“M-more,” I groan, as his thumb brushes against my clit. My walls grip his fingers as the electrifying touch against my sensitive skin courses through me.
He licks me again.
“Always.” His voice is so low as he pushes a third finger into me. It feels better, but there must be something wrong with me, because all my mind can scream is more.
I can’t seem to get enough. I need it all.
“You’re squirming all over my fingers; such a filthy, perfect tease. Still not enough?”
His fingers move faster, pushing in harder. I’m so wet I can hear it squelch every time he thrusts in, and my back arches as I push into him. My hands fist around the edge of the table for leverage, needing it with how hard we’re pushing against one another.
“No.” My voice is hoarse even though I’ve barely said anything. In my mind, though, I’m screaming, demanding, and begging for everything.
“Please, please, please.” Each word’s punctuated in time with his thrusting fingers.
“Hold still,” he growls, gripping my left cheek and spreading it wider.
Shit, it’s not as easy now. It doesn’t feel like there’s any more space inside me, but my mind won't accept that.
It’s not…enough.
Nate doesn’t stop. He knows what I need. He slowly pumps the remaining finger in as far as he can until his knuckles bump up against me. With only his thumb left outside of me, he lets it slide along my clit, and my whole body sings.
I’m a lit-up, panting, needy mess.
This is what I needed, to be so full of him that he can’t fit any more inside of me.
Arching my back as far as I can on the bed, I push back, meeting his fingers. There’re no thoughts in my brain as we continue to meet thrust for thrust, his warm, perfectly thick fingers brushing against all the sensitive areas inside me. Nonsensical words fall from my lips as his thumb rubs up and down my clit, pushing harder without me needing to ask for it.
“Riding my fingers so fucking well, taking everything. Soak them with your cum. Let go, little tease,” he urges, his breathing sounding harsh behind me as it caresses my heated skin.
His hand twists slightly inside me, and as his thumb presses down with the most perfect, delicious pressure, a loud shriek echoes from me.
My orgasm hits so hard and fast that I can’t brace for it. All I can do is ride it out and let it roll through me.
As it eases, Nate slowly tugs his fingers free, and my head spins as he rotates my body. My legs now hang off the side in front of him and my head dangles over the other side.
Dropping to his knees behind me, he dives in and licks up the wetness that slides from my body.
From this angle over the bed, I can see him positioned between my legs. His face is hidden from view, but I can see his throat swallowing as he consumes me.
Finally satisfied, he stands and flips me over. I’m so languid I can’t even muster the energy to cover my breasts.
His lips are glistening with the remnants of my orgasm, and he looks so smug about it as he places a soft kiss on my mouth. Sitting up takes effort, but when I manage it, he steps between my legs, stroking his hands down my arms.
He’s only covered by a pair of gym shorts, and it does nothing to restrain his bulge.
The last of the muggy, post-orgasm bliss rushes away as I have an idea. Pushing against his chest, I slip off the table and drop to my knees to peer up at him, my hands running along the waistband of his shorts.
“Can I?”
He frowns, staring at me a moment before answering. “If you want to, not because you have to.”
Not wanting to waste time pushing the point that I really, really want to, I tug down his shorts. Not all the way, just enough that his very hard, very erect cock springs free. Gripping it in my hands, I try not to grip too tightly as the soft, veiny feel of him slides under my skin.
He lets me explore him, running my hand up and down, tugging and pumping, before he wraps his hand around the length.
He taps the weeping head against my lips, smearing the pre-cum. “Suck me,” he commands. His breaths come out in short pants as his gaze remains fixed on my mouth.