Page 55 of Bad Habit
Now that my lips were free, I was shocked at how out of breath I’d become, like I’d been running. My legs were weak, too, like jelly. I grabbed onto Mac’s shoulders and panted into his upper chest, burying my face as his fingers continued to stroke and slide through wetness that seemed to increase exponentially with each stroke.
Was this it? Was my wetness the equivalent of Mac’s ejaculation? It had to be. It was the best feeling I’d experienced in my life. Better than anything I could have imagined.
His finger pressed in a particularly sensitive place; I was pretty sure it was right where I opened. His finger circled that spot, and my hips bucked as if they wanted to join in on the action. This feeling was topping the last. How much better could it get?
“That’s it, baby,” Mac cooed next to my ear. “Does that feel good?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m going to push my finger inside you,” he said. “Ready?”
“Oh,” was all I could sigh, as he stroked the full length of my sex again, then returned to circle the sensitive opening, pressing harder this time.
The pressure increased and turned to something unexpected and close to pain for a second as the girth of his fingertip pushed inside me.
He held it there. “You okay?”
I nodded against his chest, not sure how this was supposed to feel, but the longer his finger stayed inside me, the more I enjoyed it, and the more I wanted it to stay. Would his penis feel the same or—even better?
He slid his finger farther in, then pulled back, slowly gliding against the opening that seemed more sensitive than any part of the human body should be.
“Ah…” A noise escaped my lips, and I felt my internal body tighten around his finger, and still he pressed, driving deeper with each push, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
His thumb joined the action, stroking along my wet folds in front of his finger’s penetration. It grazed near the front of my sex, and the pleasure lifted me up off my toes. I opened my eyes. “Oh.”
He was smiling softly, his eyes focused on my face, his skin flushed.
“That’s your clit, baby.” He circled the magical place with his thumb.
The heat and pleasure was so strong as he rubbed. If I didn’t know better, I’d have guessed his thumb had been replaced by something on fire.
His other hand moved down to replace the thumb as his finger began to pump faster inside me, plunging in and out of me at a furious pace, and it was so much to feel that I had to close my eyes to block out at least one of my senses. But even then, my vision refused to shut off and lights danced on my eyelids in time with his digits, one of them driving inside me and one rubbing that glorious place he’d called my clit.
My legs shook so hard I wondered whether they’d continue to hold me. My hands slammed back against the window, the impact sending shockwaves through the glass and into my body. I couldn’t believe I’d wasted so many years of my life without having Mac’s finger inside me.
“That’s it,” he said softly. “Now, relax, let it happen.”
I had no idea what I was supposed to let happen, or how I could possibly relax given all I was feeling, but I planned to try.
The finger in front flicked, circled then squeezed that super-sensitive place, and I bit back a scream. “Oh, Mac, I…” My voice was tight, strangled, but my hips moved beyond my control, thrusting, circling as if they wanted to draw his whole hand inside of my body.
A light show projected onto the backs of my eyelids, one so dramatic it was like I’d turned to face the Las Vegas streets below us. How could anything in the world feel better than I felt right now? My body was on fire, my mind fully consumed in the pleasure. I’d lost track of how long his finger had been pushing inside me, how long I’d been lost in the bliss—hours, days, weeks?—and had no idea how I’d ever survive this.
Then just when I was sure it couldn’t get better, that I couldn’t take the pleasure any longer, the sensations crested higher. A wave started from where he touched me and then expanded to rise through my belly, my chest, my throat, like a pleasure bomb had exploded inside me.
My body spasmed, contracting around Mac’s plunging finger, and it was so much, too much. My head banged the window.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.” His words rumbled through me as I writhed, my movements inside and outside completely involuntary, completely beyond control.
I panted and moaned, my hips pulsing on his fingers, riding a wave I hoped never would end.
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Mac
Iwas rock hard. In spite of coming twice in the past few hours, I’d been rock hard since my fingers had first grazed her thigh. And now holding her panting body against me as she recovered, I marveled at how hard she’d come.
Was that really her first? If it was, she’d released years of pent-up sexual energy, energy I planned to continue to tap.
