“Yeah?” I asked, overwhelmed by the combination of conversation and sensation from his fingers.
“You like being called a good girl? Or a slut?” he rasped out in my ear. Goosebumps flared down my arms.
“Both,” I whined, grinding my hips against his fingers. “Either. Nick, please.”
He gave a low chuckle. “I never imagined you’d be this needy, Annie.” His finger split me, sliding through my wetness. “Here I was thinking I was the one who needed you. But you’re just as bad of a slut for me.”
“Maybe we need each other,” I sighed.
I heard the smile as he breathed into my neck, his stubble scratching me. “I think you might be right about that, Annabelle. Does this feel good?”
His fingers moved faster around my clit, teasing me just right while his pajama-clad erection pressed into my ass. “Yeah,” was my whine.
“Can’t wait for the day I fill this little pussy with my cock.”
“You can do it now,” I blurted out.
Another raspy laugh. “Nah, you’re going to have to work for it.”
“Me? These are your lessons, Nick.” I gulped for air after getting out such a coherent sentence. I reached for his hand and moved it lower. He pressed two fingers at my entrance.
“This what you’re wanting, angel? Something to make you feel full?”
“Yes.”
His fingers rocked into me, devastatingly slowly. “Let’s see if I can do that little trick you taught me.”
His thumb flicked over my clit in rhythm with his fingers pumping in and out of me. I moaned out his name and added my own hip movements to his hand’s working. I reached behind me and shoved his pants and underwear down, moving his cock between my ass cheeks. I gave my hand a lick and rubbed it over his length.
Another low rumble from him. “I’ve got another idea.”
“Do it,” I said, no hesitation. I heard Nick spit, the moisture rolling down my ass crack as his cock spread it around.
“There. Now you don’t have to reach behind your back,” he said as he continued thrusting himself along my cheeks.
Was he as skilled as other lovers I’d had? Not exactly. But he got an A+ in the enthusiasm and creativity categories. And those are very hot categories.
“Both your hands,” I gasped. “One on my clit and one inside.”
He moved like I asked. “This it, baby?”
My fingers dug into his countertops, shoving my ass farther back as he slid his cock between my cheeks.
“Nick, now,” I whined, my legs starting to shake. “Don’t stop.”
He growled in my ear. “I’m about to come all over your ass.”
And that was what sealed the deal. I shouted, God only knows what, and went limp in his arms as he moaned out his own release, the wet spurts of it hitting my lower back.
“You were just so wet,” he breathed. “It’s so fucking hot, Annie.”
“I’m still shaking,” I laughed.
He wiped my shirt over the mess he made and turned me around, propping me on the counter so he could kiss me. Sweat beaded his brow and every part of me felt wrung out. He tracedhis thumbs over my pussy lips, shaking his head. “You know, I haven’t seen a ton of these, but I feel like yours is extra pretty.”
I grinned, blushing. “Thanks, bub. I’m fond of what you’ve got down there too.”
“Oh, thanks,” he said with a little smirk. “So slut or good girl, huh? The guys told me some girls are into that and I didn’t believe them. I was afraid I’d offend you.”
