My voice is muffled on the pillow. I’m drooling. I don’t care.
I groan, low and deep, as he sinks deeper. The hand that was stroking circles on my back grips my shoulder as the other moves slowly, in and out.
I don’t know how long he works at me likethis. Just one finger, for a long time. I allow myself to be greedy, let him take his time.
When he presses in with another, I’m relaxed enough to let my legs fall open wider, my torso sinks more heavily into the mattress.
“Does that feel good?”
“So good.”
He laughs, softly. And somehow I know he isn’t making fun of me.
“More,” I moan.
“Patience.”
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Bored? Are you crazy?”
“Mm,” I hum.
“If only you could see what I’m seeing. You don’t know how hot this is for me.”
I hum again, this time longer, deeper. It transforms into a moan and I bite the pillow, pulling it between my teeth as he hooks two fingers deep inside me.
I growl, pushing back against him. I don’t think I’ve ever growled before.
Gripping the pillow, I slide my hand down my chest and grab myself.
“Impatient.” He tuts.
“How long can you do this to me?”
“All night.”
I whine. “Elias, please.”
“Okay, okay.” He pulls out and I whine again, unearthing my face enough to glare at him.
He catches my lips with a kiss before I can complain.
My eyes get wide when he snatches the condom and tears into it with his teeth.
“This is going to be a stretch, but I’ll go slow, very slow. Do you think you can take it?”
I feel like I’m in a porno. What would a porn star say right now?
“I can take it …”Daddy? No, leave that bit out.
I watch him put the condom on with morbid curiosity. I’ve never seen anyone do this before. They don’t use condoms in porn. I’ve practiced putting one on myself, but not for years. I’ve known for a long time that this is how I want to have sex. Not that I’d never experiment, but this is exactly what I want.
Elias bends and kisses one butt cheek. The action is so sweet, I’m stunned. Then he’s massaging the cheek, running the head of his lubed-up length down my crack. My breath stutters as I try to calmly inhale.
He presses himself against me and then … waits.
“Is something wrong?”
