Chapter 7: Climax
Liz gasped, her back arching off the counter, her fingers clawing at his hair, her thighs clenching around his head.
Jay's hands tightened on her thighs, holding her down, keeping her from thrashing too much. He knew she was sensitive, and he knew she needed to be held down, needed to be forced to stay still.
His tongue swirled around her clit, teasing, taunting, before flicking it hard and fast. Liz cried out, her hips bucking, forcing her clit against his tongue.
Liz gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, her knuckles white and her eyes rolled back as she let out a low, guttural moan. Her hips jerked and she tried to ride his face, but Jay pinned her down with his hands, holding her still.
"Fucking stay still, you little slut. Let me taste that sweet cunt, let me drink every fucking drop you give me." Jay growled, his hands holding her thighs tightly in order to not be bucked off.
Liz's thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and she was biting her lip to keep from screaming out.
Jay's mouth returned to her pussy desperate to taste her again, he licked and sucked her clit with more fervor than before. He could feel her hips trying to buck again, so he pressed his hands harder against her thighs, holding her down, pinning her to the counter.
"I said, fucking stay still, you little slut," Jay growled, his voice muffled against her soaked pussy.
Jay's tongue flicked her clit harder, faster. He sucked it into his mouth, bit down lightly, and then soothed it with his tongue. Liz's body was trembling, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Please," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
But Jay paid her no mind, continuing to torment her clit with his tongue, flicking it faster and harder. He could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. Her pussy was dripping with her juices, and he could feel it coating his face.
Her thighs were hard as stone, tense from squeezing his head between them, her hips were convulsing, and her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
But Jay, the good little soldier that he was, didn't relent. He kept his grip on her thighs, his mouth working on her clit like a man possessed. He sucked, he licked, he nipped, and he fucked her with his tongue.
He just kept licking and sucking and nibbling and biting her clit like it was his last meal on earth. Like he was a starving man and her pussy was his finest fucking feast.
Liz's hands had to leave the counter, she was clawing at the smooth surface like she was trying to dig her way out of a fucking prison.
Instead of going for the counter she went for him, his hair was in her hands and she was pulling him into her harder. She wanted to smother him with her pussy, she wanted to feel his face buried in her.
She wanted to ride his tongue and make him choke on her juices. She wanted to cum all over his face, and she wanted it now.
Jay decided to push just a bit more, seeing how far he could get those thighs to shake. Liz almost jumped off the counter as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, curling them upwards and hitting her g-spot.
He fucked her with his fingers, his tongue still torturing her clit. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices coating them, his face, the counter.
He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her.
Liz wanted to say something, anything, but all she could do was pull his hair and squeeze his head between her thighs tighter and tighter, trying to smother him with her pussy.
"Fuck yes, Liz," Jay moaned against her, his voice vibrating against her clit. "You fucking love that, don't you? You love my fingers in your cunt, don't you? You love being stretched and fucked and filled, don't you, you filthy little slut?"
Liz could only squeeze his head and pull his hair harder, her body writhing against his fingers and mouth. She couldn't speak, couldn't form words, could only feel.
And feel she did.
He curled his fingers upwards, hitting her g-spot again and again, as if he was trying to wring out every single fucking drop of her cum.
Liz was writhing on the counter, her body completely at Jay's mercy. Her back was arching, her hips were bucking, and her hands were tangled in his hair, holding him in place.
All the while, his tongue was merciless, licking and sucking her clit like it owed him money.
The combination of his fingers pounding into her and his tongue working her clit had Liz's body writhing like a wild animal. She was a fucking mess, completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.
"Fuck yes, Jay," Liz moaned, her voice hoarse from the constant moaning. "Fuck yes, right there. Don't you fucking stop."
Jay growled against her pussy, sending vibrations straight to her clit. He added a fourth finger, stretching her wide, filling her completely. Liz's body tensed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as he hit her g-spot over and over again.
The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their sex: the wet slurping of his mouth on her pussy, the ragged gasps of her breath, the low growls and dirty talk from Jay. Liz's thighs were shaking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body on the brink of an orgasm so intense it threatened to shatter her.
"That's it, baby," Jay murmured against her clit, his voice vibrating through her body. "Cum for me. Give me that fucking orgasm. I know you're close, I can feel it. Give it to me, Liz, Please." Jay's voice was his classic tender tone, the tone he'd used when he said he loved her with every fiber of his being for the first time, but the words were anything but soft and sweet. His fingers fucked her harder, curling up and hitting her g-spot with more force, stretching her wide open. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking her clit like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Jay's words were like a fucking whip, cracking against her skin, igniting a fire within her. Liz's body reacted instantly, her thighs clamped down on Jay's head, her hips bucked wildly, and her pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them like a fucking pro.
