“Please,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“Come now. Come for me.” I arched my back and buried my cock as deep as it would go.
She cried out in surprise and relief and ecstasy. Then she stopped moving. She even stopped breathing.
Her insides felt like a furnace. Her muscles gripped me. Moisture gushed around my shaft, and a wave of heat coated my balls.
Pleasure filled her to bursting. It peaked and crashed, receded and surged again. I felt it wherever our skin touched, but especially my dick. Her pussy squeezed and seemed to tug at me, until the urge to come overloaded my senses.
I cried out, and semen exploded deep inside her. The torrent pulled me with it, and I emptied myself into her body. An hour passed. Then a year. A decade. All in a heartbeat, a single breath, the blink of an eye.
I eventually returned to my own body, my own senses. My breath came in great gusts through my nose. I felt Christy beneath me. Her arms were trapped between us, and the handcuffs poked into my ribs. I was a dead weight atop her. I couldn’t move, yet I had to. I summoned all my strength.
My eyelids fluttered open.
I laughed. At least, I laughed in my head. I couldn’t move my tongue, let alone my jaw. Christy twitched with an aftershock, but at least she was alive. I could feel her breathing. I eventually managed to swallow and moisten my mouth.
“Are you okay?” I croaked.
She didn’t respond. Still, I felt her awareness. She shuddered with another aftershock that I felt as well. We were still joined, still one.
“Gimme a sec,” I managed, “and I’ll get off you.”
“Take your time,” she said after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I laughed out loud.
“I thought you’d like that,” she said weakly.
“Are you okay?” I asked again.
“Mmm. Only, I don’t think I can move. It’s—” She gasped and then breathed hard through her nose. “It’s still going.”
“I can tell. I can feel it.”
“Did you…?”
“God, yes. Didn’t you feel it? I must’ve shot a gallon.”
She shook her head. “Sorry. I missed it.”
“That’s okay. There’ll be others.” I’d recovered enough energy to get my hands under me. I pushed myself up.
Christy gasped. “Don’t move. Please. I… don’t think I can take it.”
“I’m not too heavy?”
She shook her head.
I lowered myself to my elbows and kept as much of my weight off her as I could. Still, our bodies touched at almost every point, and my penis was still inside her.
“Mmm, tha’s nice,” she said. Her breathing slowed, and I thought she might’ve gone to sleep. “That was bigger than a big kahuna,” she said at last. “The Kāne of all kahunas.”
“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like a good thing.”
“It is. And now… I’m just gonna lie here. Don’t mind me.”
“You aren’t ready for me to get off you?”
“Oh, no, never. Only… um… my arms’ve gone to sleep. So… um… maybe…?”
I chuckled and pushed myself up. My dick slid out of her with a wet squelch. It was coated with juices—hers, mine, ours. My thighs were damp with them, and so were hers. She shivered from a chill instead of an aftershock. I rolled sideways and nearly fell off the bed. I caught myself but felt drained and weak.
“Enervated,” I said with a chuckle. “Always loved that word. Never get to use it, though.”
Christy was so enervated that she didn’t even ask what I was talking about.
“It means the opposite of what it sounds like.”
“Yes, dear.”
I remembered what I’d been doing in the first place. “Sorry,” I said. “Gimme a sec and I’ll unlock you.”
“Just cover me up. Please.”
I ignored her and reached over the side of the bed, where I rummaged in the suitcase until I found the red ribbon with the handcuff keys. I unlocked them, and she flexed her fingers to get the blood flowing in her arms. Then she reached up and removed the blindfold. She held it over her shoulder for me. I tossed it into the suitcase, followed by the handcuffs and keys.
Christy scooted to her side of the bed without looking back, and I had to suppress a laugh at the sight of my pillow. The case had a dark circle of spreading moisture, and I suspected that the pillow itself was soaked as well, a total loss. I flung it off the bed without a second thought. Christy groped for the sheet but couldn’t find it. I slid behind her and pulled it over us.
“The spread too?” She shivered. “So cold.”
The damn thing had slid off the end of the bed, so I retrieved it and covered us both. I wrapped my arms around her.
“Better?”
“Mmm.” She yawned and then sighed contentedly. “Night night.”
* * *
We joined the others a little before noon. Brooke and Mark were swimming, but the rest were lounging beside the pool. They greeted us with applause and catcalls.
“We thought y’all were gonna spend the whole day in bed,” Trip joked.
“We thought about it,” I said seriously.
Wren’s eyes immediately went to Christy’s left hand. Still ringless. She huffed in exasperation and looked even more annoyed when I replied with a wink.
“Are you still planning to go to the quarry?” she asked.
“I need to. The measurements aren’t gonna take themselves.” I shrugged with feigned indecision and glanced at Christy. “Are you okay to help me?”
She’d recovered from her super-orgasm, but she hadn’t eaten anything for almost twelve hours. I was a little worried she might say no. I could deal with it, but half of my plan depended on being at the quarry. I wanted someplace memorable, not a generic bedroom.
“As long as Wren doesn’t need me here,” Christy said. She looked at her. “We’re still having the party tonight, aren’t we? Do you need help?”
“Don’t worry about that,” Mark said from the pool. “We’ll help Wren, won’t we, guys?”
Brooke nodded immediately, and the others added a chorus of agreement.
“Besides,” Wren added, “Trip said he needs those measurements, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“What? Oh, yeah! I can’t do the estimates till I get ’em.”
“Go on,” Wren said. “We’ll take care of everything here. As a matter of fact, I packed you a picnic lunch, since you missed breakfast.”
Christy perked up at the mention of food.
“Sounds perfect,” I said. “I have my survey equipment already loaded.”
Trip furrowed his brow and tried to decide if that was a euphemism or not. I hadn’t told him the plan—I didn’t need any crappy surprises—and I didn’t enlighten him about the equipment. Instead, I gestured for Christy to precede me.
“After you, my lovely little apprentice.”
“Apprentice…,” she mused. “That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Oh, brother,” Wren said.
Brooke scowled. “Chris, so help me God…”
“What?” Christy said disingenuously. “What’d I say?”
“Be nice,” I told her quietly.
She looked mildly put out but agreed with a nod.
“Come on,” Wren said, “I’ll get your basket.”
* * *
“That wasn’t very nice,” I said as we pulled away from the clubhouse.
“I know,” Christy said. “Only, I couldn’t help it. Everyone thinks I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Oh?” I looked at her sideways. “What’s going on?”
“Today. This morning. This ‘trip’ to the quarry, just the two of us.”
“What about it?” I lied smoothly.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, we need to survey the quarry.”
“No, the other thing.”
“The picnic? That was Wren’s idea. I’m glad she did it, though.”
“No,” Christy insisted, “the other-other thing.”
I pretended to think. “The party tonight?”