Endless orgasms

It was chilly Monday night. I went to bed first, curled under the blankets, reading my book, gathering warmth against the chill of the night. He crawled into bed behind me and his foot brushed against my leg. Instinctively I curled away from him, a little surprised yelp escaping me. "Damn, those are cold feet!" I exclaimed.

"Is that a problem?" he asked softly, his tone curling fingers of heat in the pit of my stomach. "Warm them for me," he commanded.

Heat flooded my entire body as I opened my legs to let his frozen feet warm themselves between my thighs. "Oooh, that feels good," he said in his sexy, soft, powerful tone. "Good girl."

Seriously, just this sent so much heat through me that my eyes closed and I couldn't think or focus on my book. I pretended to, but I'm not sure he bought it. He read too for just a few minutes, his cold feet firmly pressed between my warm thighs, moving to warmer spots as he used up all the warmth.

"Good girl," he said again as he removed his warmed feet from me, stroking his hand down my side. "Thank you for warming my feet." He pushed up my night shirt and started kissing my side.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, still pretending to focus on my book. I hadn't flipped a page since he started touching me.

"I love you!" he said.

"Mmm, I love you too," I responded, putting my Nook away, turning over and curling into his arms. I wriggled out of my night shirt to better feel his skin as he wrapped his arms around me.

I thought perhaps we'd just cuddle like that and fall asleep, but he started stroking me gently, from my shoulder to my thigh and back up again, over and over. His fingers eventually found my breast and he started lightly stroking over it too, gently rolling the nipple, whispering words of love to me. Soft sounds of pleasure came from me, and I was just starting to think "Mmm, vanilla really isn't bad at all," when he drew his hand back and slapped my breast hard. I inhaled sharply.

"Weren't expecting that, were you?" he asked as he did it again. "Mine," he said firmly, slapping my breast once more and then tugging on my nipple, eliciting a different kind of gasp from me.

His hand moved down, nudging my thighs apart and finding me soaked. He slipped some fingers inside me, pressed against my g-spot, which felt incredible and made me arch against him. He kept alternating pressing against my g-spot with rubbing my clit, and I just clung to him and panted.

He brought me to orgasm, then again, and again, as the spasms overtook me in the curve of his arm. I was practically screaming, and he kept saying things about enjoying watching me squirm for him, make noises for him, that he'd stop when he was ready and I wasn't going to get away from him, whenever I tried to pull away a little, to recover from the intensity.

I lost count of the orgasms, but one made my leg vibrate next to his, and he pulled me even closer. "Oh yeah. I like my vibrating sex toy," he whispered directly into my ear as I shook and cried out in his arms.

Brain on fire. Nothing else registered except waves and waves of pleasure.

When he finally let me go, I provided him his own release with my mouth.

It's such a shame I can't give him endless orgasms.