Multi-Orgasmic Vol 2

One Plus One-2

She cringed against the wall as he retrieved the key card, then effortlessly used it to unlock her door. He held it open for her. “There. Now, about that nightcap. If the offer is still on the table, I’d be delighted to accept.”

“Y-you would?” Her eyes widened, and relief flooded her body.

“Yes. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t know. I just... I’m not good at this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing is this, exactly? I want to make sure we’re on the same page here, so there are no misunderstandings.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but just then the other lift arrived and disgorged a group of people who turned and made their way in Jayne and Clive’s direction. “Can we... discuss this inside? In private?”

“Of course. After you.” He continued holding the door as she entered the room, then followed her in and closed the door behind them.

She hurried over to the sideboard, then swore as a thought occurred to her. She’d only brought one glass with her! Letting out a heavy sigh, she turned and gasped when she saw how close Clive was. “S-sorry, I just realised I’ve only got one glass. Obviously,” she added in a tone thick with sarcasm, “why the hell would I need two? Plain Jayne, super freak.”

“Hey,” Clive snapped, taking a step towards her. “Stop that right now. You are not plain, nor are you a freak. Let me go and get one of the glasses from the bathroom. You open the wine. All right?”

She nodded sheepishly and, this time as she watched him walk away, her reasons for calling him back and inviting him in for a nightcap became clear. Whether he was available or not, simply spending time in his company wasn’t wrong. And, for her, since spending time in anyone’s company was such a rarity, even wanting to, that when she’d discovered how safe and secure Clive made her feel, it would have been even stupider if she hadn’t called him back. He was a sweet, caring man, and chatting with him was vastly preferable to spending the rest of the evening alone—something she’d never been able to say before.

It was a no-brainer.

With that revelation, she turned and set about opening the wine and pouring a glass. By the time she’d done that, Clive had reappeared with the other glass—albeit a plastic tumbler, rather than the proper wine glass she’d brought with her—and brandished it with a smirk. “I’m ready for my nightcap.”

Jayne filled Clive’s glass, and they walked over and sat on the end of her bed. “So,” she began, leaping in before her newfound courage deserted her, “that private conversation we were going to have... about the thing. I mean...” She stopped, blew out a frustrated breath, then took a sip of wine. You’ve got this far. Go on! “Clive, are you single?”

His response was a surprised splutter. He held his free hand over his mouth for a moment before responding, “Sorry, you took me by surprise there. I like this direct side of you. Yes, I’m single. Are you?”

Her instinct was to give a sarcastic response, but he didn’t deserve her self-aimed ire, so she simply replied, “Yes. So... are we on the same page?”

Raising his eyebrows, he took a sip of his own wine and swallowed. Then, “Depends what page you’re on. My page is that I like you. I find you extremely attractive and, providing you’re okay with it, I’d very much like to kiss you. I’ve wanted to do it since our university days, but had no idea how to broach the subject without freaking you out.”

“Then,” she said quietly, “I guess we’re most definitely on the same page.” Taken over by that brave part of her she hadn’t known existed until recently, she carefully removed Clive’s glass from his hand and took it, along with hers, and placed them on the sideboard. Then she returned to her perch on the end of the bed. In the back of her mind she was shocked she wasn’t panicking about Clive’s proximity, but the rest of her brain was more concerned with getting closer still.

As though he read her mind, Clive scooted over so the sides of their thighs were touching. His eyes full of intensity, he asked, “Are you sure about this, Jayne? We’ve technically known each other a very long time, but we also don’t know each other very well. I don’t—”

She pressed her fingertips to his lips to shush him. “I want this. And I’m f*****g delighted about wanting it. I feel normal for the first time in forever. I want to embrace that feeling, run with it, not pick it apart and wonder about it.”

He gently removed her hand from his mouth. His lips were quirked in a half-smile. “Fair enough. But can I just ask one question?”

“Yes.”

His eyes glinted with mischief. “As well as feeling normal... do you feel horny?”

The bark of laughter escaped before she’d had chance to think about it. “Yes, I do. What are you going to do about it?”

“This.” Suddenly serious, he cupped her cheek, then leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

Jayne was overwhelmed with sensations. The sensual warmth of his lips against hers, his hand on her face, his tongue peeking out to explore her mouth. Add to that the scent of his cologne and the hormones whizzing around her body, and she was in danger of meltdown. She’d given up hope of ever losing her virginity, much less to a man she really liked.

