"Already."
"I know."
She slides a hand down my stomach. She rests her palm on my lower stomach. She does not go further. She holds it there. She puts her mouth back on my nipple. Sucking it, then running her teeth around it, her tongue. She lets my body walk to the edge without helping it.
"Please," I say.
"Say it."
"Touch me."
"Where."
"Between my legs."
"Yes."
Her hand slides down and my legs part to welcome her home.
She finds me wet. She makes a sound when she does. The sound is new. I have not heard it on her yet. Low, surprise at the edge of it. Appreciation. I like being able to bring that out in her. She cups me in her palm. She does not rush to my clit. She cups. She pets. She slides two fingers down my slit without putting pressure. She comes back up.
"You're so beautifully wet," she says.
"Yes,” I murmur and my hips are rising to meet her hand, desperate for her.
"For me."
"Yes."
"Say it."
“I’m so wet for you. Please..” I beg. I will beg for her and I have no shame in that.
"Okay."
She slides two fingers deeply and firmly inside me as her thumb slides against my clit.
I come.
I come fast. Embarrassingly fast. I come in the first press of her fingers deep inside me. I come with her mouth on my nippleand her other hand flat on my stomach and her thumb on my clit and my wrists loose above my head, and it tears through me in a wave that makes me arch off the bed, and the sound that comes out of me is something I have not made for anybody. A long low full sound from the bottom of my throat.
She stays with me.
She rides it out. She keeps her fingers still inside me. She keeps her thumb lazily against my clit. She lets me come through it without pulling off. She kisses my sternum while I keep coming. She murmurs into my skin. She saysyes, not in instruction, in witness. Yes, this. Yes, with me. Yes.
I come down from the orgasm.
I am shaking.
"Shh," she says. "There you are. You are so very beautiful.”
"Max."
"I've got you."
"More, please.”
“Of course,” she smiles.
