Free Re-Awakening by Ashe Barker

choose…aah!” Imogen arched her back sharply as Zack gently squeezed her clit and slid his particular favourite clamp snugly around it, capturing the sensitive tip between the two arms. He leant back, his expression one of admiration.
    “Feel okay? Not too tight?”
    “It’s—wonderful. Quite, quite wonderful. Could you…?”
    “I could indeed.” And his head dipped again as he leaned in to tongue the tip of Imogen’s engorged nub, the sensitive nerve endings now tingling wildly as the blood trapped there heightened all sensation. It was extreme, sensual and superlatively erotic, and Imogen cried out an instant before her climax ripped through her. She simply shattered, her senses scrambling as her body convulsed and shook, and the waves of her ecstasy slid around and through her like a warm caress. Stunned by the sheer physical impact, and by the intensity of emotion overwhelming her, Imogen was unable to prevent the tears streaming down her cheeks. Zack glanced up, saw, and eased her back fully onto the bed before coming to lie alongside her.
    “That good, huh?”
    Imogen could only nod and turned to cling to him, burying her nose against his chest as she sobbed noisily.
    Zack said nothing. He seemed content to lie still and let her emotion spend itself. Only when she quietened and her sobs were reduced to occasional gulps did he unzip his jeans and roll her onto her back again. He reached into his front pocket for the condom before shoving his jeans down and kicking them off. He knelt between Imogen’s legs, splaying them so he could once more admire the pretty little toy still holding her clit proudly aloft. He reached for the oil beside the bed, squirting a generous helping onto his fingers before inserting one, then two into her arse.
    “Still good?” He glanced at her under his eyebrows, caught her brief nod before returning his attention to her unresisting arse. It didn’t take long, and moments later she was ready. Imogen lay still, glowing with anticipation as she listened to the now familiar snap of foil and latex. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands on the backs of her legs pushing slightly to raise her bum up. He thrust hard, burying his cock right to the hilt. Imogen gasped, it was tight and she was fully stretched. Yesterday he took his time. Today he was quick and sure and demanding. He withdrew and plunged back deep, twice, to make sure he had her, then he pushed his knees under her hips and released her legs. Imogen found herself helplessly captured, her thighs spread wide, her clit lifted and displayed, his to play with. And play he did, teasing, stroking, trailing his fingertips across the tip, flicking, strumming, scratching lightly with his thumbnail, pressing hard, rubbing. And she came. Again and again and again, he drew one orgasm after another from her, until her body was limp, spent, utterly exhausted. At last, she could manage no more.
    “Red.” The safe word was more a breath than vocal, but he heard and responded. Leaning over her again, his weight on his forearms and legs, he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
    “My turn now. All right?”
    “Please. Be my guest.”
    Zack chuckled silently at the unintended pun, and proceeded to help himself to a sweet, tight fuck.

Chapter Three
    A month. Four whole, endless weeks, and still no word. He’d promised to be in touch, at least to let her know how his interview went, maybe even come back if he was in the area again. But so far, nothing.
    Imogen thought back to that last morning, that grey, drizzling Monday when she’d set her alarm to be awake by five to make sure she had time to get Zack’s breakfast. They’d had a deal, he’d paid good money for his breakfasts and she intended to offer the best value. He’d pulled her back into bed as she’d tried to leave and told her he preferred cereal as he reached for a condom from the packet he’d dumped on her bedside table. Imogen couldn’t help thinking it was