Jay's free hand gripped her hip tightly, grounding her as her body bucked and convulsed.
"Fuck, baby, look at you cumming all over my fingers," Jay groaned, his voice thick with lust. He kept his fingers buried deep inside her, curled upwards and hitting her g-spot with every thrust, drawing out her orgasm.
Liz was writhing and thrashing, her body completely at his mercy, bucking against his fingers and tongue. Jay could feel her pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers, her juices coating them, his face, the counter. He was devouring her, fucking her with his mouth and fingers like a starving man, like he would never get enough of her.
"Fuck, Jay, fuck!" Liz screamed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head.
She was a train wreck of pleasure, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers. Jay's tongue was a fucking freight train, licking and sucking her clit like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
He sucked hard, then let go with a pop, only to lick her from bottom to top before sucking her clit back into his mouth. Liz was convulsing, her body wracked with pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps.
"More," she begged, her voice ragged and hoarse. "I need more, Jay. Fucking give me more."
Jay's mouth left her pussy with a wet pop, and Liz let out a whimper of protest. But her plea was answered as Jay's hands punished her g-spot with every ounce of coordination he had.
Once he had his rhythm in her, his other hand came down from her thigh and started playing with her clit with the same brutality.
Jay was a machine, fucking her with his fingers and tormenting her clit with the precision of a surgeon. He could feel her juices coating his hands, his face, the counter.
"Oh God!" Liz bellowed, "I can't fucking take it!"
But Jay knew she could. He could feel it in the way her pussy was clenching and releasing around his fingers, in the way her juices were coating his hand. He pushed harder, curling his fingers upwards and hitting her g-spot with more force.
"You can take it, baby. You can fucking take it all," Jay growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Take every fucking inch of my fingers, of my tongue, of my cock. You can take it all, Liz, because you fucking love it. You love how I make you feel, how I stretch you wide open, how I fill you up, how I make you scream. You love that I make you feel like a fucking goddess, don't you? Because you are, Liz. You're my fucking goddess, and I'm going to make sure you feel like one."
Liz was shaking her head, almost in disbelief, as if she couldn't quite grasp how much pleasure her body was capable of feeling.
Jay murmured practically into her pussy the big guns. "I love you, Liz. I love the warmth in your eyes when you smile at me, the softness in your voice when you whisper my name. I love the way you laugh, the way you light up a room just by being in it. I love the way you smell, like sunshine and lavender, like home. I love the way your lips taste, I love the way your body feels against mine, so fucking soft and so fucking perfect. I love the way your eyes look when you look at me, like I'm the only man in the world, like I'm the only man you'll ever need. I love the way you make me feel, like I'm invincible, like I can conquer the fucking world."
Liz could do nothing but scream, his fingers never stopping their assault on her g-spot, his hand never stopping its torture of her clit.
Her body was a fucking marionette, her strings pulled by Jay, her master puppeteer.
"God, Jay, I-I can't...I'm going to-" Liz was stuttering, her words broken by the waves of pleasure that were crashing over her.
"Good. Take what you want, Liz. You deserve everything. You're mine, and I'm yours. Take it all, baby. Make me fucking proud." Jay growled, his fingers fucking her relentlessly, his hands torturing her everywhere, mercilessly.
He curled his fingers upwards, hitting her g-spot with the force of a fucking freight train. His hand kept fucking her, his fingers curling and uncurling, hitting her g-spot over and over again. His other hand tormented her clit with an equally brutal precision, twisting and pinching and rubbing it like it was a fucking guitar string.
"Jay...I can't...I'm going to...I'm going to fucking cum..." Liz stuttered, her voice barely more than a gasp.
"Good girl," Jay growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to fucking hear you scream, baby."
"Jay...oh fuck...I can't...I can't take it...it's too much...oh god..." Liz was babbling, her mind not able to form coherent thoughts, all she could do was feel, and holy fuck, she was feeling everything.
"I'm going to fucking cum, Jay...I'm going to fucking cum..." she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She felt like she was standing ankle-deep in concrete as a ten thousand foot tsunami of fire and ice was raging towards her, and there was no escape. Everything was happening in slow motion, yet it was happening far too fast. There was no time to think, no time to process what was happening to her, no time to prepare herself for the storm that was about to consume her.
Every muscle in her body was taut, her skin was flushed, and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Jay's fingers were a relentless machine inside her, fucking her with a force and a precision that was almost inhuman.
She felt Jay's fingers, thick and long and relentless, fucking her with a ferocity she didn't know he had in him.
