The finger stroked around the edge of my clit. Far. Too. Gently.
There was no way I wanted him to stop that in order to cook.
“I can eat breakfast anytime, any day,” I said. The same could not be said of getting him doing that.
“Hands on the table. Spread your legs wide.”
My pussy got one-gallon wetter at those words, and I wasn’t about to question the instructions.
I placed my feet about two feet apart; at the same time, I was aware of him getting on his knees behind me, but his one hand maintained contact with my pussy. His touch was so light, too light, and too gentle. It was torture.
Placing my hands on the table, I leaned forward to give him easier access. With increasing pressure, his two fingers nestled in either side of my clit, and a third began to gently stroke over it. But I could hardly focus on that when his face was buried in the crack of my ass.
I was aware of his nose a split second before his warm wet tongue washed up the length of that valley. And without a pause, he did it again. The third time he lingered over my rear hole, and the fourth time his tongue applied extra pressure there as if he wanted to enter it.
The action shocked a tiny part of me. We’d never done anything like that before; I’d never experience anything like it.
And I had no idea that I had such a sensitive erogenous zone right there.
I moaned and panted, but I didn’t move because I didn’t want him to stop any of it. My skin prickled with heat and arousal while his actions blew my mind.
My brain whirred, confused by all the sensations and further confused by how he did so much to me. With fingers still around and on my clit, another pressed inside me; it must have been his thumb because he still had a hand on my ass and a finger pressing against my tight rear ring.
And I was ready to explode.
How did he turn me from a girl seeking sustenance to a wild sex-crazed animal in only a few minutes? And how did he understand my body better than I did?
I wanted him inside my ass, and that thought had never occurred to me before, but right then, I wanted it so bad. A finger or even his huge cock. I just wanted him to bend me over that table and fuck my ass hard and fast and make me scream. Only Cooper being there too would have made it even better.
I cried out and pushed back against his finger. It slipped into my ass, and with everything else going on, all the wonderful things he was doing to my pussy, I completely lost control.
The climax rolled through me suddenly and unexpectedly. My whole body tensed, and Nolan gave me what I needed. He finger fucked both my holes and continued to rub my clit at the same time.
I had never had an orgasm like it. It tore through my whole body in an instant.
Hot.
So hot.
Shattered.
Crashed.
“Nolan. Nolan. Nolan.” I became aware of myself repeating his name, but I’d said some incomprehensible rubbish before that. “Stop. Please. I can’t.” I really couldn’t finish the sentence.
I remained still, and he withdrew his fingers and just held me there.
“I got you,” he said gently.
After what seemed like a few minutes, I found the energy to move and speak again. “That was incredible.”
I got back up to my feet and turned to face him, but to my disappointment, he walked away.
“Don’t you want to carry on?”
He grinned at me like I’d asked the most stupid question possible. Of course he wanted to carry on.
“I’m gonna wash my hands.” He glanced toward the kitchen sink. “And Coop will be here soon, so I’ll cook us food.”
“But...” I looked at the bulge in his jeans. The massive bulge and the telltale wet patch.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside prompted us both to glance toward the window and stopped me from making any comment about continuing.
“Later, there’s plenty of time. And that’ll be Coop. He’s been out checking up on the far side of the ranch. Sit down. I’ll make some breakfast.”
Easy for him to say, but my lower parts were all tingly. I pulled the T-shirt and Coop’s plaid shirt both down as far as possible to cover my bottom and sat on them.
“Have you been up long?” I asked to take my mind away from the gutter it currently lived in.
“Er, long enough to check for damage around the ranch, feed the dogs, and let them out. It seems we survived well enough.”
Nolan began to pull out so much food from the fridge he might have been about to prepare a feast.
“I’m in charge of the kitchen. Coop says if I ever decide to give up on the ranching life, I can get a job in a burger joint. Cheeky fucker.”