Birdee
I could feel his cock, hard and hot, splitting my seam.
My wetness coated him where he touched me, and it took everything I had not to rock against him and urge him on.
I had a feeling that he was hanging on by a thread, and I didn’t want to push him too hard.
He would be devastated if he lost control.
And I wanted him to never regret this—what we were about to share.
However, I was dying.
I needed him to touch me in the worst way.
“Justin.” I sounded breathy, even to my own ears. “Touch me.”
He froze.
“Please,” I begged. “Touch me. Put your cock in me. I don’t care, but do something. I ache.”
He growled. “I can’t push inside of you yet.”
I groaned.
“Not that I don’t want you, but I want this to be good for you. I’m not fucking you without at least preparing you first.”
“Then for God’s sake,” I groaned. “Prepare me!”
He laughed. “Bloodthirsty. I like it.”
I liked it even more when his fingers smoothed around my hip to touch me between my legs.
“Sit up a bit,” he urged.
When I went to take my torso off of him, he held me firmly in place. “Not your chest. Your hips.”
I understood and closed my legs slightly to pull myself off of his thighs, allowing him access to…
“Oh,” I breathed when his fingers slid through my wetness. “Yes.”
His thumb circled my clit while two fingers slowly delved inside of me. Not deep or hard, but just enough to give me the feeling of having something there. Something inside of myself that wasn’t plastic, and wasn’t my fingers.
It was the oddest, yet most exciting feeling I’d ever encountered in my life.
And way more pleasurable than when I did it myself.
His fingers were just barely breaching me, but I was already writhing on top of him as my body begged for more.
“Put that bad arm up on the couch and don’t move it,” he urged.
I did, placing it right by his head. The other one I buried into his hair.
My forehead came down to rest against his, and my eyes scanned down the length of my body to snag on his engorged cock.
It was pulsing, hard, and thick.
There was a bead of precum at the tip, and as I watched, it slid down the thick head of him and slipped down his length until it met my curls.
