I was starting to build to a climax when he slipped inside me. I felt all the breath leave my lungs. He filled me, but I still wanted more. As if sensing my desire, he thrust into me with a desperate urgency, penetrating me deeply. I actually felt him getting harder. He dropped his lower body against mine, supporting his torso above me by bracing his arms on either side of my head. With our hips locked together and his cock inside me, we were one.
While he remained perfectly still, his cock was moving inside me as if of its own volition, exploring me, stimulating every nerve ending, bringing me closer to the brink of an orgasm. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, wishing we could remain in this moment forever. I pressed my fingers into his muscular back and dug my nails into his the skin, knowing we could not be physically any closer to each other. Still, I tried to push him deeper inside me by thrusting my hips forward and rocking from side to side. With both my hands firmly gripping his ass, I pulled him toward me. It was as if I was fucking him.
I was nearly there, and I began to moan loudly. At the same time, Kenny’s breathing began to change. He was holding back his own ecstasy, waiting for me to be gratified. I turned my head to one side as I pumped my hips to the rhythm of his breathing, and he ran his tongue up my neck from the top of my chest to my chin and then across my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned my head,
finding his lips with mine, nipping at his tongue with my teeth, nearly breaking skin and drawing blood.
“Come inside me,” I whispered directly into his mouth.
I felt him shudder as I closed my eyes and I began to orgasm, completely letting go and allowing it to take me wherever it led. The first wave rippled up from my very core to the surface like a tremor. I felt it all over, and I didn’t think it was ever going to stop. Each succeeding climax, of which there were several in rapid succession, seemed to blend into one another, making it impossible to know where one began and one ended. It was one continuous euphoric surge of firing neurons. By the time my body stopped shaking, my entire pelvic area was hypersensitive.
When he pulled out, my walls quivered, inducing another orgasm.
“Oh, my God, Kenny. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
While my heart rate and breathing slowly returned to normal, goose bumps broke out all over my body as my sweat evaporated on my skin, but I was still unable to open my eyes.
“Kenny,” I whispered, but got no response. It was only then that I managed to open one eyelid first, and then the other before I realized that I was alone.
“Kenny,” I called out loudly and sat up, looking around the empty bedroom. I wondered if maybe I had experienced another episode of vertigo like the one earlier that day at Kenny’s shop. There
hadn’t been any dizziness this time, and the only thing spinning was my insides after my orgasms. The duvet was damp and cold underneath me, but there was no other sign that Kenny had even been there. Then I looked over at the bedside table where there was an object that I had not placed there. It was the Kachina that Kenny had given to me. The small wooden figure with a white mask, red ears and horsehead carved at its base seemed to stare back at me. I didn’t know what to think as I walked over and picked up the doll. It was real enough.
How could he have done all this?