Instead of taking the hint, Asa glides one hand up my thigh and gently grazes his fingers around the outside of my opening. My breath catches, anticipation of him fucking me with his fingers tightening my body. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long.
He inserts one finger, pumps it inside me a couple of times, before he adds a second one.
“Fuck, Taylor, you’re so goddamn wet. I wonder if I could slide all five fingers in your pussy.”
His statement has me wiggling in his lap. I’ve heard of fisting. I’ve also heard that girls really enjoy it, saying the feeling is intense, but also gives them a satisfyingly full sensation. I personally have never been interested in trying it. The concept of having a man’s fist inside me has always seemed uncomfortable. But strangely, the thought of Asa pushing his entire hand in me doesn’t seem so daunting.
“I can tell that idea intrigues you, doesn’t it?” I don’t say anything, not sure if I would be willing to try it or not. “If I had more time here, we would definitely work up to trying it.” He emphasizes his statement by shoving a third finger in my pussy.
I hate to think about him leaving Silver Falls, so I push that thought aside.
I flick my finger over my clit, applying a bit of pressure, as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I move around on his lap, feeling his cock, still covered in his sleep shorts, pressing into the crevice of my ass cheeks. I want his clothes gone so I can feel him flesh against flesh.
Asa pulls his fingers out of me, and I let out a whiney moan. His breath fans across my ear when he chuckles. A choked breath rushes past my lips when his fingers move down to my asshole. He pushes the tip of one against my tight hole, and I don’t know whether to squirm away or press closer. I’ve never had anal sex, but I’m not opposed to it.
“I bet your ass would feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
My fingers speed up on my clit as I wiggle around on his lap again.
“You want me to take your ass, baby?”
“I-I…,” I moan, arching my back. “I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”
“That means I definitely have to take it.” He slips the tip of one of his fingers past the tight bundle of nerves. He doesn’t go in far, but he does pump it in and out of me several times. I’m surprised at how good it feels.
He pulls his finger out a moment later. “But not right now. We’ll save that for another time.”
His hand leaves me to wrap one arm around my waist, where he lifts me slightly from his lap. I feel his other hand go between our bodies. A second later, he sets me back down, and I feel the delicious sensation of his skin against mine. His shorts are shoved down, and he’s angled his cock so the length of it rests against my pussy. I’m so wet, his shaft easily slides between my folds without any help.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” I shift my hips, letting out a small cry when his cock slides against my sensitive flesh. The head bumps my clit, and I swear I see bright, twinkling stars behind my closed eyes.
Reaching between our legs, I lay the palm of my hand along his cock, applying pressure so he’s firmer against me. I lift my hips and let them drop back down so he slides back and forth between my lips.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, moving his own hips. “That feels so goddamn incredible.”
I’m almost sure I’m going to die if I don’t get him inside me, so the next time I shift upward I notch the head of his cock at my entrance. Instead of slowly sinking down on him like I had planned, Asa grabs my hips and jerks my ass down at the same time he thrusts up. The sudden invasion is intense, and I cry out.
All I can do is hold on to the arms of the chair as he fucks me with hard and quick thrusts over and over again. My orgasm is already building to epic proportions, and I’m not sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. Not that I do.
My tits bounce up and down with his rapid movements, and little mews of pleasure force their way past my lips.
All of a sudden, just before I’m pushed over the edge of lustful bliss, Asa wraps his arm around my waist and pushes us both to our feet. He shuffles me forward, his cock still deep inside me, and takes my hands to put them on the railing of the balcony. The hotel is only three stories high, so if anyone were to be walking by across the street and happened to look up, they could easily see us and know what we’re doing. Luckily, it’s the wee hours of the morning, so the chances of that happening are low.
“Don’t let go of the railing,” he growls. “Stay just like that. I wanna watch my cock slide in and out of your tight pussy.”
To show him I heard, my fingers tighten around the railing, and I push my hips backward.
“I’m close,” I warn on a breathless whimper when he begins fucking me again.
“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters in return. “I’m about to fill you up so much, my cum will be leaking out of you for days.”
It briefly crosses my mind that Asa’s not wearing a condom. This is the seventh time we’ve had sex, but the first time we’ve done it without protection. He knows I’m on the pill, and we’ve discussed our sexual pasts. Both of our last tests—which incidentally were within the last three months—came back clean.
Lightning quick, and just as intense, my orgasm slams into me. I shout Asa’s name, uncaring if anyone hears me
“Ahh, Jesus,” he chokes out, his movements becoming frantic, as his fingers dig into my waist hard enough to leave marks. I can feel the warmth of his release shooting inside me, and it intensifies my own.
His forehead drops between my shoulder blades, and I feel his heavy breath against my sweaty back. My head drops forward, and I pant, trying to catch my own breath.
After a moment, he wraps an arm around my torso and pulls me up so my back is flush against his chest. I can feel his rapid heartbeat matching my own.
As I stand there wrapped in his tight embrace, an ache begins to form in my chest. And no matter how hard I try to push it away, it won’t budge.
What in the hell am I going to do when he leaves?