“I… I’m not going to have sex with you.” After my experience with Rich, I’m far from ready for that.
“Who said anything about sex? I’m going to make you come without even putting anything in your pussy.”
The vulgar words coming off his lips should disgust me, have me running from his bed. But they have the opposite effect.
“Has a man ever made you come before?”
I shake my head. I may have had sex before, but I’ve never had an orgasm. Not even by my own hand. Every time I was brave enough to try, shame would arise, and I would stop.
“Let’s see if we can remedy that, shall we?” Bastion’s hand appears in front of my face. “Suck on my fingers.”
Before I register his intent, he’s pushing his index and middle fingers into my mouth. It takes a moment, but I do what he says, sucking gently on the two digits.
Bastion lets out a moan and bites gently on the curve of my neck while thrusting his hips into me. My breasts grow heavy, and the space between my legs aches. I arch into him some more, sucking on his fingers. He growls and pulls them from my mouth.
His hand comes to rest at the edge of my panties, and I hold my breath as the anticipation builds. Slowly, so slowly, he slides his hand under the waistband until it rests on my mound. He strokes the hair there. Every muscle in my body goes taut as I wait to see what he’s going to do next, desperate for him to take me where he promised.
Finally, his fingers continue their journey, but instead of giving attention where I really need him, they slide further.
“Spread your legs, babe. Hook your top leg around the back of mine.”
I do what he says, opening myself to him fully.
Bastion’s fingers dip to my entrance, but he doesn’t push them in. Instead, he rims the entrance with the tips of his fingers, applying just enough pressure to drive me wild but providing me no real relief.
“Bastion…”
“Yeah, babe? What do you want?” He nips my neck again.
“More…”
He speeds up his pace, and my hips gyrate with a will of their own. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I feel as if I’m going to crawl out of my skin.
Bastion must know it too, because his deep chuckle rings in my ear, and he moves his fingers to exactly where I need them. He delivers the most primal pleasure with a circular motion of his fingers, and I’m unable to stop myself from moving against them.
“That’s it. Take your pleasure, Hattie. Take what you want.”
His words spur me on to do just that. I grind my pelvis against him, and my base need ratchets higher and higher. The feeling becomes so intense that I instinctively back away from it, stilling my movements.
“I don’t think so,” Bastion rumbles in my ear.
Then his fingers switch up their movement, applying more pressure, catapulting me toward the precipice. My hands instinctively grip his wrist, but he won’t be deterred.
Every muscle in my body tenses, and my back bows. Fear grips me as a feeling I don’t recognize takes over my body. I’m completely out of control, and it’s terrifying and exhilarating.
Then Bastion hurtles me over the cliff, and the most intense feeling of bliss showers my entire body. I’m crying out, jerking in his arms as I spiral out of control.
I don’t know what I do, what I say from there on, but when I come back to myself, I’m breathing heavily and Bastion is nuzzling my neck.
“Fuck, babe. That was something else.”
The fog from my orgasm clears, and I take note of where I am, what I just did, and who I did it with. Despite my earlier success at pushing back the shame, it now coats me like a bucket of paint thrown over my head.
I don’t know what to do, what to say, so I blurt out, “I should get up. I probably have to leave soon.”
After untangling myself from Bastion’s arms, I don’t turn around to look at him before I bolt from the room.
Despite my panic, I’m pretty sure I don’t regret what happened. How can something that feels that good be bad?
