Then, cutting through all the layers of desire, plans and estimates of arousal levels, making all of her littered thoughts trivial pursuits, she felt her blooming orgasm rise with stunning velocity. Her eyes went wide and her body faltered as deep shudders interrupted her rhythms. The rush was as encompassing as it was surprising.

 

She didn't remember orgasms rushing up like this before. But then, evidently, she never had one before if that’s what this was. The power and breath of it was far too much. Orgasms were sweet blisses, like she brought herself to in the shower, or in the bath. She liked them.

 

Her climax hit and cascaded through her body as an avalanche of passion, setting off every zone and point of stimulation available. She pitched back and then her hands pulled at the sides of her head as the resulting explosion of stimulation churned and powered her climax up, beyond her scope of imagination. Her last voluntary thought glimmered with the hope of channeling that wild storm, which, as an after-thought, was ludicrous.

 

The voltaic throes she was convulsed by, with such ravage abandon, felt dangerous. She was screaming desperate pleas from deep in her lungs. Her body knotted and curled from violent contractions. She pitched forward and pounded her forehead into Cole’s chest, and then was wildly thrown up and back by her churning abs. There, her spine arched so greatly, she could nearly see the wall behind them.

 

She screamed and writhed, bucking with no rhythm at all.

 

Then Cole mercilessly gripped her hips and began to fuck his cock up into her, driving her mind straight through the walls of reality. His power pounded inside of her, heedless of the thrashing storm throttling her nervous system -- and he was so goddamn strong. She quit rolling hips and fought against any impulse to move at all.

 

She tried to beg him to stop. Falling forward again, her mouth gaping as her head shook wildly from side to side, she clawed and pulled at his arms, but none of her efforts seemed to be noticed since he continued to thrash into her.

 

Nicole’s awareness danced on the storms he churned beneath her, as a new orgasm rose.

“No, no, no, no,” were the only words coming from her throat when, with no warning at all, the orgasm that was merely a thought a moment ago, curled and hurtled her once more with violent throes and voltaic waves.

 

Cole powered his body up, rising on the flexing power of his abs. He locked eyes with her and then the world was a swirl and blur of spinning, falling motion. Cole had lifted her slightly, swung her spinning to the left and followed her down to the mattress with a neck-snapping swoop of motion. He came to rest on top of her and between her thighs. His hot, amazingly hard cock was still filling her quaking pussy. She landed on the mattress with her arms going wide and her eyes searching the spinning room for reasons and options. Then she put it all together and was forming a smile when Cole cupped the cheeks of her ass in the palms of his hands, lifted her, and began to fuck her.

 

All hell broke loose inside her body. Reflexively, and against her will, her hips rose to meet his thrusts while a concerted performance of her abs and pelvic muscles strove to milk and wrest his cock as it pleasured her depths. She wasn't sure if the swelling waves of electric fire churning in her were actually orgasms or not. There seemed to be no end and no escaping the tides, which occasionally sucked her down with dismaying energy to roll her in fierce and ravaging currents.

 

She was clawing at Cole's arms, purely on the whim of reflex, with no decision made to do so and no goal. Her legs were trembling, under the same instinctive whim, which was probably a blind sense of self-preservation. Her throat was always open and the untamed howls and wails coming from her had no similarity to what she normally called her “sex music.” 

 

The power of Cole's climax erupted inside and around her, manifesting as a savage series of unbelievable thrusts that drove into her with twisting convulsions from his hips and abs. It was chaos incarnate.

 

She was depleted and had been for some time. She was already rag-dolled when this physical eruption of anarchy powered his seed inside of her pussy. Her state of depletion, however, made no difference to the surging storm of orgasmic energies ravaging her body. Between Cole's pleasuring and throes of her own personal storm, she felt decimated by the time Cole's body came to rest on top of her.  When he rolled off her, she tried to follow. It was her custom to sooth the man after his release, to bring emotional value to the afterglow and ease his receding agonies. She whimpered, but couldn't move. Her body simply told her, no. And that was the end of the conversation -- custom be damned.

 

Cole's arm came up and then rested it across his eyes, as if to shield them from the light of the room. His chest heaved for breath. Eventually, long before her own recovery, he said, "Damn woman. What the fuck? I can't believe what you did to me."

 

She heard the words, but failed to respond or even comprehend for several seconds.

 

"I'll get us some beers," he told her and weakly rolled off the edge of the bed, found his feet, and strode out of the door drunkenly.

 

She watched him go and enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching his cute ass working those long legs while wonder blossomed inside her helpless body. What I did to him? Is he kidding? Holy fuck!

 

As a call girl, she decided, she would have paid Cole.