Her pussy fisted my finger almost immediately, and I curled it, hitting her G-spot all the while.
“Fuck. Me.”
“Soon, baby.” I chuckled against her pussy.
I started moving my finger up and down, increasing my speed, while she started pushing back, looking for me. Her juices glistened against her skin, and I moved my head, lapping at her thighs, then back to her clit, loving the sounds she made.
“God!”
“Not God, baby. Say my name.”
“Noah,” she moaned.
“Louder.”
“Noah!” She screamed loud enough for half of the beach to hear.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, entering her with a second finger, spreading her, preparing her for me. I almost had my answer, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to revel in the satisfaction that I would be the first person that would get to do this, and if I had anything to say about it, I would be the last one.
“N-No.”
Pride and satisfaction coiled inside of me, and I increased my pace, hitting that sweet spot inside of her.
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Y-Yes.” Her voice was barely audible. Her body was not her own anymore, and I knew she was close.
“Did you think about me?”
“God, yes! Please don’t stop!”
How could I, when I’d been waiting to see her like this my entire life? I’d spent countless nights fantasizing about her, fisting my dick to the point of pain, both hating and loving it because this was my best friend I was thinking about.
It felt wrong, but it also felt so right.
I was going to burst if I didn’t bury myself inside of her soon, but I knew I would have to take it slow. I didn’t want to hurt her, at least not yet.
I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did.
“There!” she screamed. “Right there. That spot.”
I added a third finger and focused on the spot that drove her crazy. I looked up, seeing her head turned backward, her face toward the sky, panting and moaning. Her back glistened with sweat, and I wanted to lick it off her body.
“Noah, Noah, Noah… Oh my fucking God!” She bucked against my fingers, and I dove, biting her clit with my teeth, then lapping at it with my tongue, and on and on and on.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” I felt it when her orgasm tore through her body, her pussy clenching against my fingers, holding me in. I never wanted to imagine a life where this wasn’t a possibility.
Her body shook, the tremors rocking her. I had a feeling that if I wasn’t holding her up, she would’ve been on the ground by now.
I slowly removed my fingers, earning another whimper from her, and smelled her on me.
I stood up, pressing my chest against her back, and pulled her hair backward, holding her neck in my hand.
“Taste yourself, baby.” I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Taste how delicious you are.”
Her makeup was running down her cheeks, her mascara ruined, and that cherry gloss smeared around her lips, but she had never looked more beautiful than she did now. Sophie kept surprising me tonight, letting me see this other side of her—a side I wanted to see more of.
She opened her mouth and lapped at my fingers, moaning as her eyes closed.
