Climb (Club Kitten Dancers 3)

“Yes.”

He moves his fingers up the opening on my shorts and soon he’s stroking my pussy softly. I keep myself shaved because I dance so much. I wear a lot of short-shorts for dancing and sometimes I even just dance in panties. While the girls I dance with would never judge me, I want everything clean and tidy in case there ever actually is some slippage.

Being bare makes me feel everything much more intensely. He slides his finger over my pussy and through my soft folds.

“Oh,” I groan. “Please.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that, baby. I asked you what you wanted. I didn’t ask you to beg.”

So that’s how this is going to go down.

He’s going to make me say it.

He’s going to make me ask.

If I want something, he’s going to make me tell him because that’s exactly who Elliott is. He’s precise. He’s intuitive. He’s a genius. He’s smart and calculating and he’s going to give me what I want, but he’s going to make me be brave.

He’s going to make me tell him.

Am I horny enough for that? Am I aroused enough to be blunt and bold? Am I past the part of my life where I’m afraid to ask a man for something in bed? I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that as a grown-ass woman, I can tell the guy I’m sleeping with, the guy I love, exactly what I want.

“Your fingers,” I say. “Give me two.”

“Two?” He raises an eyebrow. “I think I can handle that.”

Immediately, he fills me, and I groan once more. I close my eyes and just focus on the way it feels, on the way the sensations are washing over me. Everything feels tight and his fingers feel big, but good. I feel full.

“How do you like that, dirty girl?”

“Good.”

“Think you can take a third?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, shall we find out?”

I feel a third digit at my entrance and I want to protest, but I also don’t want to. I also want to see exactly what it’s going to feel like to have Elliott’s fingers inside of me, moving in and out, pushing me closer to an orgasm.

“Yes, please.”

“What do you want, Serenity?”

“Please put a third finger in me.”

“So polite,” he presses a kiss to each nipple. “I like it.”

Then he slides the third finger inside of me. Immediately, I realize I’m going to come. Quickly. If he moves, at all, I’m going to come. I’m close, suddenly. I’m on edge, and as soon as he begins to slide his fingers in and out of me, I’m going to explode on him. I’m going to have a killer fucking orgasm and it’s going to make me scream.

But Elliott doesn’t move.

He just watches me.

“What would you like me to do now, Serenity?”

“What?”

“I said there were a few options. Having my fingers inside of you is just one.”