"Do you want me to?"
"I don’t…I don’t know," she replies, her voice shaking again. This time, I can sense her desire, but there’s something else there too. Some hesitation that wasn’t there before. "Like, how fun can it be for you?"
I laugh under my breath. "Some people like it, some people don’t. You might like it. And I want to figure out everything that you like."
"Why?" she asks softly.
"Why? Because I want to make you scream," I say. "But I wouldn’t ever do something you don’t want me to do."
"No, you…you can," she says. "If you want to."
I want to, but it seems like she needs me to convince her. "People have a high concentration of nerve endings here," I say, sticking my finger in my mouth so I can wet it as I slowly press against her asshole. She makes this delicious, throaty sound and her hips move a little, even though I’ve barely touched her. Looking at her like this is making it hard to wait, but I need her to be comfortable. I’m going to wait as long as she needs me to. "And there’s a nerve here that connects right to your clit, so as you get more relaxed back here, you can have a really fucking insane orgasm from this."
She takes a second to think about it, and she moans as I breathe out hard against her. She’s still spread open in front of me, and she looks so fucking gorgeous and wild and ready. "Okay," she says. "But I might not like it. Are you good at it?"
"Exceptionally good, yes," I say. "At least that’s what I hear."
She laughs. "This is weird, but I believe you," she says, arching her ass toward me.
"Just talk to me," I say. "That’s all I want from you. Tell me if you don’t like it, and we can do something else. You still want me to fuck you, right?"
"Yes," she says. "I still want you to fuck me."
"Let me get you ready first," I say. I know she’s ready—I can see it in the way she’s moving, in the way she sounds, in how she smells. But fuck, I want so much of her—I want to watch her squirm under me as she comes.
This might be a little much for her, so I’m sure to take my time, flattening my tongue against her opening as she writhes under me. My right hand finds her clit as my left hand holds her hip in place.
She’s enjoying this—I know she is, I can see her body trembling, I can feel how much wetter she’s getting under my touch even though she’s already soaked. I pull my face away from her, and she arches her hips toward me again. "You taste amazing," I say. "What do you want?"
"Keep going," she says. "Please. Don’t stop."
I do what I’m told, pressing my tongue softly inside her as I stroke her clit, harder this time, until she’s practically rocking back against me and burying her face in the pillow in front of her. Her legs are shaking, and her body is tensing up with each one of my movements, and all I want is to see her let go.
So I pull away from her, just so I can tell her. "It’s okay, beautiful," I say. "You can come for me whenever you’re ready. You can just…let go."
"Fuck," she says, just loud enough for me to hear, and I go back to flicking my tongue against her hole and fingering her with my free hand, my index finger flat against her clit as she crumbles under me, her body growing so hot that it feels like her skin is about to burn me.
She screams into the pillow under her, and I can hear her whimpers—I think she’s saying don’t stop over and over again, but it’s hard to tell because her speech is muffled by the pillow. I can feel her muscles clench against my fingers as she comes, and she isn’t able to hold her body up anymore.
She slumps down on the bed, falling onto her stomach, and I press the hand that’s still inside of her—still feeling each twitch against my fingers, and fuck, she’s so tight—against her so I can gently guide her back on her knees.
"Do you want my dick now?" I ask.
"Yes," she says, turning to look at me, her eyes glassy. "I want you to fuck me. Please."
There’s nothing nicer than hearing her beg, the way her voice cracks when she speaks. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold on when I push my cock into her, and we quickly find a rhythm. I can tell that Trine is exhausted, but I’m going to let her ride the wave of this orgasm as much as possible because I want to see her lose control again. I bury myself inside of her, and she moans and writhes and screams as her pussy tenses around my cock.
Then she’s pushing herself up against me, asking me to come inside of her, telling me she wants me to, needs me to, and I can’t hold back any longer. I hold her in place as all my muscles tense up, finishing inside of her as her pussy clenches around me. She throws her head back, her moans so loud I’m absolutely certain the next room can hear it.
She collapses under me after a second, and I move aside so I can flop down on my back on the bed.
I can hear her laugh into the pillow before she finally manages to move, both of us still trying to catch our breath. "So," she says, threading her fingers in my hair. "Do you still want to get breakfast?"