Her eyes fall closed, so I grab the end of her braid and tug the noose I made around her neck tighter.
“Keep your eyes open,” I order and her eyes snap open. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you with my fingers.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows against the restraint of her hair. It’s not tight enough to cut off her air supply, but it’s enough for her to know it’s there.
With my eyes pinned on hers, I rub my fingers between her pussy lips from her hole up to her clit. I pinch it between my fingers and she lets out a small cry, her eyes flaring wide. Releasing her little nub, I skate my fingers back down to her cunt and push a finger inside.
“So tight,” I whisper. “I can’t wait to have this wrapped around my dick.”
“Yes,” she hisses and clamps her walls around my finger.
I slip another in beside the first, and damned if I don’t almost come in my jeans. Warm and soft and slippery. The best thing I’ve felt in a long time.
Inserting a third finger, I use the heel of my palm and press it against her clit. Her legs wobble, becoming weak, and I feel the weight of her body sagging. I hold her up by my fingers in her pussy and pushing my hips against her ass.
“Ahh… shit. It’s too much,” she whimpers. In the mirror, her eyes drift down to where she’s impaled on my fingers.
“Not enough,” I growl in return. I pull my fingers free then shove them back in, making sure my palm rubs against her clit. “I want you to come on my fingers. Come on, you can take it.”
She shakes her head emphatically.
“Yes,” I demand and pump my fingers faster. “Give me what I want, Gypsy.”
She tosses her head back until it thumps back against my shoulder. I don’t make her open her eyes when they fall shut. I do keep mine on her face though. She’s mesmerizingly stunning in the throes of passion. It’s a picture I know I’ll keep with me forever.
Curling my fingers inward, I hit the spongy flesh inside. Her inner walls clamp down on me impossibly tight and she lets out a loud cry with her release. I cover her mouth with my other hand to muffle the sound. The last thing we need is for someone to hear her cries and come to investigate. Judge has already caught us twice. I’m not sure I’d be able to hold back from beating his ass a third time.
My cock hurts in its tight confinement. It takes iron will to force back the need to pull my cock free and plunge into her warm sheath. Later. Later, I’ll know what it feels like to be surrounded by her.
Once her walls stop constricting, I slowly pull them free of her body. Her eyes open and meet mine. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I lick away her essence. The taste of her is damn near my undoing.
“My new favorite taste,” I tell her huskily once I’ve sucked away all her juices.
Her cheeks, already flushed from her orgasm, pinken even more. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Why?” I turn her around to f
ace me and unwind her hair around her neck. Her dress falls back down her legs.
“Because we’re supposed to be outside at the barbeque. Had someone come in and heard….” She trails off.
“They would have turned around and went back out.” I say, trying to appease her worry.
“Yeah, but they still would have known what we were doing. It’s rude to make out in someone’s house like we just did.”
I chuckle and cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip. Her mouth opens slightly, tempting me to shove my finger inside and demand she suck.
“What we did was more than make out, wouldn’t you say? Besides, I can guarantee Trouble wouldn’t have cared.”
She frowns. “But I would have cared.”
Smiling indulgently, I pull back from her. “Well, then, let’s go back outside before they send a search party.”
“Okay.” She hesitates for a moment, her lip going between her teeth. “Do I look okay? I mean, do I look like—”
“You just rode my fingers and came all over my hand?”
She scowls and slaps my chest. “JW, I’m being serious. I can’t go out there looking like we were just fooling around. These people are your friends, not mine. You can get away with it.”