Everything between my legs was a wet, throbbing mess.
He pulled away for a moment and I almost complained.
"Shhh," he husked out.
Next I felt two fingers slip inside me.
My body's response was immediate. I nearly came on the spot from the sensation of the intrusion. My inner walls squeezed around him. My breathing grew erratic, not rhythm. Just pure madness.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Ah," was all I could produce, shoving myself against his fingers.
He didn't rush it. He moved his digits inside me slowly at first, building and building, until I was shaking, until I was begging him to let me come.
I wanted him inside me for real so bad it hurt.
"Please," I said. "I need more than that."
He withdrew his fingers, then plunged them back into my pussy but added a third one. He curled them while rubbing his thumb over my clit. I felt dizzy, ready to take his entire hand if he wanted to do that to me. My insides pulsed, my hole demanded to be filled to its limit.
He kept it up, fucking me with his digits for what seemed like forever. But every time I was on the brink of coming, he pulled back. The next time he did, he didn't resume.
My back arched up. I whimpered from the loss.
He kissed my stomach and murmured in a low, strained voice, "Hold on, baby."
I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting my index finger, listening to him move on the bed and watching him from the darkened corner of myeye. The mattress shifted as he reached for his pants on the floor. I saw a glint of the condom wrapper.
So, he'd come prepared. He'd been expecting or wanting this.
The thought only made me wetter. With my other hand, I reached down and stroked my clit.
He looked at me with feral eyes where I touched myself, tore the corner of the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled the condom over his cock.
His eyes moved up my body and met my gaze.
I pulled my hand away from my mouth and bit into my bottom lip, waiting for him and feeling like I was about to combust. I spasmed inside as I kept teasing myself.
My pulse was a runaway train, crashing into objects on its way into the abyss.
He positioned himself between my legs and rocked gently against my sex, rubbing his cock over my entrance. My body reacted instantly—something inside me, right near the apex of my thighs caught alight. The combined stimulation of my fingers and his head did strange things to my pussy.
"Are you going to tease me all night long?" I whined. "Is this turning you on? Watching me please myself?" I slowly removed my hand letting him take charge entirely.
"Do I not look turned on to the max?" he asked, something that looked like the beginning of a smirk tilted the corner of his mouth. "There's no more room for teasing."
He rested his hands on my legs careful to avoid the irritated skin, kissed my left knee, dragged his lips higher, then straightened up and wrapped his fingers over my thighs to keep me in place.
My pussy was dripping wet when he pushed the head of his cock into me.
"Oh…fuck," he choked on the words as he entered me. "You're soaked." I felt him swell even more.
He was big and it would hurt taking him all in. I already knew it, and for some sick reason, the anticipation excited me even more.
He went slow at first, driving into me inch by inch until I felt so full, I could hardly breathe.
The pain from the stretch was strangely exquisite.
