He adds more lube and works me with his finger. I let my eyes flutter closed. I forget everything but the sensations.
More lube. A second finger.
Damn. That's a lot of pressure. But it feels good.
Dirty.
Like I'm offering myself to him.
He works me with both fingers. Then it's more lube. And he's going deeper, faster.
He pulls his hand back. "Get on your hands and knees, angel."
Slowly, I shift into position on all fours, my legs spread as wide as they can go.
Joel positions his body behind mine. He spreads my cheeks, then he's working me with his fingers again. One. More lube. Two. More lube. Three.
I want more.
I want him inside me.
I can't believe how badly I want it.
"Please," I breathe.
He groans. Still, he works me. Every single one of my nerves is awake. I'm really ready for this.
He pulls his hand back. Then he's spreading lube over his cock. His hands go to my hips.
His tip strains against my anus.
Slowly, he enters me.
Fuck.
That's a lot more intense than his fingers.
But it feels fucking good.
Different, but good.
He starts with shallow thrusts. Then he goes deeper. Faster. Harder.
He reaches for the vibrator with his clean hand. Then he's turning it on, dragging it down my pelvis.
He presses it against my clit.
Against my sex.
He's going to—
Fuck.
"Yes," I groan.
He teases my sex with the toy again and again.
Then he slides it inside me.