“Fuck.” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
Another finger slips in, but I couldn’t open my eyes. It feels so good. Too fucking good.
I don’t know how to explain this, but with him being left-handed, I feel like I’m experiencing something I never have before.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans in my ear. “You’re so tight.”
I realized then that he’d neverbeen inside a girl before, and for some odd reason, that made me wetter.
I’m the first.
But I know that deep down, I won’t be the last. And that makes my stomach flip slightly. The realization that others would be after me made a bittersweet feeling settle in my chest. But I knew this wasn’t forever,weweren’t forever.
So why do I feel this way?
Although we had no time limit, I knew that eventually, this—us—would come to an end. Fuck! I don’t even want to think about that right now. So, I push those thoughts away and choose to be in the moment, because this is what it is. This is now. And I’m going to fucking enjoy it while I can.
His fingers continue pumping in and out of me as his thumb circles my clit, and it’s nothing but euphoria. My eyes open, and I chose the wrong moment to look at him because the intense look in his eyes—the lust pooling in them—makes me clench hard against his fingers.
I could feel my orgasm building up, and it took me by surprise. Had he really…ohLord. Not only had he memorized the notes, but he’dmemorizedthem.
“Curl them.” I whisper breathlessly, in a moan.
“Huh?”
“Your fingers,” I gasp in a shallow breath. “Curl them inside me.”
He does exactly that and hits the jackpot.
“Oh, fuck.” Moaning, my head tilts back against the pillow.
Has he ever imagined what it felt like to be inside a girl before?To be inside me?To feel how much pleasure he gave her…Gave Me?
“I can feel you clenching around me, baby,” he nips at my neck. “You like this, huh?”
“Yes!” I cry, grinding my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “So, so, so much!”
“How badly do you want to come?” He whispers, thrusting his fingers faster.
“So badly.” I cry.
Please, please,please!
Pulling his fingers out until just the tips of them are inside, he looks me dead in the eye before plunging his fingers back in so deep his knuckles graze against my skin.
“Please, Greyson.” I’m a whimpering mess.
“Fuck!” He groans, smashing his lips to mine.
It’s a sloppy kiss, a desperate kiss. My body is in overdrive, and I’m moaning into the kiss as his fingers continue fucking me.
And then it happens.
My body erupts into a wave of euphoria.
It's a feeling I’ve never experienced before, it's almost like I'm floating on a cloud and having an out-of-body experience. I can feel it,oh fuck, I can feel it. It’s like every nerve in my body is dancing, jolting my body. And I fucking love it.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I could cry.
