He pushes a little deeper.
"Please. More."
Deeper.
"Please."
There. He drives his fingers into me.
Then he's pulling them out.
Another thrust.
Another.
My body relaxes. He's giving me what I need. Exactly what I need.
He fucks me with his fingers.
It's rough. Hard. Fast.
And it feels so fucking good.
"Brendon," I breathe. "Please."
"Say it again, angel."
"Brendon."
He drives his fingers into me. Again. Again. Again.
All that tension in my sex knots.
Almost.
Almost.
There.
I groan his name again and again as all that tension unwinds. An orgasm rocks through me. It pushes every last inhibition from my brain.
He throws me onto the bed on my stomach.
Peels my panties to my knees.
I hear his zipper undo.
Then his hand is around my throat.
And his body is on top of mine, his chest against my back, his cock nudging my thigh.
Nudging my sex.
There.
With one swift movement, he drives inside me.