“I shouldn’t have…” He trailed off when he saw the crease between my eyebrows. “You don’t think I did anything wrong.”
“No. Why do you?”
He let out a harsh breath, but didn’t reply.
His ex.
She was the answer.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, so how about you just assume that I’m loving all of it unless I say otherwise?” I suggested.
His fingers curled against my clit a little tighter in response.
“Ohh, fuck me,” I breathed, turning back to the car and dropping my head against the seat I was still bent over.
“I should wait until we’re back at my place.”
“Should you?”
He growled. “Yeah.”
I cried out in pleasure as he filled me slowly with one of his thick fingers. The stretch was real. It had been ages since I was with someone, and the vibrator I liked was external only.
“You’re not ready to take me, anyway.”
“Sure I am,” I panted.
“You can barely handle my finger right now, Sweetheart.”
I was tight. I knew that. Previous partners had both loved and hated it. So had I. “I can stretch.”
“Slowly.”
“Not that slo—oh, fuck,” I hissed, as he found my g-spot with his knuckle. “You’re really good at that.”
He chuckled darkly. “I know.”
It sounded like there was a story behind that, but I obviously wasn’t in the right mindset to ask.
“I can take you,” I moaned, seeing stars as he stroked my g-spot just slowly enough not to make me come.
“I’ll get you there.”
I came on his hand, my cries growing louder.
The sound my body made when he slid out of me was deliciously obscene.
Two of his fingers pressed against my entrance. “You ready?”
“Mmhm.”
He slowly filled me with both of them.
I had to focus on breathing through the burn. Reaching back, I wrapped my hand around his erection through his sweats.
“What are you doing, Emmy?” His growl made me shiver.
“I want you to feel good too.”
