Marty Rayne/Testing Passion

Phaze Publishing

Excerpt from Testing Passion by Marty Rayne
“You all right?” Damien asked leaning over Janet. Her eyes slowly opened and her lips curved into a soft smile.
“More than all right.”
“We aren’t done yet.” He smiled wickedly at her, his mind rushing with all sorts of scenarios. To have to decide on just one was a cruel pleasure. “I want you, Janet. I’ve got to have you now.” His mouth suddenly felt dry. Pulse raced. His emotions were spiking just watching her like this. The sight she made was incredibly erotic.
Janet didn’t verbally respond. Only licked her lips as a fire reignited in her eyes and nodded. That was his go-ahead. Damien stood and held out his hand to her.
“I want you on your hands and knees on the bed again.” He helped her up and over to the other side of the room. His knees were shaking from his yearning and needful cock. He could only imagine what her body was going through.
Snatching a glow-in-the-dark condom from the bedside table, he quickly slipped it on and positioned himself between her legs.
“Beautiful.” His hands lightly caressed her ass cheeks. The feel was silky and enticing. Damien played with the speed to the butt plug still buried within her body and took great enjoyment in the way she wiggled her ass and moaned. She was wet. He could see the moisture gathered around her folds and the opening of her pussy when she lifted her ass higher.
“Close your eyes, Janet.” He spoke softly. “Concentrate on the feel of the toy. How it is stretching you. How it feels when you move around. Remember your reaction to each change of speed.”
He couldn’t see her face from his position, but Damien was sure that she was doing as he instructed. Her breathing grew to become pants and her hips seem to take on a sensual rhythm. He growled and thrust his pelvis, lodging his cock into her pussy with one swift movement. Her slick wetness eased the progress, but she jerked at the motion and gasped.
Damien bit his bottom lip to keep from coming right then as the vibrating toy and the warmth of her body sent delightful jolts of pleasure up his spine. A deep rumble resonated from his throat. He’d never felt such bliss being with a woman as he had the past twenty-four hours. Damien denied the thoughts of losing her companionship, instead focusing on pleasuring her until she’d never forget him.
“Feel good?” Managed to get past through his clenched teeth. He wasn’t sure how long he could actually last at this rate. Quickly, he grabbed the remote to the plug and lowered the power.
Janet grunted, her hair bobbed around her head as she agreed, and lowered the top her body so that she rested on her elbows.
Understanding and taking cue from her actions, Damien pulled out until just his tip was inside before thrusting roughly in. She made a sound that was a cross between a yelp and mewl. Erotic, causing his cock to pulsate.
He did it again, twice more before he pulled her up by the shoulders until her back pressed to his chest. She tightened involuntarily around him.
“Fuck.”
“Yes. Please,” she whimpered. Her fingers were on his hips, nails biting into his flesh.
Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, Damien began pumping in and out of her. Fucking her. Gone was the gentleness as wild, raw need took over. Janet crooned, a song of arousing noises as she came once…twice…three times.
Damien himself fell over the edge of orgasm, crying out her name as he shuddered.
Heaven. This was pure paradise. Nothing could be sweeter as they lay together, his arms wrapped tight around her, cock flaccid and sated. Damien turned off the vibrator in the toy and kissed her neck as silence settled over them.
“You should write a book.” Janet broke the stillness several moments later.
“Really? About what?” He nibbled on the area connecting her neck and shoulder.
“Fifty ways to bring pleasure using a butt plug.”
Damien chuckled. “That was only two ways. I don’t think I’m that creative.”
Janet turned in his arms. “Remember how I said that I test a toy more than once?”
His left eyebrow rose. “Yeah.”
Her lips curved into a smile, the tilt spoke of mischief. “I’m sure we can find enough ways to fill a book.”
He rolled onto his back, right arm flung over his eyes. “You are really going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, but what a way to go.” She licked at his nipple, it extended for her touch.
She was correct. There could be no better way to leave this life than in her arms. If only he had the way to make it so.