My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

“The ring is purple now. What does that mean?” I ask, looking at her hand.

“It means…feeling really good,” she murmurs.

I rub her for a few minutes, focusing on the pressure points I learned while I was rehabbing my shoulder. Then, while one hand rubs, the other pulls her leggings down, parts her asscheeks, and sinks a finger into her wet pussy. Gwenna moans and rocks herself against me.

“God, Bear…” My name is fucking whimpered. My cock juts against my pants.

I slide my finger out and press my thumb into her from behind. I know I hit her sweet spot when she bucks against my hand.

“Ohhh.”

I reach around in front of her and spread her lips with careful fingers. I drag one through her soft, slick folds; I drag up and down, and up and down, until my fingertip is coated in her sweetness. Then I find her clit. I brush it, and she groans. I encircle it, teasing. She moans again and shimmies back against my thumb. I ease another finger inside, stretching gently.

“Please,” she gasps, writhing.

“Please what?” I stroke her G-spot and she rocks her hips, wiggling on my thumb and finger, then pushing her pussy forward, seeking out the fingertip that’s near her clit.

“Please…touch me,” she gasps.

“I am touching you.” I chuckle softly.

She thrusts her hips sharply again, trying to find my fingertip with her clit. “Bear…”

I stroke up and down her slit, loving the way her body rocks and writhes, seeking more pleasure.

Every time I brush her G-spot, Gwenna groans. Once, she even shivers.

“That feels…so good!”

I stroke her clit.

“More…” She wiggles back against me.

I shift my thumb, bearing down a little harder, so she feels fuller. Then with two fingers, I make a V around her clit and drag down gently.

“Bear…” Hearing her say it like that makes my balls tighten.

I swallow back my own groan, toying with her swollen lips, and then reward her with a brush of my slick finger against her clit.

“Rub…me there…” She’s panting.

“Here?” I stroke the swollen little nub, and she rubs it against me. “Yes!”

I start to stroke her firmly with my thumb, making her feel full and pressured on the inside while I paint circles around her bud and she grinds herself into me with sexy-as-fuck fervor.

“Yes…”

Her soft thighs clamp around my wrist. Her legs urge me deeper, press against my fingers, then she’s spasming around me, clamping down around my thumb, moaning loudly one last time.

I see her eyes shut and her face slacken as she slumps down on the couch—and on my hand. I chuckle, even though my dick is throbbing painfully against my fly.

I carefully withdraw my hand and stroke her back and hair. She looks over her shoulder at me, smiling a cute, lazy smile.

“Turn me over. I want you inside me…”

And fuck, I fucking want to be. I’ve realized she likes to have her neck rubbed, right there at the base of her skull. So instead of getting into her, I focus my attention there and I ignore my aching boner. As predicted, it doesn’t take Gwen long to fall asleep. I keep stroking her until she’s really out, then I lift her easily and carry her into her room.

Her eyes flutter as I tuck her into bed.