I would gladly take Anita's focus any day of the week. Both to protect my partner and because I so badly wanted to know what I could about this woman. What made her tick. Her likes. Dislikes. And most definitely what she looked like when I made her come.
That last one shocked me a little. Not because it wasn't true. I just never thought a day would come that I could admit it to myself.
"You have my attention now."
Was that a hitch in her voice?
Was it possible that below the tough exterior was a woman with basic sexual needs like most other females on the planet?
"But for how long?"
Where was this side of me coming from? Minutes before, I was fumbling through sentences, and suddenly the confidence I was so sure didn't exist in her presence was making a comeback.
Her stormy gray eyes dilated, hinting to the lust coursing through her body. Anita wanted to take the edge off, and I would be happy to do that for her.
"You've got five minutes. It better be worth it."
I could work with that. I ran my nose along the side of hers. "I wonder just how turned on you are right now. I'm willing to betif I stuck my hand down your pants, I would find you soaked for me."
Her fingers dug into my biceps. "Less talking. More action."
With pleasure. I unsnapped the button of her cargo pants and dragged the zipper down. The only sounds in the room were the teeth separating, and Anita's heavy breaths. I didn't know it was possible to get this woman's heart racing. She always appeared so calm and focused.
The loose fit of Anita's pants allowed plenty of room for my hand to cup her bare pussy. "Commando. Can't say I expected that, but it's a nice surprise and certainly makes my life easier." I ran my middle finger through her soaked slit. "Looks like I was right."
"Shut up. You're wasting your five minutes with useless rambling."
Damn. Even when her tone was laced with arousal, her words still held a bite to them.
I clamped my mouth shut. If Anita wanted to use me to get herself off, then I would happily oblige.
I dragged my finger up her folds, coating the digit in her arousal before circling her clit. Her soft moan was the only confirmation I needed. She was enjoying this just as much as I was enjoying giving it to her.
I didn't give a shit what it took. I was going to have Anita falling apart on my hand before the five minutes were up.
It surprised me to find how tight she was when I slid one finger inside her. If she were ever to take my cock, I would need to stretch her to ensure it didn't hurt. But I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to relish the fact that she was letting me have this.
Once again, her fingers dug into my biceps when I slipped a second finger inside and scissored them to stretch her some. The little noises falling from her mouth spurred me on. I pumped myfingers in and out. Mimicking how I would fuck her as the palm of my hand teased her clit.
The first swivel of her hips was hesitant, but I refused to let that happen. The one thing I loved about this woman was her confidence, and in this very moment, I wanted it more than ever.
"That's it. Ride my hand. Show me how you like me to finger-fuck you."
It was almost like those words were the permission she needed to let loose. Anita quickly went from hesitant to borderline taking over. She rode my hand like a prize bull rider intent on winning, and I was here for it.
"I need…" she moaned.
I knew exactly what she needed, and damn if it didn't make my pride swell knowing I would be the one to give it to her. I curled my fingers and hit the magic spot that would send her over the edge.
Sure enough, it didn't take much more than a few swipes for her pussy walls to clamp down on my fingers with a viselike grip before she tumbled over the edge into the abyss with a cry on her lips.
I leaned back and watched in fascination as she let her walls down. I thought she was beautiful before, but it was nothing compared to the look on her face in that moment. The resting bitch face she wore like a shield was gone, and in its place was something eerily close to serenity.
Seeing it once would never be enough. I was addicted. I wanted more. But right now, I wasn't going to get it because it only lasted a few seconds before those walls came crashing back up, and Anita was pushing me away from her.
"Time's up." With shaky fingers––the only sign she was still affected by what happened between us––Anita pulled her zipper up and buttoned her pants.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy what I did to you." I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked her juices off them. She tasted as good as she smelled. If I thought watching her come was addicting, it was nothing compared to her taste exploding on my tongue.