Hoping Clive wouldn’t be able to tell she had no idea what she was doing, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He responded with a growl from deep in his throat, which ramped up the dull ache between her legs. When he cupped her breast, she let out a sound of her own, something between a growl and a purr. It spurred Clive on, and he began to gently squeeze and caress her breast as their kiss grew more frantic. Their tongues entwined and danced together, and before long Jayne was so overcome with need that when Clive pushed her back on the mattress, she didn’t bat an eyelid—figuratively or literally.

They continued kissing and touching each other, breaking apart every now and again to remove an item of clothing. When there was only underwear left, Jayne paused. “Clive? Do you... I mean, I don’t—”

“Relax. You know earlier, when I said ‘I’ve got you’? It counts here, too. I have protection, don’t worry. So just you lie back and—”

“Think of England?”

“You’d better bloody not!” he said indignantly, eyes flashing. “In fact, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to think at all.”

Her tummy fluttered. “I like the sound of that.”

Smiling now, Clive ditched his boxer shorts, then retrieved a condom from his wallet. After getting back on the bed, he pressed the package into Jayne’s hand and moved in for a kiss, murmuring, “See? I’ve got you.”

Scorching heat blazed where their skin contacted. She moaned against his lips, then gently pushed him away, her chest heaving as she fought to breathe. “Can we... now... please?”

“There’s no rush, is there?” His brow furrowed.

“Yes... this time,” she murmured, the scorching heat now blazing on her cheeks.

Realisation dawned on Clive’s face, followed by hesitation, and finally, a gentle happiness. “Your wish is my command. But—”

“Yes, Clive, I’m bloody sure!” she exclaimed, smiling. Why wouldn’t she be sure? It was a cliché, but in this case, literally nobody had ever made her feel this way before—physically, emotionally, mentally. She was about to do something that should have been terrifying, and yet all she felt was eagerness, delight.

Need.

“Can I... see you properly, Jayne?” He nodded down at her body, still in knickers and bra.

Wordlessly, she removed the bra and knickers and threw them on the floor.

Clive looked her up and down, his eyes darkening with lust. “f*****g hell, you’re so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her grin reached from ear to ear. “And I’m the luckiest woman. Now make love to me, please.”

His response was to position himself between her legs. With one hand he fisted his rigid c**k, and with the other he stroked her p***y. Finding her wet and ready, he raised his eyebrows. “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly get any sexier. Gimme that condom, gorgeous.”

She complied. He made short but careful work of putting it on. Juices seeped from her p***y as she watched him. God, this was really happening! With Clive bloody Woodward!

Jayne smiled up at him as he climbed on top of her, bracing his weight on his arms before reaching down and positioning himself against her entrance. He pressed a brief but heartfelt kiss to her lips. “I’ll take it slow. If you want me to stop, please, please say so. I’ve got you.”

Want him to stop? Was he mad? She was on the cusp of losing her virginity to a man she adored. Even if it was a one-night stand, it would still be the best thing that had ever happened to her. But somehow, she suspected it wouldn’t be.

She nodded, and he moved. Maddeningly slowly, he pushed inside, her wetness easing his passage. She gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight as tiny bolts of lightning zigzagged through her. Oh my God, there’s nothing normal about this. It’s f*****g incredible!

As she’d expected—she was a virgin, not a moron—there was a miniscule pinch of discomfort, and then he was in, sliding in, and Christ, he felt good. Amazing. She groaned and gripped his firm buttocks, pulling him harder into her.

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. He just gave her what she wanted—more. After a couple of long, slow thrusts, he steadily picked up the pace until they were frenziedly rutting, like animals, their cries spilling into the room.

Her pleasure built and built, spiralling ever higher until she teetered on the very edge of c****x. “Clive, I’m going to come soon... are you?”

Without faltering in his thrusts, he nodded. “I’ve been holding on!”

“Well... ahh... you only need to hold on... a second... longer!” Her breath was stolen from her as her o****m hit. She bucked and swore and moaned, the sensation of her internal walls gripping Clive’s thick c**k the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced.

Somewhere in the dizzying heights of bliss, she was aware of Clive coming with a shout. Together they were overwhelmed by pleasure, and together, they came back down to earth. But there was no bump, especially not when Clive’s first post-c****x words, slightly slurred, were, “So does this mean you’re willing to date me, Jayne? Because one taste of you, mind-blowing as it was, is nowhere near enough.”

“You’re joking, right?” she quipped. “Now I’ve got you, I have no intention of letting you go. I can’t promise I’ll be easy to be with, mind.”

“That’s all right, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

She smiled and kissed his sweat-damp forehead. “I know.”