That’s my girl.
“Good,” I say as I take her hand. My free hand rounds her stomach so that my forearm holds her exactly where she is.
The softness of her body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. She’s everything I could ever possibly want and need. She’s comfort and strength.
Holding her is like holding a precious jewel—you know it’s too tough to break, but you can’t help but be careful and gentle with it. It’s a natural respect and regard. Something engrained in the fibre of this world.
As I guide her hand to my mouth, she folds limply over my forearm with loud moans and blissful curses, the sensation of her movements making me throb deep in her cunt.
And leaning over her, I suck her middle finger into my mouth. I have to pull my arm free of her, but before she moves, I hold her nape, pressing her down on me as her shoulders meet the bed, her legs spread, her body opening up completely to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, guiding her hand down my body. The strain of her muscles is fucking spectacular. “I should tie you up and leave you like this.”
Pulling out a slow fraction, I swipe her finger over my shaft, collecting her juices, all the way up until the elegant point of her finger reaches her arsehole.
“You really want me to fuck this tight little arse, you better work it loose,” I say, circling her finger around the puckered ring.
Her groan vibrates down her body, all the way down to my cock. The slight movements are enough to make me ready to bolt my load inside her.
As she works the tip of her finger inside her, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her breaths become loud and grunty as I pulse my cock in and out of her, never actually pulling out or emptying her.
Sh
e’s so fucking tight that she’s fighting her own slim finger. Pulling it out, I spit all the water pooling in my mouth onto her hole.
The shudder that wracks her body is intoxicating. Arabella may be the epitome of a lady, but with me…she can be whatever she wants to be. Dirty…lewd…
She could have me fill all her holes at once whilst dripping all over the place, and all I would see is the girl who gave me shit with her badly disguised smiles. I would only ever see the sacred being she is.
Throbbing around my cock, her cunt drips down my balls as I lubricate her arsehole with my spit. Pulling out to my tip, I then press in slowly at the same time as I guide her finger two knuckles deep, until her arm can’t stretch any more to go deeper.
“Work it.”
Swiping up her cream, I smear it around her finger.
The added pressure from her digit makes it impossible for me to control my thrusts. It feels too good. So fucking crammed that I feel her knuckle as I drag my cock in and out in time with the motion of her finger.
I know when she’s become adjusted to the pressure. The loosening of her body releases some of the chokehold on my dick.
“Add another.”
“What?” Her voice shakes as I slam inside her.
“Add. Another. Finger.” I punctuate my words with three quick, sharp thwacks to the top of her arse. “Pry that arse open for my cock.”
The sound of her groan as I pull her finger out is so throaty and husky that my balls pull taut. Dragging more of her wetness to her hole, I lubricate her index finger along with the one she already had inside her. It’s not enough though, so I spit one more time, watching as it runs down her crease to her clenching arsehole.
Using her fingers, I smear it over her puckered flesh before squeezing her fingers together and adding some pressure. The tip of the middle one goes in with a pleasured sigh, then as the other eases in, her breaths get louder. Desperate. Shakier.
“Oh my God…holy fuck, Christo…”
With her face buried in the duvet, it’s impossible to make out her muffled cries. But with the way she carries on pressing her fingers inside, moving them in shallow, measured thrusts, it’s obvious she’s enjoying it. And I love that. I love that she’s regained some of her confidence with me. It makes our intimacy all the more sweet and sexy.
God, she’s so fucking sexy with her body all strained and shaking with her heavy breaths. It makes it so hard for me to control myself. I’m aching to make her take every inch of my dick again. Aching to take her in the way she needs me to.
Planting myself as deep as I can in her pussy, I watch the way she fucks her arsehole. Slow at first. But her fingers steadily pick up pace, her knuckles kneading my cock over the thin wall separating her holes.
The glint of the soft light catching on her rings inflates my chest with so many feelings, I can’t contain them.