I slide one finger inside her and she’s so tight and hot and wet that I’m fully hard again, my cock pressed painfully against the mattress, and every instinct in my body is screaming at me to climb up her body and bury myself inside her. But not yet. I want her desperate first.
“More.” She’s panting now, her hips rocking against my face, trying to fuck herself on my finger. “I need more, please, I can take it?—“
“I know you can.” I add a second finger and she clenches around me so tight it makes me groan. “You took my cock down your throat so well. I know you can take whatever I give you.”
She moans at my words, her walls fluttering around my fingers. She likes when I talk to her like that. Likes when I’m filthy with her. I curl my fingers forward, searching for that spot, and when I find it she cries out, her back arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head like she’s trying to trap me here forever.
Good. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“There?” I ask, stroking that spot again, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Right there, sweetheart?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop?—“
I add a third finger and she moans louder, her whole body shaking as I stretch her open. I work her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, watching the way her mouth falls open and her eyes squeeze shut and her chest heaves with every raggedbreath. Then I start fucking her with my fingers in earnest, hard and deep, curling them to hit that spot with every stroke.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her clit, letting her feel the vibration of my voice. “You’re doing so good, taking my fingers. Stretching that tight little pussy for my cock.” I lick her clit and she jerks. “Such a good girl.”
I lower my mouth back to her clit and lick faster now, matching the rhythm of my fingers curling inside her. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her thighs are trembling, the way her moans are getting higher and more desperate, the way she’s grinding against my face like she can’t help herself. I want to make her come so hard she sees stars.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Theo, I’m gonna come?—“
“Do it.” I lick her clit hard and curl my fingers at the same time, hitting that spot deep inside her. “Come on my face, Emma. I want to taste it. I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my fingers. Give it to me. Now.”
She breaks apart beneath me with a scream that echoes off the walls of the tiny apartment, her whole body seizing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard I can barely move them. I work her through it, licking gently now, drawing out every wave, feeling her pulse and clench around my fingers as the aftershocks roll through her.
When I finally pull back, my chin is soaked and my fingers are aching and she’s lying there staring at the ceiling like she’s forgotten how to move. Her whole body is still trembling, little aftershocks making her twitch every few seconds.
I wipe my mouth and crawl up her body, settling between her thighs. She can feel how hard I am, pressed right against where she’s still hot and swollen and sensitive, and her breath catches.
“Already?” she whispers, looking down between us with wide eyes.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” I rock my hips against her, dragging my cock through her wetness, coating myself inher, and we both groan. “I could come just from eating your pussy. Just from the taste of you on my tongue. I’ve never—“ I break off, shaking my head. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, her heels digging into my ass. “I need you inside me. Right now. Please, Theo, I need your cock?—“
She reaches over to her nightstand, yanking the drawer open so hard it nearly comes off the rails, and fumbles around until she comes up with a condom. She tears the wrapper with her teeth and I watch her, chest heaving, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
The sight of her like this, flushed and eager, her hair a mess and her lips swollen, does something to me that I can’t explain. I’ve wanted women before. I’ve had good sex before. But I’ve never felt like this, like I might actually die if I don’t get inside her in the next thirty seconds.
“Let me,” she says, and rolls the condom down my length. Her fingers linger, tracing the shape of me through the latex, and then she lies back against the pillows and spreads her thighs wider. The sight of her open and waiting for me, her pussy still glistening from when I made her come, makes my mouth go dry.
“Now,” she says. “I need you inside me.”
I don’t make her say it again.
I settle between her thighs and line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and then I push into her slowly, inch by inch, and every thought in my head evaporates.
She’s so tight. So hot. So fucking perfect that I have to take it slow or I’m going to lose it before I even start. Her walls grip me like a vice, stretching around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is so overwhelming that my arms shake where I’m braced above her. Her mouth falls open and her nails dig into me.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice high and strained. “You’re so big, I?—“
“You can take it.” I push in deeper, watching her face for any sign that I should stop. Her brow is furrowed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, but it’s pleasure on her face, not pain. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Just relax. Let me in.”
She takes a shaky breath and I feel her softening around me, her body opening up, and I slide the rest of the way home with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”
I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, feeling every inch of her drag against me, and then I thrust back in with one smooth stroke. The sound she makes is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I do it again, and again, setting a slow deep rhythm, savoring every sensation, watching her face as pleasure washes over her.
