“Not really,” I said defeated, eager for more. “It’s annoying. It doesn’t work. Not with my hand, not with anyone. I can’t make myself come, no one can.”
“I can.”
“You can’t.”
“Yes, I can.” He brushed his lips over my inner thigh and pressed a soft kiss into my skin. “You’ve been waiting forme.”
“No, not particularly.”
“Who touches you?”
“Um, you?”
“Who’s going to fuck you?”
“You?”
“Dig.”
“What am I digging?”
“Say my name!”
“Oh, I understand. Dig!”
He gave my ass a pat. “Good girl.”
I panted, my hips kicking up.
A grin flickered across his lips. He swapped to two fingers inside of me. “You got to work for it.”
“I don’t like working.”
“If I’m going to take you, you’re going to have to work up to it and take more than just fingers.”
I rolled my head back into the sheets, my skin pebbling, my everything quaking. He licked my clit, keeping the tinder on the fire of my need.
“That’s it,” he cooed, thrusting his two fingers. “You’re doing so good.”
I whined, moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers as his tongue flickered over my clit. He thrusted faster. The heat consumed me. The bliss rose higher and higher.
“You’re going to come.” Dig lifted his head. “I can feel it. And judging by how vocal you are, you’re going to be a fucking screamer. And you can’t scream here.”
He crawled up to lay beside me, keeping his fingers in their perfect rhythm. While they moved, he brushed his thumb over my clit.
I closed my eyes, my hips jerking into him.
“Come on Princess,” Dig said, his voice deep but soft. “You can do it. I know you can. Let go for me.”
After one deep thrust, I exploded.
He slammed his free hand over my mouth.
I screamed into his hand, my body bucking and jerking into a mess of limbs and pants. The world opened up its secrets, I became immortalised, I swore I grew wings. Years and years of waiting for this, of boiling into frustration and finally, the release was here, enveloping me into a new dimension.
“I knew you could do it.” Dig brushed his lips across my forehead. “I'm so proud of you.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked on them like a popsicle, and I collapsed on my side, pushing my forehead into his chest, trying to find some semblance of myself.
