“Intimacy is not supposed to be painful foranyone,” I said, bringing my fingers back to her drench center. “Somethings will be uncomfortable the first few times. You are still untouched. But I promise I will do everything I can to make you as comfortable as possible.”
She searched my eyes for the truth humans could not see. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her as she tilted her hips up, making my fingers slide down until it was nudging at her entrance.
“Tammy—”
“I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable?”
“You will be.” I lifted my other hand. My fingers were long and quite big. Not as much as my cock, but it might still be too much for her.At least for now.
She reached down for my hand and pressed my fingers closer.
The right thing to do would have been to keep denying her. But the desperate look in her eyes and the whispered plea breaching her lips made her impossible to resist.
So I slowly pushed my middle one inside, stopping after an inch when Tamara winced. “Okay?” I asked when I should have immediately pulled back.
But Tamara nodded. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect this feeling.”
I still did not move. “It can be a lot. You do not have—”
“Iwantto.”
Truth. Shit, who was I to argue against her own wishes? I pulled away a little before pushing back farther. She was so tight, warm, andsofucking wet. “Still okay?”
Her face was flushed as she nodded and looked down. Not at herself. Not at my hand exploring her. At my hard length, trapped in my drenched pants and trying to break free.
“Can you—”
“Absolutely not,” I countered. Her eyes widened. “You will need a lot more fingers before you can—”
“Oh…No, that’s not what I—ah, fuck.” Her body tensed and back arched. I stopped and watched her.That does not look like pain.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Can you…showme?”
My head tilted to the side. “Show you?” Her eyes fell down to my crotch again. “Oh. You want to—”
“See,” she rushed out. “I didn’t…I mean, Ifeltit this morning but I want to…”
I waited for her to continue but her blush only intensified. I pulled my finger out and pushed it back deeper. Her eyes rolled.So beautiful.
“You want to see.”
Tamara nodded and whimpered when my finger reached the deepest it could go. It was a tight fit. Having real sex would take time.
I stayed still inside her, allowing her to adjust to the foreign feeling while I pulled my pants down with my free hand, my eyes never leaving her face, even as she looked down.
Her lips parted.
I had no idea what a human one looked like. It had to be somewhat similar or sex would not be possible, right?
She reached for it but I closed my hand around her wrist. “What—”
“You need to focus on yourself,” I said softly as I started to slowly thrust my finger inside her. Tamara’s gaze became unfocused. “You can look, but you do not touch.”
She glanced down again. I did not think I had ever been so hard in my whole life. It would not take me more than a few strokes and in the position I was kneeling in, I would come all over her stomach.
And why was that thought riling me up even more?
