We are so closely joined together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat, that I can tell immediately when awareness once again suffuses the slender frame clasped in my arms.

"Mmm." Inhaling deeply, she stretches with care, straightening herself into full extension from her toes up through the spreading reach of her fingers toward the headboard, then relaxing to fit exactly into the sheltering curve of my body. "Hey, Delphine?"

"Yes, Cosima?"

"Archer was wrong. You are totally the Pelé of anal."

Unable to keep from giggling, I kiss her temple, smiling against the superbly tender skin. "How do you feel, chérie?"

"You know, it's the strangest thing. I feel exactly like a really hot chick shoved her ginormous cock up my ass and made me come so hard I passed out."

I slide a hand up the flat plain of her belly to cup one breast and tweak her nipple. "Brat."

"Hey!"

"Sorry."

"You don't sound the least bit sorry. There is, like, not even a nanoparticle of sorry in your voice. Matter of fact, you sound as though you might be just a little too pleased with yourself."

"Maybe I am. Besides, I seem to remember that you were the one who practically demanded that I — "

She cranes her head around to stop my mouth with a kiss. We indulge in the unspoken communion of the gentle contact until the strain in her neck forces her to break away. I nuzzle into her shoulder, breathing in the exhilarating amalgam of scents and sprinkling tiny kisses over any skin within reach.

Every slightest movement makes her ass clutch around me, reminding me how acutely sensitive I am right now. I sweep aside her dreads and kiss my way across the back of her neck, tickling my lips by brushing them over the tiny fine curling tendrils springing along her hairline. "Raise your leg," I whisper in her ear.

Obligingly she bends her upper leg toward her chest, opening the split of her sex to my explorations. Reaching for the bottle on the nightstand, I squirt lube over my fingers and return them to her clit, making her exhale with cooing sounds of pleasure as I circle and stroke and flick the plump turgid little bundle.

In no time at all she is squirming and writhing on the thick spike of my cock. When I am absolutely sure her ass is still warm and pliable, I begin pulsing shallowly in and out of her in deliberate, short strokes that provoke deliciously clenching jolts through her body with every change in direction and tug at her ring. Every small inadvertent spasm, every sound she makes, every sight and feel of her response to me ratchets my own arousal higher and higher.

Trapping her swollen clit in the vee of two fingers and pumping it firmly and steadily, soon she is sobbing and gasping and moaning, her hips grinding against me as much as the limited range of motion in her current position allows. Her ass squeezes and milks my cock in time with my thrusts until I have to fight to control the urgency building within me, shuddering with the effort it takes not to give in to the barely restrained ferocity in my body.

"Delphine!"

Instantly I freeze, trying not to move even though every fiber of my being is desperately crying out for release. "What is it, chérie? Did I hurt you? Do you need me to pull out?"

"Fuck, no!" Cosima laughs shortly, a rusty grating sound filtered through the turmoil of her breath. "But I want to be able to see your face when you finally come in my ass."

I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Turn us over, babe. I'll take care of the rest."

At her indication, I lever us over onto our backs. Panting, she manages to sit upright, making us both groan at the shift in pressure. Carefully, with a series of smoothly controlled moves worthy of an Olympic gymnast, she pivots on my cock and at the same time swings her legs around so that she winds up straddling me, balancing as lightly and easily as an expert equestrian on her mount.

I have to laugh at the triumphant expression on her face. "Is that something they teach in the advanced yoga classes?"'

"In my special brand of yoga, they do. Besides," she smiles as she bends to brush a kiss over my lips, then returns to her post, "you shouldn't have to do all the work around here." As her hips begin to rock, I steady her with my hands at the narrow taper of her waist, moving with her, small thrusts and circles that grind the base of my cock into my aching sex.

Sweat breaks out over both of us, running down her flanks, pooling over my chest and belly. She draws up her knees until they are parallel to my torso. Slowly she leans back onto her hands, positioning herself so that I can see the beautiful lines of her body, the enticing swaying of her breasts, the rippling of her abdominal muscles, the unimaginably erotic vision of my cock's thick length slipping in and out of her tight little opening.

Arching into her, straining with arousal, I return my fingers to the scarlet swell of her clit, making her cry out hoarsely. Rolling and swiveling her hips in a series of sinuous curves as she meets each stroke, her arms start to quiver as I find a deep urgent rhythm inside her. Panting raggedly, I answer each bewitching motion with the continual pistoning of my hips, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my chest in time with our raw coupling.

