I moaned as his fingers slid through my wet folds, stroking away the numbness that had settled in my bones since the accident.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”
The thought of his mouth on my cunt set fire to the smoldering coals of my hunger, and I used my good hand to reach down and grasp his cock.
I didn’t know why but I was surprised to realize how hard he was. Maybe I really did think he was humoring me, trying to make me feel better with a pity fuck.
But no, he was rock hard, and he groaned as he closed his mouth over mine, pushing his fingers inside my pussy as his tongue took possession of my mouth.
I lifted my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, oblivious to the pain in my ribs, and sank into the heat of his mouth while I stroked his dick. There was no tenderness in his kiss, nothing but raw hunger, and for the first time since my accident I felt real, my body humming and alive.
His tongue made frenzied strokes in my mouth, his fingers pushing through my engorged channel until I felt an orgasm spark to life at my center.
He broke our kiss. “You ready to come already, mouse?”
“Yes,” I gasped, riding his hand.
But instead of pushing faster and deeper inside me, he removed his fingers altogether.
“Please…”
“You beg so pretty.” He kissed his way down my neck. “But don’t worry, I just want you to come on my face.”
The heat of his body disappeared and I heard him rise to his feet, then felt him push my thighs apart.
“Jesus.” He must have been kneeling between my legs because I felt his breath on the insides of my thighs. “Your pussy’s so fucking swollen.” He ran his fingers over my clit. “And look at this hungry little clit.”
I moaned when he licked his way through my folds, every nerve in my body tingling, my nipples hard.
“You taste so fucking good, mouse.Sofucking good.”
He buried his face in my pussy, lapping at me like a thirsty dog, and I gripped the blankets on the bed, sinking lower onto his mouth.
He broke contact with my cunt to nip at the insides of my thighs. “Play with your tits for me.”
“What…?” I was delirious with desire, on the brink of orgasm.
“Play with your tits. I want to watch while I play with your pussy.”
I hesitated, then cupped one of my tits with my free hand. I felt awkward with the cast on my other arm, but it was easier not being able to see myself. It almost didn’t matter what I looked like because I couldn’t see it anyway.
“Squeeze that pretty pink nipple, mouse.”
I followed his instructions and felt a zing of pleasure rush between my thighs.
“Fuck yeah.” He slipped his fingers inside me. “I love watching you tease your tits, love watching you make yourself feel good.”
He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked, and I cried out, lifting my hips off the bed, seeking more of the heat that was driving me to the brink.
His fingers plunged deep inside my pussy while he lapped at my clit, and I rolled my nipple between my fingers, giving myselfover to the pleasure filling my body, reaching for the orgasm that was filling me up like a flooded river about to jump its banks.
Then he slipped his pinky into my ass and it was all over, pleasure exploding beyond the confines of my skin and bones as I cried out into the room.
I shuddered against Vigo’s face as he covered my pussy with his wet, hot mouth, his fingers driving all the way inside me until I was left limp and gasping on the bed.
He withdrew his fingers and I trembled as he kissed the insides of my thighs, my skin sensitive to the touch.
“Fuck… nothing’s better than feeling you come on my face,” he said. “Except maybe being inside you. I’ll get back to you with a verdict after you come again.”
