I have never known anything like this pleasure.

The warm water, the tingling bubbles.

The exquisite touch of Jaxon’s hands and body.

Of course, I’ve heard of the two different kinds of orgasms. I’m a doctor. I understood the thing intellectually—from the perspective of nerve endings and internal connections.

I didn’t understand how different they would feel.

That first orgasm was a deep, hungry ache inside of me that only seems to grow the more it feels his cock. The other orgasm, so primal and encompassing, connected throughout my entire nervous system.

I’m starting to feel drowsy from the exertion, the alcohol, and the heat.

“We can get out, if you like,” he offers.

I nod, and we slip out of the water, Jaxon reaching out to help me up the step.

The cold breeze hits me immediately.

“Fuck! It’s cold!”

“Hold on.”

Jaxon runs over to the area near the pool and comes back with two big fluffy robes, wrapping me in one before slipping the other over his shoulders. He wraps it around me, standing naked and dripping, cock proud and high.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, babe. Not with you to keep me warm.”

He slips his arms around me and picks me up, over-the-threshold style. I shriek with laughter and surprise as he carries me in, rushing to the big grey lounge across the kitchen.

He tosses me on to the soft cushions and kneels beside the lounge.

“Better now?”

“Yes. Much.”

“Excellent.”

His eyes begin to slide over my body immediately, and I feel that deep ache inside.

My clit feels like it’s on fire.

As if he knows this, he flips the robe back, letting his eyes trail over me. I slip my thighs apart, and he gasps in wonder, running a hand over the outer lips, teasing the soft edges where they meet. I rock into his hand, begging for more.

He slides his arms around my thighs, face focused on my pussy.

First, he mouths at the clit, licking it gently and sliding his lips across it until I moan and shake, hips jerking at the intense pleasure. He goes deeper, tongue sliding into me, lips probing in until I can feel myself coming again and again in a chain of orgasms.

My clit seems to get too sensitive too fast and can’t take his extended attention, but that great dark slit within me can take everything he can give. I let my legs fall open from the hips to invite his mouth inside as I grip his head with both hands.

I move him from clit to pussy with firm jerks of his hair. I’m so aroused I don’t even care if I’m hurting him. He knows what to do with his tongue and his lips, and he gasps with pleasure as he eats me, bending to the pressure of my hand, moving from hot spot to wet pussy.

I feel it then, deep inside and high above. I go completely still, like some kind of instinctive response. I hold his head hard against my clit, feeling his tongue gently lapping at it as he suddenly thrusts inside my pussy with two fingers.

The spasms are everywhere at once. My hips are rocking, and my hand is pushing his face into my hot, wet pussy as the electricity explodes at the two nerve centers.

I’m left shaking, trembling, senseless.

I look up, gasping as he climbs on to the lounge between my knees.

“Do you think I can wait, after seeing that? I have to put my cock in you now.”

Drowsily, I blink, hoping he takes it for a response.

He puts his hands gently on my hips and starts to slide in, slowly. Inch by inch, he fights his way in. I’m so wet, and my insides feel loose and shuddering, but he’s so big and so hard, he has to go slowly.

I feel that aching in all the muscles deep inside.

It only intensifies as he slowly pushes his cock into me.

“Fuck me!”

I can’t help it, I scream, grabbing at his arms, twisting my hips, desperate to feel him all the way inside.

“Fuck me, Jaxon—fuck me hard!”

His smile then is something I’ve never seen. More than joy. A completeness.

He starts to thrust, slowly, then faster. He grips my hips and slams his big hard cock into me, again and again.

My pussy is hungry. It can’t get enough of his thrashing.

Then he slips a hand down to my clit, and I literally cry. The pleasure is so intense I try to struggle away but he holds me tight by one leg. Hard and slow, he thrusts into me while his fingers slide over my clit, rubbing it, pressing on it.

Even stronger than the last time, I feel the deep clenching inside, like a desperate aching where my soft lips touch his hard cock. My clit shudders against his hand as he gasps and screams.

“Oh, yes, oh, god, yes, Ali!”

I’m clawing at the lounge, all hot sweat and pouring cum. The two orgasms play off each other, creating a long chain of pleasure that leaves me staring at the ceiling, hands fluttering uselessly. Jaxon stops moving, feeling the soft wetness of my pussy going loose around his cock.

I come back to myself, partly.

“You’re not done,” I whisper, voice hoarse from screaming.

He slides out gently, and my pussy aches at the lack of him. I didn’t think I could take any more, yet my hungry dark slit disagrees.

“I want your mouth…I want to come in your mouth.”

I look up, a little startled. His body is hard and gorgeous over me, so incredibly beautiful and male. Something in his eyes is dark, serious, and predatory, and I just nod.

His face lights up with such joy, I know I can’t disappoint him. I couldn’t fit it all in last time, but I’m determined to try. He’s given me such pleasure…

The least I can do is try to give him what he wants.

He moves to straddle me, but I’m not sure about that, so he sits on the lounge, and I get between his legs. I’m very warm now and slip the robe off my shoulders. I grip the base of his cock with my hand and squeeze it gently.

He smiles.

“That’s it…just take your time. Slowly.”

I lick hesitantly at the head. My jaw starts to ache just trying to suck it down. I find I quite enjoy this part, wrapping my lips around the sensitive tip and sucking it as my tongue strokes the shaft.

He leans back, opening his hips so I can start sliding my lips further down. As I start a rhythm, going deeper and faster, he starts to moan, trying not to rock his hips.

It’s no good. He’s too big, too hard.

The harder he gets, the more my jaw aches. I just can’t get it all in.

I decide to go back to the head and put my attention there, maybe use my hand to stimulate the rest when I feel his hand on my head.

Fair’s fair. I did the same to him.

He probably couldn’t breathe either but didn’t complain. This is how it is between lovers, I suppose.

I try to take a deep breath, knowing what’s coming. I brace my hands on his knees, and I feel his hand clasp hard on the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair.

He slams my head down until my lips touch his belly, and his cock is all the way down my throat. Before I can gag, he thrusts me up again, and I try to get my mouth open as far as I can and breathe between the thrusts.

I only keep my position by listening to the cries and gasps coming out of him.

He’s loving it so much. I’m giving him incredible pleasure. That keeps my jaw locked open and my lips soft as his cock gets harder and harder.

He starts to groan, a long drawn out gasping, and I feel his cock pumping. Warm juice squirts into my mouth, and he lets go of my head. I clamp my lips around the end and try not to taste as I swallow quickly, again and again.

My tongue slips out and caresses the tip, milking out more juice, and he cries out, hips open and head back as he pants.

I slide up, wiping my face. Looking up as he turns his eyes to me.

Looking at me in wonder and love.

“Did I do well?” I give him a cheeky grin.

“You did fucking amazing.”

I slip up beside him, wrapping my arms around his hard chest.

“Honey,” I whisper, finally able to use a term of endearment. “My pussy is aching again.”

He laughs, pure mirth.

“Good thing, too, babe. My cock’s getting hard again, and I think we might have to fuck in every single room of the house.”