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“Do you usually insert one finger or two?”
“Only one. But I am able to take two.”
“Hmm…you can take a lot more than that, sweetheart. We just need to get you ready for something bigger. Yes?”
I nibble my bottom lip between my teeth as I stifle a groan at my rubbing and circling of my clit. I can feel the tension building—as it has every time in the past. I push my lower back into his knees, pressing my shoulders into the mattress firmly. It takes everything in me not to squirm away from his grasp and hide under the covers to conceal the intimacy of the act. He has fingered me himself. But there is something about masturbating in front of him that has me completely emotionally exposed to him.
I watch as Graham puts his hand into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a ring like one of the rings that he gave to me. He must have placed it there when he got out his medical forms from his nightstand.
“Here. Try this one. Do not insert anything inside. I want to be the one who has that privilege tonight.”
He pulls my hand reluctantly from my sex, making me groan in displeasure, giving me a tsk tsk and a grin. I stare in utter shock as he leans down and takes my finger in his mouth—lapping up the juices with his tongue. He sucks the finger in and out in rhythm to my exaggerated breathing, nipping his teeth across the flesh. His eyes find mine as he releases my finger, moaning and uttering some unintelligible sounding curse words. He slides the silicone ring with several spheres attached to my clean finger, turning the multi-purpose jewelry to the inside of my knuckle. He places my hand back down on my heat, never actually touching it with his own flesh. His hand hovers over mine, moving it in lazy circles all over the primed region.
“That feels so good,” I moan and buck off the bed, bouncing my behind on his legs.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he warns. “I want you to relax and focus on the sensations. Don’t overthink anything. Just free your mind of any tension, and don’t forget to breathe. I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Can you do that?”
I nod in agreement. He takes his time grinding the silicone over my folds, spending several minutes on my pulsing bud. I feel my hand with the ring being pulled away from my body. I keep my gaze on Graham’s as I feel his fingers replace mine, and I throw my head back into the pillows, lifting my hips off his legs to gain more flesh-on-flesh contact. When he touches me, it feels so much better.
“Ohhh…”
“Shhh,” he soothes. “Relax.”
“But…but…”
“Shhh.” He continues to stroke up and down my wet slit, spreading the moisture all over my folds and over my clit. He palms my trimmed hair, mumbling something that I cannot make out over my moans of ecstasy.
My heart races as I try to settle back down into the mattress. I attempt to make sense of all the foreign feelings that radiate from my fingers all the way to my toes. I have never gotten this worked up before. Even though Graham gave me my first orgasm, in my head it might have been a fluke. That maybe I will never get there again.
“Get out of your head, Angela,” he scolds. “Quit thinking.”
He places one hand on my mound and the other squeezing a breast. The flutter of the building tension rises within me, and my body begs for a release. Two fingers go back to my clit, kneading the little bud with an expert swirl. I scream out, pushing my hips up as an offering to him.
“That’s a good girl.” His coos warm me even more. “You are close to having your release, sweetheart. It’s up to you to enjoy the benefits of letting go.”
His hand on my breast slides up to my neck, rubbing and squeezing around the base, forcing me to stay still. I feel pinned to the mattress. And I love it. The electrical charge ignites the flame that travels through every part of my body. I am so close but…
And then I feel it. It is pain mixed with pleasure. Graham pinches my clit, and I free fall over the cliff in an avalanche of desire.
“Ah! Ahh…ahhh…”
As I feel like I am flying, Graham removes his hand from my neck. He pushes a finger from his free hand into my entrance, hooks it along the edge, and pulls up. I thrash on the mattress, hitting another peak that I didn’t even know was possible.
“Oh, Graham!”
“That’s it. Scream my name, baby.”
My mind empties itself of all coherent thoughts. I don’t even know what words spill out of my mouth nor do I care about the details of the spillage. I can feel my inner muscles pulsate and clench with the leveling orgasm, reveling in the sensation of the much-needed release. Blackness hits my eyes—unsure if I close them or if that is a side effect of feeling too much too fast. I feel exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. Before I am even fully down from the high, I feel my hips being lifted and Graham’s fingers kneading my behind. I watch as he leans down, meeting my rising hips, and…ohhhh…yes.
“Hmm…” He moans—the sound muffled—as he takes a taste from the source.
I cry out in utter shock, tears leaking down the sides of my cheeks. Instantly, I feel the rising of my heart rate and the reenergizing of my sex. The tension builds, although the speed is instantaneously linked with each lick. It is like he is defrosting me from the walls of ice I have built around myself as an armor of protection. He makes me feel safe to let go.
I twist my upper body back and forth, trying to endure the levels of pleasure he is giving me, not sure if I can take any more.
“I can’t…I just can’t,” I beg for him to stop.
“Yes, you can. Give it to me. Give in, baby.” His words vibrate off my pussy lips, causing me more pleasure. As he licks and probes with his tongue, he slips a finger into my tight channel, filling me up all the way to his last knuckle. He wiggles his finger inside of me, stretching my barely touched flesh. He sucks on my clit and pulls his finger out, pumping it. I jerk with the full sensation. I arch my back, feeling him fingering me with now two fingers. I feel stretched to my limit. There is no way I can fit more.
