Trapped (Caged 2)

te touching—her nipples.

“You are driving me crazy,” she whispered into the dimly sit room.

“Turnabout, baby,” I said. “It’s all fair play.”

I rubbed my palm across her stomach, and my little finger just barely grazed the line of her pubic hair. With one finger extended, I lightly stroked her skin with the back of my nail around the edge. I continued over the inside of one thigh, and then the other one.

Tria squirmed.

“Be still!” I commanded, and she quieted her body. “That’s it…”

Very, very lightly, I teased over the top of her clit—almost touching but never quite getting there. Around and around I circled, like a bird waiting for just the right current to ride, until Tria was hardly able to contain herself.

“Spread your legs,” I told her, and she complied by moving her knees apart to give me better access. “There ya go, baby…that’s it.”

Still barely touching her skin, my fingers ran lightly between her legs, over her labia, across her clit, and then back down again. With two fingers, I spread her open.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I mumbled. “So fucking perfect.”

The tip of my finger entered her, and Tria gasped a little. Though she was wet, she was also already gripping my finger tightly. She was going to be a tight fit, and I was glad I had a modicum of foresight for once. I kissed her shoulder, then down her arm as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle there.

“What’s that?” Tria asked as she eyed my hand.

“Lube,” I said. I turned the little bottle so she could see Astroglide on the side of it.

“Why do we need it?” she asked as her cheeks turned red.

“Tria, I’m, uh…” I wasn’t really sure what to say without sounding like a prick, so I decided to just get it out there. “I’m a big guy, and you’re a virgin. This is going to make it easier and more comfortable for both of us.”

She looked off to the side, so I grabbed her chin and made her face me.

“There is nothing wrong with you!” I told her sternly. “They make this shit for a reason, you know.”

She seemed to consider that for a moment, then looked back to me as her hand came up and touched my face.

“You’re right,” she said.

“Damn straight I am,” I replied with a grin.

I kissed her, ran my tongue over her lips, and she reached out with her tongue into my mouth. I let her take the lead for a minute while my fingertips traced over her sides and around her breast. While she kept it up, I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed it a bit until a few drops were on my fingers.

I moved my hand from her side down her thigh. I kept my fingers off her skin until I moved around to the inside of her thigh and up between her legs. I circled her opening with the tip of my fingers, combining her own wetness with what was on my finger. This time when my finger pressed inside of her, there was less resistance. It entered her much more easily, and within just a few seconds, Tria’s hips started moving with the motion of my finger inside of her.

“There ya go,” I whispered against her neck. “Fuck, baby…you are so tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.”

Tria gasped at my words, her face and neck flushed, and her fingers gripped my arm.

My girl loved dirty talk, no doubt about it. It was a good thing, too, because I tended to get kind of mouthy.

“Oh yeah, baby…you have any idea how good you look spread out on the bed like that, just waiting to get fucked?”

“Liam…”

“Hush,” I told her. “Shut your mouth, close your eyes, and just feel this.”

I moved my finger in and out of her a few more times before adding another one. I could feel how tight she was, and though I wasn’t really sure what a hymen felt like, there was definitely resistance as I added a bit more pressure.

I circled her clit, pressing, rubbing, and rolling over it.