“I think…” I licked my lips, taking in the hypnotic motion of his hand as he cracked his knuckles. “I think I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
“Lie back. Put a pillow beneath your hips. It helps.” He reached for the bottle of lube and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me.
“You’ve done this before?” I asked, a sudden stab of nerves both startling and thrilling me. This was so…obscene. So incredibly vulgar that I had never even let myself look at porn of the act.
We were so going to level up in the kink department tonight.
“I have.” He put a few drops of lube on his fingertips. “The width of my hand has been a problem before, so don’t feel as though you’ve failed if you can’t take it all. We’ll stop if it doesn’t feel good, and go back to what does.”
That made me even more nervous. Men’s hands were such a turn-on for me, Neil’s especially, with the fat veins and wiry brown hairs across the back. He got frequent manicures, a vanity I’d once teased him about, until he’d pointed out that he’d never once snagged me with a splintered nail while fingering me.
But still, we were talking about a whole fist going into a tight spot. He was right, it probably was better that we didn’t include it in a scene the very first time we tried it, and just related to each other as Neil and Sophie.
With his lubricated fingertips, he massaged my labia and perineum, and placed his index fingers inside to gently stretch me. I was already wet and wanting from what he’d done to me before, but multiple orgasms had swollen the pillowy tissues of my cunt. When he slipped his index and middle fingers inside me to the knuckle, I worried it would be an impossible fit.
“Relax and breathe,” he reassured me gently. “Do you want to stop?”
“No, I’m just a little afraid,” I said with a tremulous smile. This was like jumping into a cold pool; I wanted to go swimming, but the initial submersion frightened me. “I trust you. Let’s keep going.”
For a long while, he rubbed his fingers in me, hooking them to knead the floor of my cunt, twisting his wrist to sooth the top and sides. I took deep breaths and willed myself to relax; it wouldn’t work if I were tense. He pumped more lube onto his hand, although I could feel my own fluids leaking around him, and slowly, with a cupped palm, slid three fingers inside me.
The three digits together still weren’t nearly as thick as his penis, but the difference in shape produced an almost fuller sensation. The knuckle of his middle finger rasped over my g-spot and I moaned, rocking my hips a little, wishing he would push deeper.
“Tell me when you’re ready for more,” he said softly, his other hand stroking the insides of my thighs. “You’re guiding this now.”
I reached down to touch my clit, and the pinprick feeling in that over-sensitive bundle of nerves made me hiss in discomfort. Neil’s hand stopped moving immediately.
“No, it’s not that. Keep going,” I assured him, and the desperation in my voice must have convinced him, because he resumed his gentle ministrations.
A hot flush broke over my skin, shivers skating down my arms and legs. I was gripped by the unique thrill of sexual exploration. At my urging, he picked up a little speed, steadily twisting and withdrawing. Emboldened by this new territory we were exploring, I couldn’t wait for me. Wetting my lips, I said on a shaky breath, “Okay. You can add another.”
This time, he withdrew his hand completely to apply more lube, all the way down to the back of his hand. He turned his wrist and inserted all four of his fingers, corkscrewing them gently to open me. My cunt stretched wide around them, and an animal moan passed over my lips. It felt so impossibly good, so incredibly large. His thumb stroked over my clit, and I moved my own hand aside to make room. He withdrew, curling his fingers just a bit, then pushed slowly back in, creating a wave of stimulation that made my body undulate in a similar fashion.
“You can go a little faster,” I panted.
He obliged. “Is this alright?”
Alright? It felt fucking fantastic. Any reservations I’d had dissipated at the feeling of those four fingers gliding over every ripple and ridge of my cunt, making me clench. I worked my clit in furious circles, arching my hips up. That proved a bit unpleasant, a bit too much pressure on my pelvis, and I dropped down again as he softly admonished, “Careful now.”
“It feels so fucking good,” I moaned, my free hand gripping the duvet. “Don’t stop!”
“Not unless my hand breaks,” he said with a chuckle. He pumped and curled his fingers, coaxing wet sounds from my pussy. I couldn’t shake the voracious appetite that had gripped me. I feared it would never be sated.
“Please, just do it,” I gasped.
“Everything?” he clarified, rolling his thumb against me.
“Yes, please.” I nodded, and my sweaty hair plastered to the back of my head.
He withdrew his hand and pumped more lube over it, so much that it ran down his arm when it mingled with my own natural lubricant. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his cupped hand into my cunt, his thumb folded against his palm.
The addition of his thumb created a startlingly different shape and size, at least, more so than I had expected. All of the lube made even the widest part of his hand slide in easily, and my breath whooshed out of me on a startled gasp.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern rippling across his brow. “I can stop—”
“No, don’t.” I reached down to feel for his hand, and found only his wrist, the tendons flexed at the entrance of my cunt. “Oh my god.” My voice quavered. “Oh my god, it’s really in there.”
“It is.” He took his free hand and covered my own. “Tell me how deep is too deep.”