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He rubs his finger in small circles, pushing, pushing down. I visit Hades and return again, yanked back by the hook of Dane’s gleaming golden eyes.
“That’s a very good girl,” he says when I’ve finished coming.
His latex-covered fingers are both clinical and erotic. They stick to my skin, part instrument, part human.
I’m remembering the first time he touched me, the first time he stood so close. The intensity of his eyes, the power of his hands…
I remember how recklessly I swung that hammer, and part of me wonders if deep down inside, I meant to put myself on the doctor’s table.
Don’t lie…you’re getting exactly what you want…
“I wanted you to touch me like this from the moment I saw your hands.”
Dane smiles, his dimple flashing into view.
“These hands?”
He strips off the latex gloves.
Now when he presses his fingers against my pussy, they’re warm and velvety. I gasp and shiver as he spreads and touches and strokes. He licks my taste off his fingers and touches their wet tips against my clit, stroking up and down.
“Tell me what you like…,” he instructs. “Tell me what feels best…”
“A little softer…,” I beg. He lightens by half. “A little harder than that…now faster…now a little faster…”
Dane adjusts by degrees until the speed and pressure become momentum, a sensation that spirals and builds beneath his fingertips like pottery spun into shape until he creates my orgasm under his hands, and I’m lost inside of it, spinning and spinning until I collapse.
He slides his fingers inside me.
“Squeeze…”
I squeeze as hard as I can.
“Very impressive…” His eyes hold mine. “Now relax…”
I relax the muscles. Dane waits until I’m soft and loose. Then he begins to move his fingers, sliding them slowly and gently in and out of me while I try my best not to clench.
Trying to remain loose and relaxed makes me exquisitely sensitive. The friction of that soft, slow slide is like the swaying of a hammock—gentle, hypnotic, and irresistible. It builds and builds in an entirely different way, while I try to stay calm, but the climax requires convulsion.
“Now squeeze…” Dane orders, eyes locked on my face.
I clench hard around his fingers and detonate. It’s an explosion of gold that washes over me, warm fire in the color of his eyes.
Dane unbuttons his trousers, and his cock springs free, thick and hard and pale. Its head is slightly pink like his lips.
When he presses it against my opening, I groan.
“Beg for it,” he growls, holding my eyes.
“Please…,” I whimper. “Please…”
He slides it in partway.
“Oh god…”
“That’s just the head,” Dane smirks.
He slides in a little more.
