“Mickey,” she panted, saying my name in that beautiful way that only she could. “Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!”
It poured out of her like a chant, one that was so nice, so sweet to my ears. I pumped my finger inside of her to that very rhythm, not relenting until I considered her ready for another finger.
I knew her like a well-choreographed fight by now. It took three fingers for her to usually fall apart by my hand. But that didn’t mean that I could wind her up as high as possible before getting her there.
Her volume increased, all of her panting and crying out for me. It was quite the ego boost, seeing her undone by my ministrations, and I could watch it forever.
“That’s my girl,” I soothed, letting go of her breast with my other hand and using it to press down against the soft padding of her lower stomach. I knew that with just the right amount of pressure, it made her feel it that much more when I stimulated her g-spot within her. “Don’t you look so pretty for me, all spread out like this.”
“Just for you,” she breathed, her eyes screwing shut as she bucked again, trying to ride my hand. “Only for you.”
God damn, my dick perked up at that, the last of my refractory period waning as she continued to whine for me. Normally I would like to draw out our love making as long as I could, but she had had such a long day that I figured I should wrap things up soon.
Finally, I added that third finger and curled them within her, looking for that spot that drove her wild. I found it, just as I always did, and soon she was climaxing right into my palm, bucking and half-crying and holding onto me for dear life.
She always came so prettily, her cheeks flushed and her mouth open and her pupils dilated like she was drugged. I kept on fucking her with my fingers until she started to wince from over sensitivity, and only then did I pull away from her.
“I want to feel you,” she said, looking up at me looking so blissed out that I could almost come right then and there. “Fill me, please.”
How could I say no to that? I posted myself over her, aligning myself with her center and pushing in slowly.
We both groaned at it, the delicious friction, the stretch and pull of it all. Even after all of our time together, she was still so tight around me, like a vice that I barely fit into. I loved it, and I was never going to get tired of it, and the thought that she was mine and only mine made me want to rut into her like an animal.
“Don’t hold back,” she said as if she could read my thoughts. “I can take it.”
I knew she could. The wide berth of her hips, the perfect softness of her, the thick swells of her thighs and the soft cushion of her middle, all of it was made to take everything I could give. I had intended to be tender with her, to be slow and careful and make her weep with impatience. But if she wanted more, if she wanted me to thrust into her like a barbarian until we were both satisfied, well, I would give her whatever she wanted.
I picked up the pace, drawing all the way out and then thrusting right back into her until I was completely sheathed. She always let out a sharp, potent little sound to punctuate every time I was seated fully in her, and that just made me want to draw even more out of her.
So, I did. I put my everything into her, sliding my arms under her thighs and hitching her legs up to practically fold her in half while I drove into her without relent. I kept an eye on her face, however, making sure I never pushed it too far, but she seemed so happy to take whatever I gave her.
It was all so much. The baby, her kinda-confession of love, the way she always melted under me like some sort of goddess. I loved it, and I felt my end rapidly approaching me.
“Are you close, baby?” I asked, punctuating my question with a few solid thrusts. “Can you come for me? I want to feel you around me when you lose it.”
“I…” she panted and screwed her eyes shut, as if she was thinking. “I think I can.”
“That’s a good girl,” I soothed, letting go of one of her legs so my thumb could slide over and around that sensitive bundle of nerves just how I knew she liked. “Just let go for me. Let me take care of you.”
“You always do.”
“And I always will,” I assured her, bending in half so I could catch her lips in mine and putting more pressure on that sensitive little clit of hers.