“Because I want to make it last, red. I can’t orgasm the entire night like you do, so I have to pace myself.”
She pouts, tempting me with the fullness of her lips. “You know, you don’t have to make me orgasm all night. We could be more reasonable.”
I chuckle, and her eyes flutter—probably because that feels great inside her. “With you, reason goes out the window. All I want is to feel your cunt come over and over around my cock.”
“It’s a good thing you’re great at making it happen, then.”
She bends over, answering my earlier thought, and steals my breath with a longing kiss. We’re still in the middle of it when she resumes her writhing, and I move in unison with her, thrusting upward.
My hands explore her body with greed, filling up with every part of her I can reach. I wish I had more so I could appreciate it all at once, playing with her nipples, fondling her arse, and guiding her hips simultaneously.
“Do you trust me, love?” I rasp into her ear, giving her a rougher shove and groping the roundness of her behind.
“Yes.”
With the tip of my index, I graze the plumpness of her lower lip, following its outline before I push my finger in. Although the gesture surprises her at first, she quickly adjusts and sucks it in, her cheeks hollowed while her tongue swirls and licks. Because I can’t help myself, I thrust it in and out, mirroring what’s going on between us. She almost looks disappointed when I pull my spit-coated finger out of her mouth, so, I distract her by cupping her breast. When my glistening index presses against her tight hole, she lets out a strangled protest.
“It won’t hurt, sweetheart,” I promise.
With her hands on each side of me, she pushes herself up enough to meet my eyes. I’d never force her to do something she doesn’t want, but I know she’s curious about this, desirous to know what it feels like. The wet fingertip is drawing small circles around that part of her, nudging but never taking the leap. Not without her explicit consent. When I run it across the hole, I notice how her pupils expand.
“Do it,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Do it, Jake.”
“Use more words. Express formal consent, Miss Kensington.”
Her glare tells me what she thinks of my teasing, but I don’t flinch. “Put your finger inside me, Jacob,” she demands.
“Where?”
“In my—Jake, seriously. You know where.”
“Ask properly, and I’ll do it, Genevieve.”
I might believe she’s displeased, but I can feel how much this makes her spasm around me. She likes it when I defy her by pushing her buttons and limits.
“I, Genevieve Charlotte Kensington, formerly consent and demand that you, Jacob Daniel Clarke, insert your finger in my rectum.”
I chuckle, not expecting this formal approach. “You know exactly how to talk dirty to me, red.”
“You’re at fault here. Now, get on with it.”
She’s perfectly still, but I have enough room to initiate a small momentum between us. So I do that, fucking her gently, and then settle my finger right where she wants me.
The moment my knuckle sinks in, she releases a heavy, trembling breath. “Relax, red. It won’t hurt if you let it in.”
As soon as the tight muscle loosens around my finger, I push it further in, making another knuckle disappear into her, my cock never halting the soft momentum from underneath. “You like that?” I ask, pumping it in and out of her.
She reflects on the question for a moment, but the way her body reacts by lowering to take my whole finger inside her is response enough. “I do,” she admits, nevertheless. “It feels unique and—Aah! It feels good.”
Her arsehole is still tight around the digit, so I don’t attempt to add another one. Not even when she resumes the fucking, rolling her hips in a manner that drives me mad, taking my finger and my cock all the way in each time.
“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl. So responsive, so naughty.”
We fuck like this for several minutes, and I think I’m doing good, holding back while she climbs to her next climax until she moans, “I want more,” right into my ear.
