I had guided Duncan to the speed and technique I preferred, and while I revelled in another deliciously long and slow thrust, my bubble was burst by a buzzing downstairs. He paused mid-stroke and asked, "What's that?"
"The entry phone."
"Do you need to answer it?"
"And interrupt this? Not a chance. I've never been fucked with such – no, let me correct that. I've never been made love to with such passion."
He chuckled, then resumed the slow, deep thrusting. "A heat-of-the-moment opinion, Gianna."
"Not at all, Dunc. No exaggeration."
"Dunc. I like that. May I call you Gigi?"
"Ummm. Oh, God! Press there again."
"Where?"
"The deep."
"Here?"
"Oh, yeah. Ummm! Keep it there. Unnh! Press. Unnh! More. Oh, fuck! Fuuu..."
As I convulsed, Dunc asked, "Is that the fabled G-spot?"
"No," I panted. "Cul..." After another shudder, I added, "de sac."
"Should I continue? Or wait until you're done?"
I shuddered again. "Keep pressing. Unnh! There. Unnh!"
"Your contractions have me near popping. May I?"
"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes, yes, yes."
A brief while later, a loud howl filled the room as Buddy pulsed deep within me, adding to my continuing orgasmic bliss. I grabbed Dunc's butt cheeks and pulled him closer – deeper than I had thought possible – triggering a new bout of convulsions, blurring my mind.
When I finally regained focus, I realised I was still saying, "Yes, yes, yes."
Dunc's howl had morphed into deep guttural moans as he clung to me and twitched. Then, a while later, when he had calmed, he asked, "Gigi?" He paused. "May I call you Gigi?"
"Ummm. I'd love that."
"And may I tell you that I love you?"
I giggled. "Of course, you may."
"I love you, Gigi."
"Ummm! That's so sweet." I paused to assess my feelings. "I suppose I must love you, as well, Dunc – if I could find my romantic bone. I don't want you to leave, so that's a good sign, isn't it? That must show that I do love you."
He tightened the embrace. "I sense that you do, Gigi. Very strongly. And you certainly show that you do."
"Okay, then. I love you."
"Oh, wow! So, what's next?"
"We're a sticky mess down there, so a shower. Then we can come back here and explore."
"Um, okay. But that's not what I had meant. What's next with us? You don't want me to leave, and nor do I want to."
"Oh!" I giggled. "You meant the bigger picture. Us. Yeah, what do we do with us?"
"What would you like to do?"
"Keep you forever – if you promise to continue giving me orgasms like that."
He chuckled. "Surely you've had orgasms before."
"Never like this one. So powerful. So all-enveloping."
"Then you truly do love me."
"Likely another indication. Maybe that allowed me to relax enough to finally have a cul-de-sac one."
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Hot Potato
ChickLitGigi, an aromantic bi, doesn't know what she wants most - a husband, a lover, or her own restaurant. She has just lost her prestigious chef position and kicked out her latest fling, who threatens revenge. With her meagre savings, all three possibili...