Page 22 of Naked

He slowly sank a finger inside me. He watched with wild fascination as his finger slowly disappeared, and I watched him with growing arousal because seeing his appreciation for touching me made me want even more.

“You are so soft,” he murmured as he stroked.

My eyes fluttered closed. My core contracted and my inner muscles pulsed, trying and failing to find purchase on the invasion.

He pressed a second finger inside just as slowly. I hissed at the change. The stretch. “You’re so tight,” he said. “You’re squeezing me so hard already.” His eyes darted between his fingers and my eyes.

I couldn’t help it. I had no control over anything it seemed. Not the squeezing, not my breathing, and certainly not how incredibly hot my skin was getting. “It feels good.”

“Oh I can see that. You are so wet and welcoming. You keep sucking me in deep like you won’t let me go.” He drew those wet fingers out and painted my folds with my own arousal everywhere his mouth had pleasured me just a few minutes ago. “But I don’t think you can take me just yet. You’re still too eager.”

I fisted the sheets because I needed an outlet for all this pent up energy. My breasts ached and my nipples tingled. As if he could read my mind he cupped one. “You’re so sensitive I worry, you know. I want you so badly but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you or overwhelm you.”

Didn’t he know I wanted those things? Probably not. I was so lost in the lust fog I hadn’t said anything. “I liked it last time.” I forced my eyes open to meet his gaze. “You shocked me, but I liked it.”

He bent over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and making wide, flat passes over my tip. I arched against his invading fingers, searching and not finding the friction I wanted.

“That’s right. Ride my fingers.” He climbed onto the bed, straddling me, his fingers still moving inside me, his cock bouncing in front of me just beyond my lips reach. He looked back, circling his thumb around my clit. My inner channel squeezed his fingers tight. Then I watched as he smiled, turned his gaze back on me, and took my nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching it lightly.

I arched off the bed. “More.”

“This?” He increased the pressure of his fingers around my nipple.

“Yes. No. Both!”

“Only if you touch me.”

My eyes flew back open and zeroed in on his thick, straining cock. It glistened at the tip and I reached out, taking it in my fist, and used the pad of my thumb to massage into the slit.

“Jesus. Fuck. Yes.” His hips surged forward, sending his dick through my fist to his base. He kept holding my nipple and circling my clit while I cupped his balls with my other hand, massaging until his eyes rolled back in his head. “God, I want you.”

“Then take me.”

“I can’t. Not yet. You’re not ready.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I groaned with frustration.

He gave my breast a light smack, then took my other nipple in his fingers, squeezing even tighter, watching as I moaned at the sudden shot of pain and the wash of pleasure that sent a zing to my core, squeezing my channel down hard around his fingers.

He looked backward again. His fingers moved and stroked, and then I felt pressure—good pressure—as he stretched me even wider. It made me feel full and empty at the same time. It was amazing and not good enough.

I stroked his smooth shaft and wondered what it would be like if he were just a little closer. I could wrap my lips around his head and suck…

“Next time maybe.”

I looked up and found him watching me. “Why not now?” I licked my lips and arched an eyebrow.

“Because he growled,” pinching my nipple even tighter until my core mimicked the action, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Every molecule in my body groaned “finally!”

He withdrew his fingers and grabbed the condom. He moved over me until he was between my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. He wet his head and then looked up into my eyes. “I want you to look at me. If it hurts or it’s too much you tell me. I’ll be watching.”

I remembered now, through the lust fog, that last time we’d gone just a little too fast. It hurt, but we recovered and had amazing sex. So I held onto his shoulders and relaxed as he pressed into me just a little. Even after an orgasm and his excellent finger fucking, it was a lot.

He smiled, but it was a strained smile, and ducked his head down to my breast. “Just breathe, darlin’. Just breathe.” Then his mouth was on my nipple again, pulling pleasure from me with each suck and swipe. His cock sank deeper and he pulled gently back before pressing forward again. It stung as I stretched around him, but eventually it simply felt good to have him inside me.

I realized he was tense from head to toe, his shoulders bunched and straining as he held himself over me, his jaw set and the veins in his neck and temple bulging. “Sweet Jesus you feel damn good, Til. So damn good.” He kissed up my neck and bit me.

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