I just need a little more. A little more pressure, something rougher, something…
As if he can sense it, he nods, and my fingers tighten in his hair, pressing his head into me.
I’ve never done anything like it, tell a man what I need, much less guide him to give it to me. But when he moans deep into me, the vibrations colliding with the added pressure of his mouth on me, and his fingers sinking in deep, curving to hit my G-spot, I come.
I come, and I come, and I come, screaming his name, my body quaking with the most intense relief and pleasure rolling through me in waves until I’m panting.
“Holy shit,” I moan, my hips still moving, shifting, and searching for more, even as my body comes back down from the high he just gave me. “Holy shit.”
“I know,” Leo says, hungry eyes roving over me, taking in my body, my heavying chest, his fingers still inside of me, moving slower now. His thumb grazes over my clit, and my hips jerk, still sensitive.
“I’ve never…no one has ever…”
He pauses, then, staring at me.
“No one has ever?” I shake my head. “You’ve never been eaten out?” His eyes are wider now, a hint of something close to nervousness in them. I smile and shake my head.
“No, I’ve been eaten out, my god. I’m notthatsheltered.”
“Have you…” I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I’ve had sex. Not in a while, but… yes.” He licks his lips, and despite just coming harder than ever before, I tighten around the fingers still inside of me. “I just meant no one has ever been able to make me…” My words trail off as the last of the orgasm fades away, and with it, the confidence I had moments before. His fingers are still inside of me, though they’re no longer moving, as if he needs to be completely focused on this conversation. Note to self, keep all thoughts to myself until after his fingers leave me.
“Are you telling me no one has ever made you come, Willa?” The blush creeps down my neck and spreads to my chest, but I answer, because I know he wants me to.
“I’ve come from sex,” I murmur, but then continue to explain. “But only if I was on top and basically…doing it myself.” I don’t know what to expect, but the wide smile that spreads across his still-wet lips is not it.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he says, voice rasping and low, before he dips his head down, five o’clock shadow scraping at my skin as he takes a nipple between his lips and sucks. His fingers continue to move, gently playing with me, grazing over my clit, circling and tweaking before sliding back inside. He fucks me slowly, languorously, and his lips move on my nipple, sucking and nipping until my breathing is labored again. He pulls back to blow cool air on the taut skin, and a breathy moan leaves my lips.
“Leo,” I moan, my back arching, and my hips lifting. “I don’t think I can—” I lick my lips and catch my breath. Leo’s eyes move from my center to where his fingers are deep inside of me, to my stomach, to my breasts, before stopping at my face. “I don’tthink I can come again. We should just—” He shakes his head, cutting me off.
“I can do this all fucking day, baby. All day.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun for you.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been daydreaming about this for years.” I tighten around his fingers again, and my breathing goes just a bit heavier.
“For years?” I ask, eyes wide. His fingers move more slowly but go deeper as a smile spreads on his lips.
“Years, baby.” His fingers start to speed, and a hand moves to my belly, his thumb swiping over my clit and making my hips buck. “Years, I’ve wondered what you would look like with my fingers deep inside of you. What you’d sound like coming on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. I wondered what you’d look like, writhing beneath me, panting my name. I have about a thousand fantasies of you, and I’m determined to make every one happen. Now,” he says, fingers his sliding out and rubbing them flat against my clit. The stimulation is so sudden, so different, it pulls a groan from me. “Now you’re going to come again. You’re going to gush for me like the good girl you are, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, watching your face as I fill you.”
“Okay,” I say, because really, what do you say to a proposal like that? He grins.
Wide.
And then his fingers slide back into me.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, moving to his knees between my legs, his cock hard beneath his shorts. His fingers shift, fucking me deeper, pressing harder just above my G-spot, and I moan, loud and uncontrollably, hips shifting without reserve as it starts to build again, but this time it’s different. It feels just as good as the last orgasm when it crept up, but it’s different, bigger, deeper, in a way.
“Leo, I…” I pant, a strange, foreign feeling building in my belly. It’s not unpleasant, but it sends a surge of panic through me at its newness. His fingers fuck me hard, curling to brush against my G-spot with each move.
“God, Willa. You should see yourself.”
“Leo, I?—”
“Just let it go,” he says, nearly panting now, his muscles flexing with each thrust of his fingers, an erotic show just for me as he fucks me, pumping hard and fast. His lips are parted, his eyes locked between my legs as he breathes heavily, clearly very into what he’s seeing.
“Leo—” That pressure is building, and despite knowing some foreign, intense pleasure will soon hit, panic fills me.
