“Ah, so eager. I do admire enthusiasm, but you would do well to learn patience too, little Faith. It’ll be all the better for waiting.” He makes no move to put me out of my misery.
“Maybe, I could, I will. But not right now. Please.” I could remove the rest of my clothing myself, for all the difference it’s making, but I don’t. Ewan is setting the pace here. It’s not the pace I prefer, but I know I’ll succumb to his wishes anyway.
“Definitely. But you’re right, now’s not the time.”
Thank God!He steps behind me and unfastens my bra. The cream lace slithers down my arms and drops onto the carpet. I wait, expecting him to slide my thong away too, but instead he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face the bed.
“I want you to lean forward and open your legs. Arch your back for me.”
I twist to look at him over my shoulder. “What? Why?”
“Humour me, Faith. I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
Still not quite comfortable with this turn of events, I do as he asks. I bend at the waist to place my hands on the end of the bed.
“Further. I want your bum in the air. Lower your upper body more, lean on your elbows.”
I comply, quashing my feelings of self-consciousness as he moves to stand behind me. The scrap of lace is still in place covering most of my pussy, but I feel exposed evenso. I flinch as his palm cups the curve of my right buttock.
“Lovely arse, Faith.”
“Er, thank you. I think.” Usually when I present myself in this manner, at least of late, it has been in expectation of a spanking at Fairlawns. Even then, I don’t feel nearly so exposed, so vulnerable. A spanking is not what Ewan has in mind, I’m certain of that. But his interest in my bum is beyond doubt.
He caresses my bottom, using both his hands to ease the cheeks apart. The narrow strip of lace between my buttocks slips to one side and I know he’s looking at my rear hole. I shift on my feet, embarrassed to the core.
“Ewan…?”
“Hush, love. Let me look at you. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know, but…” My words come to an abrupt end as he pulls the strip of lace fully aside to reveal my pussy.
“Mmm, so wet. Glistening.”
He trails his fingertip around the outline of my inner lips. I gasp, clenching.
“You like that?”
“Yes, I fucking like that. Ewan, stop teasing me. You know what I want.”
“I know you want me to fuck you. You said so. You didn’t tell me you wanted this…” He slides two fingers inside me. I let out a low, keening moan. “…but I think perhaps you do. Am I right?”
“Yes.” I grind my teeth together.
“So, shall I continue then?”
“Yes.”
“Manners, Faith. Say please.” He adds a third finger, then stops.
My cunt is full, stretched, but his motionless digits deliver frustration rather than delight. I writhe and clench around him. “Ewan, stop this. I need to come.”
“Then say please.”
“Please. Please, please,please!”
My compliance is rewarded with several sharp, well-directed thrusts, each one making exquisite contact with my G-spot. He shifts his stance a little and reaches around me with his other hand to lay the pad of his index finger over my clit. He rubs, his touch light at first, then firming his strokes as I gasp and start to gyrate my hips.
“You want more, little Faith.”
