“Do you know what this spot is?” he asks.
I shake my head, because I can’t tell what he’s touching with his hand in the way, and my clothes blocking the rest of the view. His finger dips, pressing into me, and then I gasp. I do know what that spot is. “That’s my vagina.”
“That’s right. That’s where I’d enter you when we make love.” His tongue brushes over the spot behind my ear again, making me squeal and jerk against his hand. “How does it feel with my finger there are your entrance?”
“Strange,” I manage, panting. It feels a little bit invasive, but I also feel the odd need to bear down on his hand and let him push into my body. It doesn’t feel like too much, though, and so I shift against him, trying to decide if I like the sensation or not.
“Want me to push into you?” His teeth glide against the shell of my ear again, his words hot and arousing. “My finger’s not nearly as big as my cock, but it’ll give you an idea of what it feels like when I’ll finally be inside you.”
That makes me shiver. “I want to feel that, yes.”
“That’s because you’re so brave,” he murmurs, and it sounds like such a compliment. “My good, brave, sweet mate.”
And slowly, he pushes a finger deep inside me.
CHAPTER 66
HELEN
I can’t remain still. Not with Mathiras’s finger invading every bit of my body. I pant, shifting on his lap, trying to get comfortable with the feeling. It’s not quite…good? But it’s also not bad, either. I don’t know how to describe it, because it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever felt before.
Behind me, Mathiras groans, the sound low and hungry, and it’s the same sound he makes when I put my hands on his cock in the shower. It ripples through me, sending heat and pleasure through my body. “Do you want me to stop touching you, Helen?”
“N-no?” I go still when his nose brushes against the frill of my ear. “It just feels strange.”
“Does it feel like too much?”
“I don’t think so…?” It feels like a lot, but in a different way. Like if this is just his finger, I’m not sure how the rest of him is going to fit deep inside me. Perhaps I’ve been made too small. “Does everything feel…okay? On your end?”
“Better than okay.” His mouth brushes against the sensitive spot behind my ear, his tongue sliding over it, and my body jolts with awareness.
I gasp, because for some reason, his mouth feels different—more intense—now that his finger is deep inside me. I wriggle on his hand, and he groans. I bite my lip, because I’m getting all kinds of sensations moving through me. I don’t know what to think. I want them to stop…and at the same time, I want them to keep going. “Your mouth. It feels different now.”
“You’re more sensitive like this?” He’s practically purring against my ear. “Can I put my tongue here again? Or is it too much?”
“No,” I pant quickly. “I think you should do it. I think I need you to do it.”
He licks at the spot behind my ear again, and I make a strangled sound in my throat. That felt good, but for some reason, I feel tense, too. His other hand cups my breast, his thumb moving over my nipple and teasing it to an aching point as his finger twitches and shifts inside me. I gasp again, taking several deep, jerking breaths, because now everything feels like a lot. Like I need to clench my entire body up and push his hands away…but I don’t want to. “Matty…”
“Do you want me to stop? I’ve got you, Helen.” His voice is soft and soothing. “If you want to explore what it feels like to come, I’ve got you.”
“Should I feel…tense like this?”
“Mmmhmm.” His voice is liquid pleasure, indolent and soft and sensual, and just for me. I close my eyes and press back against him, wanting to drown in that delicious voice of his. “It’s going to feel like it’s building and building. You’re going to ache, and it’s a good ache, but you’re going to want more. And the more you chase it, the more tense your body will feel until everything erupts, and then you’ll feel so keffing good afterwards, Helen. I promise you.”
“I want to feel good,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
He groans again, and his finger moves inside me. I gasp, because it sends a flurry of sensations through my body, and when he licks the spot behind my ear, it makes everything inside me clench tight around him. He teases my nipple and rocks his finger in my body, until I’m squirming and panting against him. I feel like I need to move, and when I buck my hips, he makes another one of those rumbling noises of pleasure.