Complicated by Claire Kent

was obviously on
the edge of his control.
    The knowledge that he was so far gone—for
her, because of what they were doing together—caused her pleasure to surge
forward in a wave.
    But it still didn’t break.
    Her mouth fell open in a silent scream of
frustration, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.
    His finger and cock were still sliding
inside her, the conflicting sensations both delicious and torturous. Then he
said, “You’re killing me, baby. Try to rub your clit.”
    It was an obvious thing to do. Her clit had been
pulsing with aching need the whole time. She just hadn’t felt capable of
letting go of his shoulder to reach down.
    Now she did.
    She released the brutal grip of one hand and
brought it down with a jerk to the swollen folds of her flesh. She rubbed
clumsily at her clit, the third source of stimulation immediately vying with
the other two.
    She’d lost her rhythm and balance completely
and writhed frantically as she chased down her orgasm.
    “There you go,” he rasped. “Let go. Oh fuck,
baby, look at me.”
    Her eyes had fallen shut again but she
obeyed his directions.
    When she met the feral intensity of his
gaze, all the deep tension inside her finally shattered.
    She cried out with the waves of release, her
body jerking and clenching above, around, all over him.
    “Oh fuck!” Greg gasped as both of her
channels clamped down in tight spasms around him. For the first time, he lost
control of his body and his pelvis started to thrust up into her contractions.
    Then his back arched up and he froze for a
moment before a wash of relief transformed his face.
    She was coming down as he climaxed so she
could feel the pulsing of his cock inside her.
    He’d fought to keep his finger in place as
her contracting muscles threatened to force out the penetration.
    But he finally slid it out as her body relaxed
above him.
    They were both sweating and gasping, and
Victoria was so drained and sated she could barely stay upright. Her face,
lungs and throat were burning and her pussy felt sensitive and sore.
    She let him help as she pulled off him, his
slick cock sliding out of her body with a slurping sound.
    Then she collapsed on the bed—naked,
exhausted, and replete.
    “Wow!”
    Greg sprawled out beside her and appeared
equally affected by their lovemaking. “Yeah.”
    “Wow!” She was overheated and sweaty and
kind of embarrassed by how animalistic she’d been just now.
    But she couldn’t remember ever having an
orgasm as powerful.
    After a minute, Greg managed to roll out of
bed and walk to the bathroom to wash up. Victoria wanted to wash up too, but
she couldn’t find the energy to get out of bed.
    She was still in her damp, naked sprawl when
Greg returned with a wet wash cloth. She stared at him in confusion until she
realized what he was doing.
    He sat next to her and gently wiped down her
groin and inner thighs—which were sticky with sweat and the mingling of their
juices.
    “Thanks,” she managed to say, oddly touched
by the sweet gesture.
    He just smiled at her, carefully stroking
her sensitive, swollen flesh with the deliciously warm, wet towel.
    She felt a lot better and had almost caught
her breath when he made one more trip to the bathroom and then stretched out on
the bed beside her.
    The silence wasn’t awkward. Instead, it
seemed comfortable and strangely familiar.
    As if there was nothing they needed to say.
    Apparently Victoria was feeling too comfortable because, when she finally spoke, she did so without thinking.
    The words just spilled out without any
premeditation. “Your wife must have trained you well.”
    Greg turned to stare at her with a jerk of
his head.
    Victoria blushed painfully. “I mean… I
didn’t mean… I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.” Silently, she cursed herself for saying
something so dumb.
    They didn’t talk about personal things. And
they certainly didn’t talk about his wife—who had died several years ago.
    “It’s fine,” he said