"Tell me what you feel?” Her voice is full of care.
"It's going through my whole body. It feels so intense, so powerful.”
I want to be honest with her.
"Yes."
She slides her finger in further. To the second knuckle. She holds. She lets me have it. She slides out a little. She slides back in, easier this time. I feel the slick of the lube. I feel the give ofmyself. I feel a heat I have not felt before begin low and spread up my spine.
"Max,” I gasp.
"Yes.” Her voice is kind.
“It feels so good. I can feel it everywhere.”
She is patient and I feel her other hand on my hip, holding me gently.
She slides her finger in to the last knuckle and I feel my body open to take it and I moan.
She begins to move. She uses one finger, slow, in and out, working me open. I have a cheek on the wood table and a finger in my ass and a woman behind me who is breathing low and steady and watching me, and I am wet in front and tight at the back and the two heats are different heats and they are meeting somewhere in the middle of me and the place they are meeting is a place I did not know I had.
"Another finger,” I say and I am lost in this world of pleasure and I want to lose myself more. I had no idea anything could feel like this.
“Of course.”
She pulls out. I hear the cap of the lube again. I hear more slick jelly on her hand, on my anus. She comes back to me running her fingers over and around my anus. It feels cold from the lube and the cold feels delicious. She presses two fingers against my entrance. Two is more. Two stretches me more. Two takes a count for the muscle to give. She holds. She does not push. The muscle gives and I open up to her. Two of her fingers slide deep into my ass and I moan again.
"Oh," I murmur.
I hear Max moan too. “You feel so good,” she growls. I know she is enjoying taking me in this way and the thought of her enjoyment only turns me on more.
"Max,” I moan. This feels so good. So very good as my body relaxes to the intrusion of her fingers in my most personal space.
"You're doing well,” she says and her praise is the ultimate seduction.
She does not say the word she said before,mine,the word that holds in the room between us still from before. She saysyou're doing well,and the sentence is a different sentence and it does the same thing the other one did. It goes into me low.
"Yes," I say.
She works me with two fingers. She is curling them, finding the shape of me. She has done this before. She has done it many times before. I do not care that she has done it before. I am glad she has done it before. I am glad it is her hand and not the hand of a person who is figuring it out on me. It feels like I am in the hands of an expert and that is absolutely what I want. I feel heat flooding through my pelvis. I feel the intense wetness of my pussy.
"How does that feel?” she asks.
"Full. But I like it… so much. Really much,” I find myself saying.
“I know you do, baby.” Her voice is a purr. “Do you want a third finger?”
"You decide,” I say.
"I'm asking you. I don’t want to push you too far.”
I can feel the depth of her two fingers in my ass and I know they are all the way in. They feel so deep. They feel so amazing.
"Yes. A third."
"Okay."
She pulls out. She slicks more lube on. She comes back to me. Back to my wanting anus. She circles it lightly, pressing and teasing with one finger or another. She asks me to open back up for her and my body does so. My body wants this, I know it.
