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His eyebrows rose in surprise, and he tensed at the contact, but obliged me, pulling me almost flush with his body, heat leaping into his eyes.
“Yeah,” he replied, hoisting my knee over his hip. I slid my hand down and ran curious fingers across his still-hard dick. Or hard again? I couldn’t tell which. His stomach sucked in, and he jerked briefly, but didn’t tell me to stop.
“I didn’t get much opportunity to touch you like you touched me,” I said, curiosity and arousal burning inside me, praying he’d finally let me touch him more intimately.
His emerald eyes stared at me, intense and vigilant, as I continued with my gentle exploration with giddy enthusiasm. Exhilaration shot through me as his erection stiffened to full hardness.
I proceeded to stroke him lightly, not sure what to do exactly. My uncertainty must have shown because he reached down and wrapped his big hand around mine, guiding my movements.
“Like this,” he grunted, his eyelids sliding to half-mast, but still riveted to my face.
My cheeks flushed as his strong grip moved my hand at a much faster pace. Feminine power surged through me as I watched him clench his jaw, growing pleasure contorting his beautiful features.
“Rub your thumb here,” he instructed huskily, moving my thumb to just under the head of his cock. He reacted as if struck by lightning, his hips rocking with the movements of my fist. He removed his hand from mine and slid it between my legs, spearing two fingers inside me. I gasped and bit my lip, the twinges of pain overwhelmed by the pleasure of his thrusting fingers.
His eyebrows drew together. “This okay?” He leaned in closer, his tongue reaching to lick along my recently released bottom lip and bite it gently. “Does it hurt?”
“Y-yes, but it also feels good,” I stuttered. His hips stirred restlessly, and I realized I was so focused on the blissful sensations he was creating with his magical fingers, I had stopped stroking him. I gripped his cock hard and started jerking him at a rapid pace to make up for my lack of attentiveness.
“Whoa,” he yelped. “Wait.”
I pulled back, cringing in embarrassment, my hands covering my face. “Oh my god! I’m sorry,” I groaned, my words muffled behind my hands.
“Emmy, look at me,” he said firmly, his hand still stroking lightly between my legs.
I slowly lowered my hands, fearing the look of disappointment or annoyance I might find. Instead, his eyes roved over my face, his expression affectionate, carnal, possessive.
“Don’t apologize. I like that you don’t know about any of this shit. It turns me on to teach you,” he said, his fingers thrusting sharply inside me causing me to gasp and moan.
He rolled me on my back, spreading my legs and moving his hand at a more rapid pace, his fingers rubbing the walls of my pussy and finding hidden spots of pleasure I never knew existed. “It means I’m the only one who’s ever touched you like this, the only one who’s ever tasted you, the only one who’s ever felt their dick strangled by your hot, wet, tight pussy.”
I groaned, as much turned on by his words as by his stroking fingers.
“Grab my dick, Emmy,” he gruffly demanded. “Like this,” he said again, removing his hand from my pussy and using his now wet fingers to demonstrate the motion he needed.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick staff, my fingers almost not fitting around it, staggered that I’d had it inside me moments ago. It was still damp from his hand, which gave me a strange zing of lust.
I squeezed it experimentally, stroking it with a tight grip and swiping my thumb over the weeping slit on the head. He groaned and thrust heavily into my gasp. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” he panted, his fingers still moving rapidly between my legs.
It was odd, we could just have sex again, but there was something so much more intimate about the way we were touching that I didn’t even want to suggest it.
He abruptly slid his fingers out and landed a light slap on the opened lips of my sex, directly on my clit. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just enough to send jolting vibrations through my body. The pain of his earlier penetration got muddled with the jolt of the erotic impact and sent confused pleasure throughout my limbs.
“Do you like that, Em?” he whispered in my ear, his hand resuming its previous annihilation of my core. “You like me spanking your naughty pussy, moya neposlushnaya devochka?”
“Yes,” I moaned, hitching my knee higher which spread my legs wider, miraculously still somehow managing to rub his cock in a tempo that he was pleased with.
He responded by giving me two more rapid spanks making sure to only hit my clit, before thrusting back inside of me, adrenaline humming through my bloodstream like gasoline on a fire. “Who’s pussy is this, Emmy?” he rasped in a low, harsh voice.
Oh, god, the possessive, territorial tone of his voice, coupled with his fingers pounding my pussy had me seeing stars. I cried out, my muscles starting to shake with impending orgasm.
“Who?” he barked out, his fingers getting rougher and more demanding as I teetered on the edge.
“Yours...yours...yours,” I repeated deliriously, and he gave my clit an aggressive pinch that pushed me to nirvana, then returned his fingers to my pussy, contractions gripping him with such strength, I wondered if I’d break his fingers.
“That’s fucking right. Mine. Moya,” he said, knocking my slackened fingers out of the way with his soaked hand and grabbing his cock. He only needed two strokes before he was coming all over me, his face grimacing in ecstasy as his heavy cock jerked and started shooting.
I was mesmerized watching spurt after spurt spill on the skin of my stomach and my scant pubic hair.
