Page 83 of The Monster and the Masochist

Applying light pressure, I slowly rocked my finger against the wet, springy erogenous zone that made up her G-spot.

Using my other hand, I pressed firmly down on her abdomen, right above her pubic bone. In careful increments, I increased pressure as I stroked her from the inside, my gaze flicking from her dripping pussy and back up the line of her body.

She was frowning now, as if she was almost confused as to why her body was slowly beginning to react the way I wanted it to.

Her nipples tightened before my eyes, and her chest began to rise and fall in rapid pants.

“Theo?” she gasped, and I grinned at her before placing another delicate, wet kiss on her clit. I gently lapped at her with my tongue while I continued to press on her abdomen and stimulate her G-spot at the same time.

The taste of her flooded my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that ripped out of me as her entire body reacted to the feelings I was methodically working out of her.

My own hips were rocking now, and I wished for a third hand again so I could get myself off while I feasted on my goddess’s pussy… but my pleasure was secondary.

All I wanted right now was to make her scream.

When she said my name like a question again, my suspicions that she’d never had a vaginal orgasm before were more or less confirmed. With a great deal of effort, I forced myself to stop licking and sucking on her delicious, throbbing clit.

I glanced up at her, increasing the slow, thumping motion I was rocking into her G-spot, while making sure not to change or shift my position at all.

“Feel that, baby? Can you feel it coming?”

Her eyes were wide, and she nodded frantically, looking almost panicked at what I was sure were a storm of new, overwhelming sensations for her.

A vaginal orgasm was nothing like an external orgasm, and I knew someone like Cassandra–who was always so in control–would almost fear that level of release.

She wouldn’t be able to do anything but fucking scream when it finally took her, and I wanted her to get there more than I wanted to take my next breath.

She was flooding my hand now, and the room was full of wet, sucking sounds as I continued to work her with my finger.

“Theo… it’s…” Both of her hands were curled in my hair now, but she wasn’t trying to force me down anymore. It was like she was holding me in place so I wouldn’t look away.

Like she was almost scared of how good this was going to feel, and she needed me to guide her through it.

Baby, I’d hold your hand through a nuclear explosion.

I got you.

I got you.

I’ve always got you.

I didn’t say that out loud, though.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered instead. “Let go for me. Don’t fight it.”

She bit her lip, and a tiny frown marred her brow as she panted. Her entire body was pebbled with goose bumps, and the muscles in her stomach clenched as the slow, steady work I’d been putting in finally began to pay off.

“Theo… it’s… oh my god… It’s going to be too much… I don’t think I can… Oh my god…” Her voice wavered, and she sounded so vulnerable now. Nothing like the dominant, confident goddess that had made me beg for this moments before.

I comforted her with gentle soothing sounds in the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop massaging her.

“It’s going to be alright, baby. It’s going to feel so good. You deserve to feel this good.”

“I don’t… It’s… I feel like I’m going to…

“It’s okay… You’re okay,” I reassured her, knowing that some women worried they might literally lose control of their bladders the first time they experienced something like this. I knew she wouldn’t, but even if she did, it’s not like that would turn me off.

This woman could literally spit in my mouth, and I would just be grateful to taste something that had once been inside her.