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He chuckles, his breath warm against my skin. His words turn me on even more as he mumbles into my ear, “You’re so eager. You know what you want. It’s sexy.”
I don’t know what to say and it doesn’t matter because there’s nothing to say and my teeth are sinking into my bottom lip, my eyes closing tightly, the back of my head lolling against the hard, scratching bark of the tree.
His fingers explore me where no one has. Slipping toward my entrance to dip into the slickness there. I think of those two thick fingers beckoning me and now, one of them teases me, edging into my opening. I’ve never had anyone inside me. The sensation is totally new and overwhelming at first as he pushes inside. My skin stretches to accommodate him but even just one of his big fingers fills me.
The pad of his thumb circles my slick, swollen clit, and my breath sucks in at the back of my throat. My God. Heaven. A tight shudder wracks my entire body from one swipe of his sensual thumb. He pumps the solo finger in and out of me, and my head goes dizzy.
He adds a second finger to the first and it’s almost too much. The slickness doubles as I grow wetter from his touch. His two fingers, now locked together, pump inside me, crooked, the soft pads of his fingertips stroking my velvety insides, the same gesture he made as he beckoned me to these woods.
It's glorious, to finally know what this feels like, to have that lonely, empty achiness filled. To be touched inside by someone warm and eager?—
“Oh God!”
He’s now making circles over my clit while pumping his fingers inside of me. He’s building a rhythm with my body, an expert conductor performing a grand symphony. My hips play along, moving forward and back, rolling and bucking against his hand as he conducts.
My hair tangles against the bark as I sing for him, quiet moans of pleasure that join the sounds of the night animals that surround us. “Oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He stares at me, his lips ever so close. I want to lean forward, take his bottom lip between my teeth and nip. Instead, my head dips further back and I cry out as the first ripple of ecstasy rocks my body.
My first-ever orgasm brought on by someone else’s fingers. It’s almost too much to handle, the darkness behind my eyelids lit with bright sparks of light. His voice is low and rumbling as he says, “You’re so beautiful. So fucking sexy. God, your pussy. It’s magical. You feel so good, so tight, so wet for me.” My heart races at his words and my breath comes faster.
“Wet for you,” I say.
A moan rises from him, deep and animallike. I did that to him. Me. I’ve never felt sexy before. Cute. Pretty sometimes, maybe even beautiful if I’m having a good hair day and find just the right outfit.
But sexy?
Never.
Here in his arms, though, I feel like some kind of rainforest goddess. He gives another moan, fingers playing my body like a musical instrument. At first the pleasure loosens my spine, causing me to lean harder against the tree but then another wave, harder, more gripping than the first, hits me.
The sensation is so strong, my entire body wants to roll up like one of those little pill bugs. The kind of long insect that when you poke it with your finger it instantly curls into a ball. He’s doing all the right things with those perfect fingers of his. I grab his shoulders, holding on tight to him as I curl around him. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I gasp, clutching his shirt as I come.
A chilly night wind caresses my bare belly as he slips his fingers from me, his hand withdrawing from my pants. He wraps his hand around my lower back, pulling me into him. His lips are at my ear, my cheek, my neck, murmuring to me.
I’m coming hard, barely hearing his words, my mind so dreamy from the thunderbolts of pleasure that just ricocheted through my body. What is he saying? I lean closer till his lips are tickling my earlobe.
“You’re so pretty when you come.” The hot tip of his tongue lashes my earlobe. “All those pretty noises you make just for me.”
His hands, skin cold from the night air, travel down the back of my elastic-waisted pants, cupping my ass. “And this ass.” He squeezes handfuls of my curves, playing with my ass. “God gave you a perfect ass, princess."
My body is incredibly responsive, just as he said. His hands on my ass give me almost as much pleasure as his fingers on my pussy. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my body against his.
For the first time since I climaxed, our eyes finally meet. I feel shy at first, almost wanting to look away. I mean, this man’s fingers were just inside of me. God, that makes me wonder…do his hands smell like me? I’m sure they do. Is that embarrassing or sexy? I try to tell myself it’s natural, that all of this, what’s happened tonight, is natural. But it’s all so new to me, so private, so intimate, it’s hard to relax.
I hold his gaze.
Those dark, dangerous eyes, coupled with his expressive brows, add to the sultry energy he exudes. I know I wrapped my arms around his neck, but it’s only now with our eyes locked and our lips a butterfly’s kiss away from one another’s that I fully realize how tightly I’m holding onto him, the lengths of our entire bodies pressed against each other’s.
His lips are just as captivating as his eyes. Full but wide, masculine but sensual. I want a taste. A deep, long taste with our tongues twisted together.
But I have very strict rules for myself. My technical penis-in-the-vagina virginity—I’m saving that for my husband. Or now that I’ve gotten a little taste of the secret world of sensual sin, at least for someone I’m in love with.
And kissing…
I want to at least be in a relationship with the person.
But now, with the firm, hard, muscular heat of him against me, those dark eyes speaking to me, the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip like he wants to kiss me too, the rules I’ve made for myself now seem…what’s the word I’m looking for?
