His eyes flip up to mine. Mother of all things orgasmic, the expression on his face alone is almost enough to send me hurtling through Come-topia.

He slides one of his amazing fingers inside me. My eyes roll, taking away my fucktastic view for a second. He waits until they roll back down before he answers. “How wet you always are for me.”

Alex often comments on the rainforest-like state of my vag when he’s all up in there making me feel good. It’s as if my wetness is a litmus test for his sexiness.

“I can’t help it,” I tell him. “You’re just so good at making me hot.”

He adds another finger, fluttering faster. “Do I make you feel good?”

“So good.” I grip the edge of the counter behind my head and start rolling my hips to help him reach the goal. I have a feeling I’m going to be the recipient of a lot of orgasms.

The first one is like being punched in the clit with a gift bag of awesome. I moan Alex’s name extra loud.

“That’s it, Violet. I can’t wait to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh my God, yes, please.”

I’m not even done coming yet when he covers my still-throbbing clit with his mouth and starts sucking. I shriek and try to get away from his tongue, but he splays his hand out over my boob and holds me in place.

Releasing my death grip on the edge of the counter, I grab his hair and pull, hard. Alex groans and sucks even harder. My entire field of vision clouds with a starburst of white, a black haze crowding the edging. I can’t stop coming; it’s insane. I’m chanting something incoherent—words interspersed with moans.

I clamp his head with my thighs, and when my vision finally returns to normal, I look down my body, past where he’s holding onto my boob, over my stomach and bedazzled vagina mound to where his nose is pressed right below the crystal beaver.

His dark gaze is locked on my face. My mouth drops open when he stops with the rough sucking and starts the tongue swirls. He’s going to kill me with orgasms. I pull in a gasping breath when he leaves my poor, overstimulated beaver button, replaces his fingers with his tongue inside me, and makes good on his dirty promise to fuck me that way.

It’s like he’s trying to eat me alive, but not in a horror movie kind of way, in a love-the-fuck-out-of-me kind of way. Maybe I should vagazzle more often.

I think he’s going for an orgasms record. I don’t even know if I’ve stopped coming since I started. I throw my head back, but I don’t connect with granite. Instead my head hangs over the edge of the counter. The living room is upside down behind me.

Across the room I can see it’s dark out now. And the windows offer a mirror-like reflection of Alex’s massive, broad shoulders and his head between my legs. Wow, do we ever look hot. This is some seriously intense foreplay we’ve got going on. I glance to the right, where the sliding glass doors provide another version of the view, so of course the orgasm that hasn’t stopped revs right back up. I’m shuddering and moaning and fisting Alex’s hair while I grind all over his face.

He lifts his head and swipes across his mouth with the back of his hand. His chest is heaving, abs tight, expression fierce as he drags me down the counter toward him.

I try words, but all I get are some sounds and maybe part of his name.

His right dimple pops. “What was that?”

I push up on my elbows. It’s not that easy since my body seems to be made of wet noodles. “So many orgasms.”

“You want more?” He slides his hand into his Super MC boxer briefs and pushes the cotton down until his cock pops out. It’s one of my favorite parts of his body.

He really doesn’t need to ask. I think it’s pretty damn obvious with all my scream-coming that I’m more than happy to be on the receiving end of his orgasm gifts. But Alex would like to hear me say it, so I’m going to go ahead and give him what he wants, so he’ll give me what we both want, which is his magical dick inside me.

“Please.”

He’s stroking himself. I can’t decide where I want to look—at his gorgeous face or at his wide palm wrapped around his enormous cock.

“Please what?” He circles the head a few times with his thumb before he reverses the motion.

“I want more orgasms.” I scoot forward. The counter is slippery under my ass, possibly from my excessive coming, possibly from Alex’s sloppy eating.

Alex takes a step closer so his thighs rest against the counter. He taps my clit with the tip of Super MC.

I moan, because really, he’s so hot, and I’m so ready to be fucked.

“You want my cock, baby?”

I shudder and nod. “So bad.”

He keeps his eyes on me while he rubs the head up and down my slit. “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

Jesus. He’s really into the dirty talking today. Not that I’m opposed. I’m not. He just hasn’t been like this in a long time, and I’m surprised at how much I’ve missed this side of him.

“Yes, please.”

Alex palms the back of my neck with the hand that isn’t gripping the Super MC and encourages me to sit up. We both look down as he lines himself up and the head disappears.

He doesn’t give me any more. Instead he pulls out and glides the head back up to circle my clit. I lean in and kiss his chin. His whole face smells like me. We’re both going to need a shower after this, and the island is going to need a hose down.

He lifts his head until his lips touch mine. I cup his face in my hands—they’re shaking, my whole body trembling with anticipation and residual orgasm aftershocks.