And what I want too.

I thrust up at Carla as she leaned back, pressing herself down on me as deeply as possible.

"I can feel it..." She panted, her hand pushing mine out of the way and settling onto my lower stomach. She gently rubbed me, in the spot almost directly analogous to where I had just been pleasuring her. "Right here..." She slid her hand up to rub at my lower stomach, right below the belly button.

I groaned as the warmth of her hand settled into my belly. I felt the last vestiges of my resistance to the pleasure fading away, as a warmth began to grow behind my eyes. Shit... ow... it was starting to hurt actually. I could see the veins in my vision, and soft sparks in my sight as the room seemed to fade to where Carla was bouncing on me. Fuck I was...

"YES, Come inside me..." Carla moaned as she slammed her hips down on my cock as it convulsed. IT hurt actually, behind my eyes and in my forehead as I felt it wash over me, again and again. Dammit this REALLY hurt, I winced as the headache began to throb behind my eyes.

"Brent?" Carla gasped at me, noticing my sudden change in attitude. "What's wrong?" She slowed her movements and I felt both another burst of come spurt from my cock, along with another throb of agony through my head.

"OOWWWWWW...." My fingers came up to press against my forehead. It felt like a sadistic little gnome was in my head, hammering away at my skull. This was... oww... ok, this hadn't happened in a long time. Course, I hadn't had sex this much in a LONG time. How many times over the week had I...

"Headache?" Carla slipped off me gently. She dipped her shoulder, her arms coming around me in a tight embrace. "Shhhh... how much water have you been drinking?"

"Huh?" I mumbled trying to ignore the pounding in my head.

"Water, Brent... how much?" She asked again, her hand wiping a bit of sweat from my forehead, It felt better now, but it had almost ruined the feel of the orgasm. Not that I minded the sex but... OWWWW.

"I don't remember," I grimaced again. The pick was gone, at least, but the little bastard had switched to a wooden hammer.

"You should... as soon as you can, drink some more," Carla admonished me, her breath coming softer and easier now. "Again, something we need to address with rules."

"Fuck the rules, I already have a headache," I grimaced. There it was now. Lessening again. Water, right... Soon as I got up.

"Don't move..." Carla leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. She raised herself off of me, and my cock fell free of her with a flop and lay against my stomach, throbbing softly. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on breathing as I felt her clamber off the bed. The soft sound of her footsteps into the bathroom and the sound of a faucet turning on greeted my ears, followed by her feet again, and the sensation of her weight settling onto the bed.

"Sit up slow Brent," Carla admonished me, pressing something into my hand. The small tablets were easily recognizable as aspirin, and I followed her advice, leaning forward and wincing at the quick pound of blood into my head. The aspirin tasted horrible, as always, but the glass of water that Carla pressed into my hand followed by the soft rub at my shoulders helped quite a bit.

"There we go..." Carla comforted me as the sweat eased. Damn, this water tasted way too good, I noted. Fuck, Ok, maybe Carla does know what she's talking about. The pain began to ease in waves. It would strike, then fade away. Each stroke of blood to my forehead seemed less, and the feeling of Carla's breasts pressing into my back and her hands stroking at my shoulders brought me no end of relief.

"Ok... so rules..." I breathed out as the last vestiges of pain left my head.

"Maybe I should get a few more aspirin," Carla joked, running her cheek along the back of my neck. "Ok, lay down with me, and we'll talk about it."