I lean my weight against him, watching as our dirty fantasy plays out. His fingers tease into the waist of my panties while his other hand pulls the neckline of my shirt to the side. Sending a wave of arousal right between my thighs, his teeth graze the curve of my neck. He growls next to my ear, watching along with me as his fingers move below. Breath rushes from my mouth as two of his fingers tease along the lips of my pussy. “Is she feeling needy?” he whispers quietly, and goose bumps trickle across my skin. His head lowers and his nose moves to the crook of my neck as he takes a deep breath. On his exhale, one finger glides into me. “She’s so wet, isn’t she?”
I exhale and nod as I watch his hand between my legs.
“I’ve never wanted to watch someone come more than I do right now. Will you do that for me, Naomi? Will you let me fuck you with my fingers?” His lips roam along my neck as his finger pumps slowly in and out, running through my lips and to my clit and back again. “Will you come all over them for me?”
I can’t hold back the whimper he pulls from me. My eyes close, head tipping back against his shoulder as he keeps the same pace.
“Are you telling me you want more?” he asks gruffly.
“Yes,” I whimper. “More.”
His fingers move away.
I shift, opening my eyes, but before I can protest, he grips the sides of my jeans and tugs them down farther.
Another double knock hits the door. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and he calls out, “I said, someone’s in here.”
Without wasting any more time, he reaches down between us, his hand gripping along my ass and then lower. His wrist twists and then two fingers glide through me, spreading the lips of my pussy, back and forth before he moves higher, grazing my clit on the second stroke. It makes my mouth open, and the smallest hum vibrates in my throat. I haven’t been touched in so long. And not like this. I can’t remember it ever feeling this good.
He pulls me tightly against his body, my back pressing from his chest to his hard length confined by his jeans. Taking all my weight, one of his arms wraps beneath my breasts while the other teases along my clit. The way his skillful fingers work me over as he holds me tightly feels like he’s taken complete control.Goddesses, I love it.
Raising my arm up to pull his lips closer, my fingers glide into his hair as he kisses along my neck.
His teeth graze along my skin as his touch skims along my opening before two of his fingers slide inside. My eyes flutter closed for a moment to enjoy the stretch and fullness.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers softly, and it has me feeling lightheaded. I open my eyes to find him watching me in the reflection of the mirror. His mouth tips up on the right side, knowing all too well what he’s doing to me.
I look down and watch as I ride his fingers. It sends a rush through me, and I can’t help but feel turned on by the reflection of us, being able to watch what we look like together right now. He shifts as I lean back and hold him close. Moving his other hand down between my thighs. Without faltering, his fingers find my clit as they spread my arousal in slicked, slow circles.I’ve touched myself this way plenty of times, but with him, it’s unpredictable and feels like I have permission to let go.
“Oh god,” I moan as pleasure builds and my skin flushes hot. “I need?—”
“Me to make you come?” he cuts in. “That’s it, soak my fingers. I want you dripping down to my wrist.”
“Oh god.” I’m unable to catch my breath. Between his fingers and words, I know I’m going to come so hard. “Yesss, please,” I plead. I want this feeling to linger and crest all at once.
His fingers never waver on my clit, the steady pace and pressure like a masterclass in erotic persistence. His lips brush my shoulder first and then his beard scratches along my neck as he adds a third finger.
My fingers grip into his hair while my other hand presses against his, adding pressure and watching the reflection of all of it play out in front of me.
He practically growls as he says, “The sound of you on my fingers...” His lips brush along my neck, eliciting another shiver. “So damn wet and tight. Listen to the way your pussy’s making such a mess for me.”
The fullness mixed with his words is exactly what I need to push me right to the edge. Mere moments of this, his teeth nipping my neck, his dirty words ghosting my skin, and a weightless tingle begins behind my knees.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
A desperate whimper and dazed nod are all I can respond with.
“Go ahead. Let me feel you grip my fingers nice and tight. Show me how pretty you look when you come, Naomi.”
My eyes snap open to see our reflection just as my orgasm crashes through my body like a goddamn awakening. As my pussy contracts and grips his fingers relentlessly, I cry out, trembling against him, our eyes never leaving each other in themirror until I’ve ridden the last wave of euphoria. Eyes closing on a heaving breath, I fall andfuckingdie a little in his arms.
His lips trail along my neck and shoulder as awareness finds me again. I wantmore, more, more. An orgasm like that deserves more than just shifting clothes back into place. I turn to face him, just as another knock hits the door, followed by a muffled, “I gotta piss,” and we both share a smile.
“Two minutes,” Julian calls out as he shifts his fingers from between my legs and then lifts them to his mouth. When he sinks the digits between his lips and hums with pleasure, my brain explodes.Is this really happening?My pussy flutters like she didn’t just come harder than she ever has.
I swallow as he lowers to his knees, reaching for my panties and pants that are pooled there. He leans in, and his face buries between my thighs. I hear him take a deep breath of me, and then he slowly licks up my center.
I can’t help but shudder at the sensation and try to chase it as I roll my hips forward. My mouth opens, no sounds coming out other than the rush of breath that he’s stolen from me.