"Fuck! Jay, I can't... I can't take it..." Liz was moaning, her body writhing, her back arching, her shoulder blades pressing into the cold marble of the countertop.
Jay whispered to her in a low, hoarse voice, "I've got you, baby. Let go. Give me everything. Don't hold back."
Jay growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "Don't you fucking dare hold back. Give it all to me, Liz. Every single fucking drop. Make me proud."
Liz didn't need to be told twice. She let out a guttural scream, her body convulsing as the ten thousand foot tsunami crashed over her, consuming her, drowning her.
Liz bared her teeth silently like a wolf, her eyes rolled back into her skull, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She thought she could feel the top of her head explode, she was sure her heart was going to stop from the sheer force of it.
She couldn't scream, screaming would require air, and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't think, thinking would have been a waste of time.
All she could do was feel, and what she was feeling was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It was like she had died and gone to heaven, and this was her reward for being such a good girl her whole life.
It was like every negative emotion and memory was ripped from her mind and packed into a lead lined, air tight box, locked away somewhere deep in her subconscious, never to be seen or heard from again.
She managed a single gasp, a primal, feral sound that came from the deepest part of her soul.
The new air in her lungs fanned the all-consuming fire within her, and she felt another wave of pleasure crash over her, this one even more intense than the last.
These were not separate orgasms, but a continuous rollercoaster of ecstasy, each peak higher than the last.
She sat immovable and still, afraid even to tremble lest she break the spell, in case it shattered this fragile, beautiful moment.
But holding her breath was catching up with her, and her lungs burned for air. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body relaxing slightly as she let oxygen fill her lungs once more.
Now with more oxygen, Liz went from still as glass to wiggling and writhing like she was being electrocuted.
Jay held onto her like a lifeline, keeping her from falling off the counter and onto the floor as she shook and convulsed, her body completely at his mercy.
Her pussy was still clenching around his fingers, now considerably slower than before, but no less intense.
Jay stilled, finally realizing the depth of Liz's ecstasy. He watched her, fascinated, as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her body shaking and convulsing as if possessed by something otherworldly. He couldn't believe how breathtakingly beautiful she was like this, and how lucky he was to be the one to see her like this, to be the one to give her this kind of pleasure.
Slowly, ever so slowly, her body began to calm, her breathing returning to some form of normal, her muscles relaxing, if only slightly.
Jay kept his fingers buried deep inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench and release around him, feeling her juices coat his hand.
As her orgasm began to subside, Jay slowly pulled his fingers from her pussy, each one popping free from her with an obscene, wet sound.
He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, savoring the taste of her. Liz watched, her chest heaving, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Jay dropped all the faux dominant act, his eyes softening as he looked at her. He knew he had just given her something special, something she would remember for a long time. And he couldn't be fucking prouder.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
With no response from her, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Tell me you're okay, Liz."
Liz opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she reached out to cradle his face in her hands.
All the negative emotions and memories that had been ripped from her mind were still locked away in that lead lined, air tight box, so that meant there were no emotions to temper or tarnish this moment. It was pure, and raw, and uncensored.
It was a safe space.
And so, Liz held nothing back.
She began to ugly cry cry, her breath hitching, her chest heaving with great sobs that shook her whole body.
She clung to him like a lifeline, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if she was afraid he might slip away.
She didn't have the words to express what she was feeling, so she just held on to him and cried.
Jay thought maybe he had missed something, maybe he had fucked up. Maybe he had been too rough, too dominant, too degrading.
But the moment he tried to separate their bodies, he was met with Liz's desperate grip, her fingers digging into his shoulders blindingly hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, preventing him from moving an inch. He couldn't pull away if he wanted to.
He felt content that she didn’t want him to go.
“No, don’t leave,” she cried. “Please, don’t leave me.”
Jay held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her neck. He didn't say anything, he just held her and let her cry. He stroked her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. He kissed her neck, her cheek, her temple, anywhere he could reach.
He knew she needed this, to be held and comforted. He rubbed her back, feeling her body shaking with sobs. He whispered soothing words into her hair, telling her how much he loved her, how sorry he was if he had hurt her.
The idea that Jay blamed himself made Liz sob harder into the crook of his neck. She sniffled and hiccupped in between sobs, her body shivering with the force of her tears.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Jay," she gasped between sobs. "I'm so fucking sorry I didn't do this sooner. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't give you this sooner. I'm so fucking sorry-"
Jay held her tighter, his hands running soothing circles on her back, his lips nuzzling her hair. "Shh, baby, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry for anything," Jay whispered, holding her tighter, his voice soothing and gentle. "I'm just glad you finally let me in, let me see this side of you. I'm glad you trusted me with it. We've been married for five years, and this is the first time you've let me see this side of you."
