your shoulders back down onto the bed, but keep your legs, back, and butt raised up high.”

“Huh?”

He repeats his request and physically guides my body into position. “Like this. There you go.”

“Okay?”

“Perfect. That’s it. Oh, man, you’re so fucking hot
.
” He leans in and rubs his beard squarely onto my crotch. “You turn me on, woman!”

“Jonas. Seriously. I can’t stay like this.”

“Sorry. Okay. Put your arms out to the sides to stabilize yourself.”

“
Stabilize
myself? What the heck are you gonna do to me?”

He kneels on the bed, right between my legs, so that his penis levels off with my raised pelvis. “You’re about to find out.” He slides a finger inside me to find his target and then, without further ado, enters me, pulling my pelvis into him as he does.

“Oh, wow, yeah,” I say, my body instantly rocking into Jonas’ in rhythmic gyrations. “Wow, this
does
feel good. I’m a fan.”

“It’s sort of like The Butterfly,” he says, “but with one important difference—an added bonus.”

He begins guiding my body into slow, sexy movement with his. “You like this?”

“So good.”

We continue moving together for several minutes, and my body begins to ripple and flutter.

“What’s the added bonus?” I say, my pleasure beginning to spike.

One side of his mouth rides up like he’s got a big secret. He licks his lips. “Get ready to howl like a monkey, baby,” he says.

Up ’til now, Jonas has been supporting my raised pelvis with both of his hands, but now he brings one of his hands up to my clit and begins massaging me—while suddenly deepening his thrusts. Wowzers. Holy Now This Is The Way To Make a Baby, Batman! There’s no way to describe how good this feels. Within a minute, I’m shrieking uncontrollably and breaking out into a cold sweat, every hair standing at attention.

“Too much,” I say.

But Jonas only increases the depth and intensity of his thrusts along with the movement of his fingers on my clit.

I let out a loud shriek as my legs collapse. I fall onto the bed, succumbing to yet another powerful orgasm, this one consuming my entire body. “No more,” I gasp when my body has finished shuddering. “I’m done.” Sweat is pouring down my back. I wipe my brow and my hand comes back soaked.

Jonas’ eyes are on fire. “Right before your orgasm, did you feel like you had to pee?” His erection looks ready to go off like a bottle rocket.

I nod.

“Was there an uncomfortable pressure, almost like
discomfort
?”

I nod again. “I had to pull back. I’m sorry. It was too much.”

He exhales with excitement. “Okay, when you feel that again, I want you to push through it next time. You understand? You have to persist through the discomfort, and push out with all your might like you’re trying to pee.”

I shake my head. “No. You don’t understand. I couldn’t push out right then if I tried. It’s too intense. No way.”

“No, baby. You have to train yourself to push through. If you can just overcome the sense of discomfort in that moment, there’s gonna be exponential pleasure on the other side of it—a new kind of pleasure you haven’t experienced yet. Like, something totally mind blowing. You just have to force yourself to react against instinct.”

“Love, I’m not willing to pee all over the bed, no matter what you say.”

He grins. “You’re not gonna
pee
. You’re gonna
squirt
. All over
me.
And then I’m gonna lick it up.”

I grimace.

He laughs. “But let’s just say you did pee. So what? If I could get you off so hard you lost control of your bodily functions, then I’d be a fucking god. It’s a no-lose situation.”

I crinkle my nose. “That’s gross.”

“There’s nothing gross about it. Nothing’s off limits when it comes to your body and your pleasure. Don’t you understand that?” He’s suddenly animated. “Getting you past your hang-ups, delivering you unto the next level of pleasure, each new phase of your development as Orgasma the All-Powerful, that’s what I live for, baby. You’re my work of art. My
magnum opus
.” He shudders.

“You really, really love this, don’t you?”

“I live for it.”

I exhale. “Okay. I’ll try. No promises, but I’ll try.”

“Sex takes training, just like any other physical activity. Train your muscles. Train your mind. And then your body will start to respond in new ways.” He bites my nipple, obviously getting highly aroused again.

I can’t help but grimace. “I’m really... not sure I can deliver what you’re aiming for. I’m not even sure I
want
to.” I crinkle my nose again.

He touches my cheek and kisses me. “There’s nothing you could ever do that would faze me. Nothing at all
.
”

I exhale.

“Just leave it to me. Your job isn’t to
think
when I’m fucking you. It’s to feel amazing and surrender completely to the pleasure.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know if I can let go in the way you’re describing. When I get to a certain point, it feels so good, it starts to kind of hurt and I have to pull back. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“You can do it. Commit to it. The body doesn’t have magic buttons like some sort of vending machine. It takes training, devotion, and a commitment to fearlessness.” He crawls next to me on the bed, his erection nudging into my thigh, and strokes my hair. “When we first started together, your first orgasms were only clitoral, remember? For like six months, I think. Remember?”

I nod.

“And over time, with lots and lots of training, we got your G-spot working for you and you started to have vaginal orgasms, too. Remember? That didn’t happen naturally for you; we had to work at it. We had to engage your G-spot and bring it to life and persist through your discomfort. And then your entire body became engaged. And
trained.
And now you fucking own your G-spot.”

His face is on fire. Seriously, this is clearly his favorite thing. And, I must admit, when he finally figured out how to stimulate that strange spot inside me just right, when I finally let go enough to let vaginal orgasms overtake me, especially during intercourse itself, it was a complete game-changer. Like nothing I’d ever imagined before—ten times more pleasurable and powerful than clitoral orgasms.

“Remember that pressure you felt when we first started going for G-spot orgasms—how much mental shit you had to work though to get there? How you used to pull back at first?”

I nod. He’s right.

“But you did it. And then remember the first time you got
both
clit and G-spot working for you all at once?”

I nod again.

“Like a drug, right?”

“Like the best drug known to mankind.”

“So, trust me again, baby. We’re at a new crossroads. It’s time for another new frontier.”

I exhale. “Okay. I’ll try.”

He strokes my hair. “You’re my Mount Everest. I just want to climb you—all the way to the tippy top. And I want
you
to climb
you
.”

I bite my lip.

“But that’s for next time, okay? And the time after that. We’ll keep at it as long as it takes. No worries. No pressure, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Right now, I want you to lie down on your back. I’m gonna make love to you and show you how much I love—what the fuck?” His attention has been suddenly diverted. He’s looking across the room at a small table—at the cute way I arranged to tell Jonas I want to make a baby. The
metaphor
I arranged for my metaphor-loving man.

He motions to the table. “Really?” He laughs. “Oh my God. You are such a weirdo.”

I look at the table and burst out laughing. Yeah, it’s kind of weird, now that I’m looking at it through his eyes. I’d intended it to be funny. Memorable. Cute. But, yeah, it’s kinda weird.