“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your hands. I want to feel you touching me.”
“Where? Where do you want it?”
“Inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”
He pushed a finger into me with no warning. I gasped and bucked my hips, almost falling off his lap. He wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me seated. I fell forward and pressed my forehead into the crook of his shoulder and inhaled a shaky breath.
He slid the finger out slowly, then pushed back in again, this time adding a second. He continued sliding his fingers in and out, wringing moans from me. I could feel myself pulsing and squeezing around him, could feel the rasp of his fingers against my inner walls. I was squirming and gulping sobbing breaths, so close, too close, but not able to get there.
“You need something, baby?”
“I-I need to—” I stuttered the words, barely able to speak.
“What do you need?”
“I-I need to come.”
“Are you close?”
I nodded my head vigorously. His eyes narrowed, glittering darkly.
“Beg me.”
“W-what?”
“Beg me to let you come.”
My mouth gaped open, but I recovered quickly.
“Please, please make me come.”
“Not good enough.”
“Please! I need it. I need you. I need you to make me come. Please!”
He shushed me by seizing my mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, silencing my pleas. He sped up, fucking me with his fingers faster and faster, too much and not enough at the same time.
“Hold on, baby.”
I squeezed his hips with my thighs and threw my arms around his neck. He removed his hand from my waist and returned to playing with my clit, pressing and rolling and massaging it, giving it to me just like I’d begged him until—
My vision exploded with stars, my orgasm flooding through me, stealing my breath. My nerves sang up and down my body, concentrating between my legs as I throbbed around his fingers.
The pleasure abated, and I slumped down against him, too weak to keep myself upright. He withdrew his fingers and caught me before I fell over, clutching me to his chest.
I lay there panting hard to catch my breath. We were silent for long moments before he spoke.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
