“I’ll coat you first, let you adjust. If anything feels wrong, say it. I’ll be watching you. If you freeze, I stop. I’ve got you.”
I squeeze his shoulder, fingers curving into the muscle.
“You’re comfortable like this?”
“Yeah, is this okay?”
He hums, pumping lube onto two fingers.
“Perfect, Sapph.”
His open lips drag over the side of my face, teeth scraping over my pulsing vein.
His hand glides along my spine. I tuck my face deeper into his neck. Then comes the soft pressure of his fingers at my crease. Massaging me, gentle beats of pressure. A shiver runs through me, one I can’t hide.
We kiss, all passion and fire.
He invites my tongue to play as fingers keep teasing my entrance, carefully building tension. I feel it snowball low in my body. Instinct takes over, hips start to roll, my thick cock twitching against his groin, aching for release.
I move with him, fucking back onto the fingers that keep dipping. He’s full on hard again; I feel him pressing against me with every grind of our bodies. The need for him to push inside is building.
“Feels good?” he asks.
“Fuck, you have no idea.”
I press closer, refusing to leave any space between us.
“I’ve got a pretty good idea. I’m gonna make this feel so good for you.”
“God, love. You have me crazy. Please, do it.”
His slick finger eases inside with care, the tip first, then deeper. A sting at the edge of comfort makes my breath hitch. His other hand caresses my face.
“Easy. Keep breathing, baby. I'm here.”
He slides out, back in, repeating slowly.
“That’s it,” Yosh murmurs, his lips still at my temple.
He adds a second finger. My breath catches for a moment. I gasp into his neck, biting down on the urge to tense. He stops instantly.
“Too much?”
“No. God…keep going.”
He waits until I fully exhale before continuing, his fingers stretching me carefully. Then he goes somewhere that makes my body light up like a fucking Christmas tree.
“Fucking hell!” My cock jerks against his hip.
He stops. “There?”
“Fuck, yeah. There.” My voice breaks. I’m not sure if I want him to stop doing that or never stop again.
He goes over that spot gently, pressing and releasing again and again, each drag of his fingers sending shocks throughout my body, making me react in ways I don’t want to: a sudden sting in my eyes has me tearing up. I grip his arm so hard my knuckles hurt.
“Ah, you’re so sensitive. Feels good, right?”
“Good? Fucking insane.”
