Waves are still crashing over me, making it difficult to think straight.

“You first came here for a piercing, didn’t you?” Gabe asks.

He slides my body further up the table, and moves his body over mine.

“Yeah, the first time I came here,” I say, giggling.

“Better late than never.”

“You think I still need to be pierced?”

A piercing might be the reason I found Gabe in the first place, but that was out of desperation to have an orgasm. Now that I found Gabe, orgasms are no longer an issue. He barely has to touch me and I quiver.

“Your pussy will look really fucking tasty with a pretty blue jewel on it.”

“I got the impression you didn’t want me to get one.”

Gabe laughs, and moves his body over mine. He pushes his throbbing dick against my mound.

“No, I wanted you to know I could make you come without one. I needed to know you were mine before I decorated you.”

“Well, you made that pretty clear.”

He nips my neck and growls, “I’m going to flick that ring, and I’ll be beating on your clit from front and back. Your head will explode.”

“I don’t think it can get more intense.”

“Only one way to find out.”

I laugh, and say, “I would love for you to pierce me.”

“Think of it as a promise ring. It’s my promise to never hurt you again.”

I moan in delight at the idea of having Gabe’s mark. It would be our little secret.

Although I still want him to tattoo me, but that can wait.

Right now I’m happy with a piercing. I’d be happy with anything Gabe did to me.

Gabe spreads my lips with his fingers and drives his hard dick into me. My walls adjust to his size, and he begins pumping into me.

My body sparks and sizzles everywhere our skin touches. A volcano of heat wells between my legs, threatening to overwhelm me. I don’t want to cry again, it’s embarrassing but the feelings are so intense.

I claw at his back, and my legs stick up, tensed, into the air.

He moves faster and faster, grunting as he drives into me. Small spasms move across my walls, and every muscle in my body tenses, and I struggle to breathe. He lets out a long grunt, and buries himself deep within me.

A tidal wave rips through me, and all the tension in my body is washed away.

“Gabe,” I scream.

The deafening sound echoes around the room. My legs buck and kick as the orgasm rips through me. His dick throbs against my walls, seemingly making the waves stronger.

I’ve never felt anything so powerful or good or right. I seem to melt into a puddle on the table.

Without moving, Gabe hovers over me, drawing deep breaths of air into his lungs.

Gasping, I say, “We can still have sex without a condom, right?”

“Fuck yes, I wouldn’t even consider it if we couldn’t.”

Squeezing him tight, I realize how lucky I am for noticing that headline on the magazine cover. I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without Gabe. And not just because of the way he makes my body feel.

I’ve never had as much fun with anyone as I have with Gabe, and that includes Sophie.

Maybe the reason I love them both so much is because of the way they get me to relax and have fun instead of fretting about doing what I think I’m supposed to be doing.

We lie locked together in each other’s arms, without speaking. I don’t think any words need to be said. At least not right now, but I’m sure we can work things out with my parents.

Gabe kisses my forehead, and pulls out of me. Standing, he grabs his T-shirt from the floor and wipes my pussy.

“Stay there,” he says, and turns away.

The intensity of the orgasm has barely subsided. Staying here isn’t much of a choice. I couldn’t walk away right now if I tried. I close my eyes, and vaguely hear him rummaging around.

A warm, wet cloth wipes my mound, and I open my eyes. Gabe is staring intently at my folds as he cleans me. Next he squirts some kind of solution onto me, and wipes it all around me with a thin cloth.

He exposes my clit to the air, and wipes the cloth over it. The air, the cloth and Gabe’s touch unleashes another set of waves.

“Oh God,” I cry.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, pinching my clit and rolling it between his fingers like he did when we first met.

The entire area is throbbing, and I cry out again.

Gabe concentrates on what he’s doing, and I watch as he works. His fingers pinch around behind my clit, searching for the right spot. He takes some kind of metal clamp from the tray and puts it on the place where his fingers were pinching.

“You’re doing it now?”

For some reason, I didn’t realize he meant piercing me right now. I thought maybe in a couple of hours, or even tomorrow.

“Yes now, while your taste is still fresh. Otherwise I’m just going to have to keep licking you. Besides, the sooner we do it, the sooner you start healing and the sooner I can taste you again.”

Holding the clamp in place, he takes a long needle from the tray. I can’t watch any longer, and turn my head to the wall.

Without saying anything, he pushes the needle through me. Surprisingly, I don’t flinch or make any sound. I barely notice any pain. I keep my eyes on the wall but can feel him doing something down there. I suppose putting on the jeweled hoop.

“Beautiful,” he says, and tosses the items back into the tray. “Want to see?”

He holds up a mirror, and angles it between my legs.

“Of course,” I say, and look at the mirror.

The ring rests against my skin, the pretty blue jewel sparkling in the light.

“I love it,” I say, beaming at Gabe.

And I do love it. It’s fun, naughty and Gabe’s. I love everything it represents.