Jay tried to again separate their bodies to look at her face, but Liz clung to him like a magnet, her fingers digging deeper into his flesh.
"Please don't leave me," she pleaded, her voice hoarse and quivering from the tears and sobs.
Jay held her tighter, his voice firm yet gentle. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm right here. Look at me." He gently turned her head to face him, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.
Liz looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen, her face streaked with tears, her skin flushed from crying and the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Liz, baby, look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me you're okay,” Jay said as he cradled Liz’s face.
“I’m sorry I didn’t let you in sooner, I’m so sorry, I love you, I love you so much,” Liz said between sobs, her tears pouring down her face. “I just didn’t know it was okay to like this, I didn’t know-”
Jay wiped away her tears with his thumbs, his voice tender and reassuring. “Stop apologizing, Liz. It’s okay. It’s more than okay. I love you, and I love this fucking side of you. You’re mine, and I want every part of you. The good, the bad, the dark, the twisted. All of it. You understand me?” Jay whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of Liz’s sobs.
He returned her to the crook of his neck, rocking her gently in his arms, holding her tight.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "I love you so much."
Liz felt like all of her chakras had been broken, removed, rewired, and repurposed. Every single one of her molecules had been rearranged, her atoms had been realigned, and she was no longer the same person she was minutes ago.
She felt like she could float away, she was so light and euphoric.
She pulled back from Jay just enough to look into his eyes, her voice soft and sincere. "I think I might be a little fucked up in the head." Liz whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp as she looked into Jay's eyes, her own gaze filled with a mixture of wonder, awe, and fear.
Jay held her tighter, his air around him going from warm and loving to stern and determined in the blink of an eye. "No. You're not fucked up. This is who you are, who we are together. Don't let anyone ever make you feel like there's something wrong with you. Nothing you asked for is or was wrong. You didn't say, 'hi, I'm Liz and I want you to step on puppies.' You said, 'I want to be fucked like a slut.' That is a very different thing, and we both know that."
Jay’s voice had dropped to a growl, his grip on her tightening as if to emphasize his point. "I'm not going to let you say that about yourself, not again. Do you understand me?" His eyes were burning into hers, his face inches from hers, his voice low and intense.
Liz returned to the crook of his neck, letting tears continue to fall freely while he held her. She felt shattered, like she had survived a storm that she didn't know was coming, and she was grateful to have him to hold onto, to anchor her.
She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as she sought to bring his mouth to hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, a soft pressing of lips, but it quickly deepened as Liz poured all of her pent-up emotions into it.
Broke from the kiss and nestled her eyes in the hollow of his throat. No new tears fell, but she could feel them pooling in her eyes.
She gasped those hysterical, post bawling hiccups, the kind that make your body shake, the kind that make you catch your breath between each one.
Her chest heaved in gasps for air. She was boneless, languid, and entirely spent. The tears had wrung her dry.
Jay's hands moved from her back to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. He held her head to his chest, his lips brushing against her forehead. "It's okay, baby. You're okay. I've got you."
Liz clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she held on to him like a lifeline.
“I love you,” she whispered again, her voice barely more than a rasp.
“I love you too, Liz,” Jay replied, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything in this goddamn world.”
She had a tight grip on his hair, her fingers tangled in the strands, and she was holding on for dear life.
“I’m not letting go,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. “I can’t let go.”
“You don’t have to,” Jay reassured her, his hands stroking her back, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
Finally, Liz pulled away from him, her eyes still red and swollen, but her breathing had returned to normal. She looked up into his eyes, her own gaze filled with a mixture of wonder, awe, and determination.
"I'm not fucked up," she said, her voice stronger now, her chin held high. "I just never knew I could feel like this. I never knew I could be like this. I never knew I could fucking feel like this. I never knew I could be so... free." Liz said softly, her eyes locked onto Jay's, searching for something, anything that might tell her he was still with her, still on her side.
"I need so much more," Liz whispered, her voice hoarse from crying and gasping for air. She looked up at Jay, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "I need you to fuck me, Jay. I need you to fucking fuck me like you meant it. Like you meant every fucking dirty word that came out of your mouth. I-" Liz stopped when she saw Jay suppressing a smirk.
"What?" she asked, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.
"you think I'm going to fuck you after you just cried your fucking eyes out? After I just held you while you sobbed like a fucking baby?" Jay asked, equal parts sly and playful, his eyebrows shooting up, a suppressed smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Liz