I feel a sudden burst of shyness that I try to tamp down. Linc was right. He's already seen all of me. He's had his face between my legs while I came all over him. Why am I holding back now? I take a deep breath.
"I want your fingers in me," I say. "Please."
He grins. "Good girl."
The pleasure I get from hearing him say those two words shocks me, but I don't stop to analyze it. I'm too distracted by his long, blunt-tipped fingers filling me once again. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as he slowly slides his fingers out and back in. He keeps up that slow pace, his eyes still locked on my face. Just when I'm on the verge of begging him to move faster, he adds a third finger. My mouth drops open and a whimper escapes me at the stretching sensation. I feel almost too full, but in the best way.
“Is that too much?” he asks, stilling his movements with his fingers deep inside me.
I shake my head. “It feels good,” I whisper, pressing down against his hand.
He smiles. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod.
His hand starts to move again, pushing in and out. In and out. It doesn’t take my body long to adjust to the fullness and soon he’s thrusting into me faster. Harder. I can feel something building inside me; my body rushing toward something bigger than I've ever felt before. Linc’s fingers curl inside me, pushing up against a spot I’ve always thought was a myth. My mouth drops open in a silent gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Just let go. I’ve got you.” His voice is low and rough and makes me want to do whatever it takes to please him.
His dark eyes never leave mine as his fingers continue their assault. Now, my body is working in tandem with his hand, pushing back against him with every thrust. That strange feeling is growing inside me, threatening to burst. I want to shy away from the foreign sensation, but it feels so incredible. I can hear the wet sounds coming from my body as his fingers stroke in and out of me. Tiny moans escape me each time he pushes his fingers inside me. Linc’s hand moves faster, pumping into me with more speed now, still hitting that incredible spot inside me. I’m racing toward some unknown cliff, and I can’t stop.
“I’m right here,” he whispers. “Let go.”
Faster.
Closer.
Higher.
More.
There!
I scream with the force of my orgasm as pinpricks of light explode behind my eyes. My pussy clamps down on Linc’s hand and a rush of moisture floods from me, shocking me even as waves of pleasure roll over me. My entire body is alive with sensation. Linc keeps pumping his fingers into me, stroking me through my orgasm. My back arches off the bed as I cry out again and again, still fucking Linc’s hand as I moan again.
“There it is,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come for me. Give me all of it, baby. Don’t hold back.”
His words of encouragement send me on another, smaller spiral of pleasure. The keening cry that’s pulled from my throat is one I don’t recognize. I’m lost in a haze of sensation and need. The only thing I can focus on is what Linc is doing to my body. He draws out my pleasure with teasing strokes of his fingers inside me as his movements slow. I wish I could hold onto this feeling forever, staring into Linc’s eyes as I fall apart.
When the aftershocks of my orgasm finally subside, I realize that I’m gripping Linc’s forearm with all my strength. I force myself to relax my grip as I come down from the most intense orgasm of my life. I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t have bruises that match my handprint on his arm. He eases his fingers from my body before giving my clit a soft stroke. I shiver, my pussy hypersensitive after coming so hard.
I lie there, trying to remember how to breathe while my body comes down from whatever the hell that was. I know I should feel embarrassed, but I can’t find it in me. That was too incredible for me to feel anything but bliss.
“What was that?” I ask, still panting.
“That was fucking hot,” Linc says, still grinning. “You just came all over my hand.”
“I know an orgasm when I have one,” I say, leaning up onto my elbows to look at him. “That was an out of body experience.”
He grins as he covers my body with his and leans down for a kiss.
“You’ve never had anyone find your g-spot before?” he asks, trailing kisses over my jaw and down to my neck.
Shocked, I lean back far enough that I can see his face in the dark. “Is that what that was?”
Linc studies me for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know whether to be mad or grateful that I’m the first man to ever make you squirt.”
He says it casually as if talking about squirting is a normal conversation you have with someone after the first time you have sex with them. I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me and I want to hide my face, but Linc is looming over me and there’s nowhere to hide.