Page 120 of Lost & Found

His eyebrows furrowed together, creating worry lines across his forehead. “You sure?”

I nodded. Chills exploded as his fingertips touched my stomach and tailed lower. Then he slipped one finger between my legs and rubbed. I moaned as fire licked up my spine.

“It’s official. We’re changing number three from mindless to mind-blowing. If the man who takes your virginity doesn’t rock your fucking world, I’ll kill him myself.”

I wanted to scream at him to take it right now, but I held back somehow. I’d give anything for him to be the one, but that opened up too many potential issues back home, so this would do for now.

At least I’d have something to compare to. If the man didn’t do what Pasha did to me, then I’d walk away. I smiled, feeling a surge of energy and empowerment. Playing with him was educational. That sounded good. I was getting an education.

My body jerked, every single one of my nerves tingled as he plunged one thick finger inside me. My eyes went wide.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he said as a guttural groan rumbled from his chest.

Nothing had ever been inside me, ever. Not even my own fingers. There was never a reason for me to before. Playing with my clit always got me there.

“God, you don’t know how bad I wanted to do this on the ride, to sink into this wet, tight, little pussy. Look at me, damn it,” he barked.

Was he fucking kidding me? I huffed, “Then why didn’t you? Maybe I would have come if you had.”

Being honest with him brought sweet relief. It was instantaneous and beautiful.

“Sweet, silly girl. Because prior to getting on the damned thing, my hands were all over the arcade games.”

He slid his finger in and out of me, caressing my inner walls. It was a whole new sensation for me.

“And there was no way I was touching this,” he pulled his finger out and rubbed my clit, making me cry out at the sensitiveness of it, “or any part of you with dirty fingers.”

“Oh,” I said, even more relieved that he explained it.

“Is that why you got quiet on me earlier?”

I nodded and then gasped as he slipped two fingers inside my wet channel, filling me, stretching me. “Pasha,” I moaned, putting my hand on his wrist as he pumped in and out of me. “It feels so full.”

“Does it?”

“Yes,” I cried. “It’s so different. I love it.”

With a smirk, he curled them inside me. My eyes widened as a completely distinct sensation pulsed through my core. Electric. As if he had found some secret part of me I had no idea existed.

“What the hell? Oh…fuck,” I dragged out the last word as I spiraled.

He applied more pressure and moved his fingers, massaging me on the inside. My arousal quickly escalated to unknown heights. I zeroed in on the sensation, welcoming it to wash over me. Whatever he was touching inside me felt as if he were rubbing on my clit, but from really deep inside me.

It was jarring and all-consuming. I remembered a conversation I’d overheard the girls having. Was this the elusive G-spot?

“Wait…oh, God…” I cried as pleasure wracked my body.

“That feel good, princess?” he crooned in my ear. “Hmm. Give me a second more and I’ll blow your mind.”

He wasn’t lying because a minute later I was like a damned possessed woman. My eyes were glued to his fingers that had disappeared inside my body. Small red drops of blood from my nails marked him.

“Right there, God I’ll kill…you if you…stop. Fuck,” I screamed between gasps of breath and deep, throaty moans. “I need it, please.”

Two more well-placed thrusts and my body went rigid. My heart stopped beating, and my hips jerked against the pressure of his fingers as the first wave of my orgasm hit. Unbridled ecstasy raced through my veins, refusing to let me breathe.

As I crested and gave in to the first onslaught of sensation, he barked out a curse. My pussy convulsed and shook with my release as I came apart in his hand. The reality of how sensitive I was—that it was damn near painful at this point—had me slumping into him.

I pushed his fingers away and opened my mouth to speak, to say something sarcastic and witty, but he raised his hand to his mouth. Every response I could muster flew out the window. His tongue swirled around each of his fingers, all while staring deep into my eyes.