I feel her tighten around me, jerking out of control. Tension builds exponentially in my pouring, grasping cunt and trapped clit, the knotting in my belly giving vent to itself as a low howl as great wrenching shudders tear through her. Shrieking, she convulses, rocking back and forth, her ass gripping me so tightly that at times I cannot move. A litany of incoherent sounds tears from my throat when my unbelievably swollen clit shatters against the base of my cock and I come so violently inside her that I am temporarily blinded by a red haze that descends over my vision.

She collapses forward on top of me, clutching and trembling, her breath hot and harsh against my neck. "Holy fucking shit, Dr. Cormier."

My hands shake as I wrap my arms tightly around her, the intense paroxysms wringing through her body matching mine. Gasping raggedly, I kiss her, taking solace and sustenance from her mouth. The scent of sweat and sex surrounds us in an intoxicating miasma for long minutes as breath and pulse gradually slow to normal and we return to ourselves, twitching and shivering with the aftermath of pleasure all the while.

"Cosima?"

"Mmhmm?"

"I really should check to make sure you're all right. I may have been a little too rough with you."

"Don't wanna. Too fucked out to move. And I loved every second of it." She tucks her head into the bend of my neck. "Can't we just stay like this?"

Softly I kiss her forehead. "You would regret it in an hour or so, and then I'd have to call 911, and then EMS would have to use the Jaws of Life to separate us, and then we would probably wind up all over FaceBook and Instagram, and — "

"All right, all right, you win." Tipping up her head, she kisses me, grinning naughtily. "But only because in about a minute I'm going to have to fart like a constipated Holstein."

I start to giggle. "It's okay, you know, I don't mind."

"Trust me, you are not prepared for a Dutch oven of this magnitude. When the new studies come out about how a sudden increase in atmospheric methane is causing accelerated depletion of the ozone layer, they'll be able to track it to this fart. I mean, no shit, I'm seriously afraid of causing an explosion with all these candles in here."

Laughing helplessly, I roll us to one side, then cautiously pull out, her ass clinging greedily to me one last time before finally letting go. "Va t'en, petite peste." I give her a playful swat across her buttocks, making her squeal with outrage and laughter. Sticking out her tongue at me, she tumbles from the bed and skips bouncily out of the room and down the hall.

Moving in a much more leisurely manner, I stand and stretch, giggling to myself as my cock bobs and sways with the movement. I strip off the condom and toss it into the trash after verifying that there is no trace of blood or really anything other than lube. Unbuckling my harness, I rub absently at the dark red marks left behind on my skin.

In the bathroom, I remove the fat purple-streaked dildo from the harness so I can clean it thoroughly. Wiping down the soft leather straps with a damp cloth, I hang it from a hook to dry. I wash and moisturize my face, then brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. After a quick pass of a wet washcloth under my arms and between my legs — what my best friend Sophie used to call a whore's bath, I recall fondly — I head back to the bedroom, dimming my lamp and extinguishing candles on the nightstands and dressers.

Briefly I survey the wreck of the bed and decide that we will spend a much more comfortable and pleasant night if we don't have to try to avoid puddles of lube and who-knows-what-else. I fold and set aside the duvet and the pillows, then pull off the sheets, replacing them with fresh ones from the linen closet. After fluffing our pillows and shaking out and repositioning the duvet, I take the pile of dirty sheets down to the laundry room and drop them into the washer to soak overnight.

By the time I return, Cosima has already tucked herself in, looking tiny and lost in the vast expanse of the bed. I slide under the covers, turn off the lamp, then wait for her to scoot over and snuggle into her place at my side. Wrapping my arm around her, I press a kiss to her temple, inhaling the scent of her hair and the faint traces of her lavender soap. "Everything okay, chérie? No pain, no bleeding?"

She shakes her head. " 'm fine. Even Edna finally decided to settle down." Soft lips languidly explore the sensitive spots at my neck and throat. "I feel fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing."

"I have a very inspiring partner in crime."

"Long as I inspire you to keep doing rude and vile things to me, I'll be happy to plead guilty as charged and throw myself on the lack of mercy of the court, Your Honor."

"Incorrigible reprobate." Trailing the tips of my nails up and down her back, I smile against her skin. "You're going to be sore tomorrow."

"Totally worth it," she mumbles, burrowing closer. Before long she is snoring softly, her small body growing heavily slack against me.

Yes, you are, I think as I drift off to sleep.

Next chapter: just a very lazy, very domestic Sunday. With smut, of course. And pancakes.