His finger goes around my rim. Around and around. Rubbing sparks into the sensitive flesh, while his lips never leave mine.
I cling on to him. I bounce, wriggle and gasp.
His finger changes direction. Swirling around and around the other way. Every lazy circle makes my skin even more sensitive.The sensations are growing and growing. The lube is hot now. Heated by our arousal. Wet, slick and oh so good.
Suddenly, I’m crying out, and my eyes are rolling back. Carlo’s finger has slipped inside me. Penetrating and claiming. It’s a taunt and a tease. Neither wide nor long enough for what I am craving. I need stretch. Burn. To be so full of Carlo that I can barely breathe.
His finger glides in and out of my hole. A cruel mockery of the fucking I’m yearning for. I rock my hips and try to make the most of the sensation. I kiss him with renewed fervor. A hungry pleading in my sloppy kiss.
I moan loudly as he eases a second finger inside me. That’s better. Much better. But still nowhere near enough. My mind is still busy, still swirling and spinning. I want Carlo to make me forget everything. I need the peace I know he can give me.
This is nice though. It is certainly a breakthrough. Carlo is kissing me. I’m sitting on his lap and he is fingering me. He isn’t trying to resist or fight. He is fully participating in what he wants. He is actively taking what he desires.
He has wanted me for years, I know he has. Showing him how good we are together, as well as how perfectly our bodies fit, was the right thing to do. It has shattered his denial. Crumpled his resolve. Now that he has tasted me, he can no longer go without. He knows exactly what he has been missing now, and he is never going to choose to miss it again.
A moan escapes me as Carlo spreads his fingers. Scissoring inside me. Opening me up. Getting me ready for his cock. I can’t wait to take him. I want him deep and hard. For hours and hours. I want my husband to fuck me until I don’t know my name and I can’t walk.
I throw back my head and yell as a third finger stretches me. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. That’s much more like it. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“You love being filled, don’t you? Little menace,” Carlo growls, his voice thick with lust.
I lower my head to meet his dark eyes. “Only by you.”
He grunts. The color on his cheeks deepens, and I swear I see flames ignite in his eyes.
He shoves his three broad fingers deeper into me. I gasp. My thighs tremble. My balls tighten. Oh fuck. I’m so close.
Everything stops. Carlo’s fingers become motionless. Still stretching and stuffing me, but nothing else.
I whine and glare at him.
His eyes are so dark and wide, I can see myself reflected.
“You are coming on my cock and not before,” he declares.
I pout, and thrust my hips. Oh that feels good. I can rock myself on his fingers like this and chase my peak.
Suddenly, a firm, strong hand is on my hip. Holding me still. I look down. Carlo has three fingers inside me and his other hand on my hip, stopping me from moving.
“On my cock, and not before,” Carlo repeats sternly.
My eyes narrow. He is so bossy. I know he likes to take control. I should let him take the lead, but I’m burning with pent-up arousal and lust. My orgasm is so close, I can taste it. Hovering on the edge like this is torture, and I’m too impatient.
With a hiss, I stand up and lift myself off his fingers. I move away from his lap and stand beside the bed instead.
Carlo blinks at me in surprise and confusion.
Before he can gather his thoughts, I act. I move to the end of the bed, grab his ankles and yank him down. He yelps as he finds himself flat on his back.
I jump back onto the bed, and kneel while straddling his waist. He stares up at me with a dazed expression.
I smile sweetly as I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and line it up to my hole. He opens his mouth to saysomething, but his unspoken words turn into a gurgling cry as I sink down onto him.
Oh that’s better. He is sliding in so easily because he opened me up so well. This is bliss. His hot, silken heat is burrowing into me.
My ass cheeks reach his hipbones, and I let out a happy sigh. He said I couldn’t cum until I was on his cock, well now I’m on his cock.
I breathe slowly and carefully. My body needs time to stretch around the intrusion. My guts literally need to rearrange to make room for him. His cock has to carve a passage within me.
