“Only for you.” I’ve never been this wet.
“Fuck my fingers.” He encourages me to move up and down, before inserting another, all the way up to his knuckle, stretching me in pleasurable ways.
Lazily, he moves them in and out of my body at the same time I rock into him. “Tell me what you like,” he prompts, his voice strained and full of longing.
“So, I... uh.” I pause for a few seconds because what he’s doing to me feels so personal, and I feel exposed—completely vulnerable under his control. We’re not just breaking the boundary that was set between us; we’re shattering it entirely, blowing it to pieces. “I like what you’re doing to me right now,” I finally say.
He curves his fingers as if beckoning me to come, rubbing my inner walls, reaching a spot so deep that nothing has ever felt like this.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
I close my mouth and let out a soft hum. “Mmm.”
“I need words, beautiful.”
“Yes.”
“Do you like this?” he asks, pressing his thumb on my clit and rubbing it gently as he stares deep into my eyes.
“Yes, yes, I do.” I bite my lip to stifle a groan and close my eyes when he does something with his fingers inside of me again, rubbing against an area that has me begging for more. “Keep doing that.”
“Look at me,” he commands.
I snap my eyes open to find his eyes locked on me. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I pant, hoping he keeps doing it.
He pushes another finger inside me, making my eyes roll, and my hips take on a life of their own, working me into a frenzy, anticipation rushing through me.
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m going to…” The intensity keeps building, and I rock my hips much faster this time; there’s no way I can talk right now.
“You look beautiful and so sexy. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
He throws me a wicked grin that makes him look devilishly handsome. “Now fuck yourself on my fingers and don’t take your eyes off me. Understand?” Leon wraps his hand around the back of my neck, holding my forehead firmly against his.
“Yes.” I lay my hands on his shoulders to give me more leverage and rock back and forth as his fingers continue to rubmy inner walls with expert precision, as if pouring gasoline on the fire that feels like it’s burning through my body.
He speeds up, pistoning his fingers in sync with my thrusts as we move together.
My adrenaline rises, my heartbeat doing the same at the connection I feel to him. The way he wants to take care of me has my clit throbbing so hard it’s as if it has its own heartbeat.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises. “I’m so hard for you.”
“Leon.” I cry out when he tells me what I do to him. Keeping my eyes locked on him, his pupils darken, turning the color of a forest on a storm-filled day. His jaw clenches tightly as if he’s trying to restrain himself from kissing me, which I wish he would.
Rubbing my clit much harder and faster now, he keeps saying things to me that have my orgasm coiling in my spine, my pussy throbbing with need. “I want to be so deep inside your tight pussy, I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name.”
No one has ever talked dirty to me before; this is what was missing, or maybe it was him that was missing.
“Yes,” I agree. I want that. The intensity of my orgasm climbs in my core as he continues to hit every sweet spot I didn’t know I had until he found them. Undulating my hips in waves at a desperate speed because any minute now, I think I’m going to come. I need to, I can’t take any more as desire sizzles, making my skin heat from the pressure of him filling my pussy with his thick digits.
“Your body is mine, Erika.”
It’s always been his. I know this now. I nod, our foreheads still kissing each other, my mouth open wide.
