He grunted in satisfaction.
His lips kept traveling. They coasted over her ribs, stopping to kiss her navel. His hands moved to her knees, pushing her wide.
The instinct to feel embarrassment or shame was gone. They couldn’t see each other in the dark room, only feel. It was erotic and scandalous. She stiffened as a finger trailed between her slick folds. She had been wet before she undressed—now she was coated in her own juices. She was dripping with want.
She gasped as he pushed his thick finger inside her. It had been two weeks, but she remembered how he controlled her pussy. He pumped in and out and she felt her stomach clench as she tried to hold on to the budding charges in her core.
Just as the orgasm began to build, he withdrew his finger and in one swoop, Lily was on her stomach.
“Oh.”
He pulled her to her knees. Her palms flattened onto the bed so she was on all fours. She didn’t know what was going to happen next.. There was no time for wild guessing. He swirled his thumb along her entrance before making a trail to her ass.
She tried to tuck her hips under her. No man had touched her there. Nothing had every breached that forbidden zone. It was her rosebud. The most virgin part of her body.
He tried again, pumping his thumb in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t hide how much she enjoyed. She rocked her hips upward, meeting his rhythm. Before she could prepare for his next move while he was fucking her with his thumb, his free hand slipped between her cheeks. She moaned as he separated her and Sawyer’s tongue licked her rosebud, circling the tight ridge of muscles to the forbidden zone.
“Oh God,” she cried.
Her head told her to pull away from him, but it felt good. So sinfully good as he pushed deeper inside her pussy with his thumb while the heat of his tongue moved deep at her back door.
Her legs moved wider, giving him more access. The wider she spread her knees the deeper his tongue pushed into her ass.
She heard him whisper, “That’s it, baby.” And she knew without a doubt it was Sawyer.
She loved it. She loved this moment. She bucked wildly, his tongue pushing in her ass, his thumb thrusting in the wetness of her pussy. There was a tight spiral of electric sensation against the ridge she never knew existed.
“I-I can’t control it,” she mewed, panting hard to fight off the climax.
It hit her with sudden force and violence as the orgasm started in an unfamiliar place and spread through her body. She clenched his tongue, gripped his thumb, with muscles she had never used during sex before. Oh shit, it felt good to feel him inside that sweet spot. She shook uncontrollably, lingering in the aftershocks. Sawyer had given her something no man had.
She panted with want. She wanted more. She started to understand what they meant. She wanted something harder and stronger in her ass now.
But before she could ask Sawyer for more. To tell him she knew what she wanted.
The bed rose as he stood.
“Sawyer,” she whispered.
His footsteps faded and then the door opened and closed.
She was alone in the dark.
Twelve
Lily
It wasn’t long before the door opened again. There was no way to tell time inside the dark recesses of the room. There were more footsteps. She sat forward to try to see who it was, but the light behind him blocked his face. She thought it was Jack, but what if they both were here, or what if Sawyer had decided he wanted her twice?
Her body was zinging with sexual energy. She didn’t know she could have an orgasm like that and want another one. But it was all she wanted. She was wet and aching for it. She couldn’t wait for Jack to touch her. To bring it to the surface.
He must have known she was sitting because as soon as he reached the bed, he yanked her legs forward, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.
She heard the sound of a cap opening and then the sound of something squirting. She had no idea what was going on.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy. She was getting a completely new level of education tonight.
“Shh,” he demanded.