“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“You’re very tight and small.”
“I told you I was a virgin,” I said.
“No, I just mean…I can feel it…and I can feel how tight you are. That’s going to hurt if you want me to take it the traditional way.”
I swallowed, glaring up at him. “If you were trying to convince me to fuck you eventually, you’re not helping your case.”
He kissed the side of my neck. “I have full confidence you can take it.”
Before I could answer, he pushed his finger up to his middle knuckle, burying it in me. I squirmed a little, my hands going up to seize his upper arms, desperately needing something to cling to. His bicep shifted as he tensed his forearm, stroking me gently. The strange sensation of intrusion began to fade, replaced by blossoming pleasure. My spine arced and I leaned into him, closing my eyes as he stroked me.
“I’ve been thinking about filling you up, baby girl,” he said against my neck. He pushed his finger in another inch. “Stretching this slick little cunt until it can’t take any more of me.”
I gasped. He’d talked dirty to me a little bit before, but nothing as obscene as what he whispered into the crook of my neck now. Heat pumped through me in rhythm with his fingers. I tensed my muscles around his finger and he made a low groan in his throat, his teeth grazing my skin.
“Fuck, I can feel you grip me,” he breathed.
He pulled his finger from me, swirled my wetness around the entrance, and pushed his pointer and middle finger into my pussy. A dart of pain moved through my hips, quickly replaced by pleasure so intense it made me bite my lip to keep quiet.
God, he knew how to use his hands.
He circled my soaked clit with his thumb. I was right on the edge and there was nothing I could do to stem the orgasm flooding my hips. I bit down on his shoulder, my body moving against his finger, riding out the pounding ecstasy. For as long as I could, until every drop was wrung out of me onto his fingers. He gave a low, strained growl in his throat and wrapped his free hand in my hair, holding me still as I gasped and writhed against him.
This was too good, too addicting. I wasn’t going to be able to give this up anytime soon.
He pulled from me slowly with an obscenely wet sound that sent a hot blush up my throat and cheeks. For a moment he looked down at his soaked hand, his profile a dark shadow in the dim kitchen. I caught my breath, staring at him. How had I never seen this side of him? This raw, real, covered in sweat and oil part of him? Had he really hidden it so well, tucked away beneath his suits and business meetings? And which side of him was the most real?
“Open,” he said.
His fingers hovered before my mouth. I hesitated, but his pale eyes were relentless, pushing me to indulge him. I could smell my arousal, staining his skin. Our gazes locked and I parted my lips and he slid his wet fingers between them.
The taste of my pussy spread across my tongue. He watched me suck it off his fingers, curling my tongue around each one, taking my time. His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his white t-shirt and fresh sweat glimmered at the base of his throat.
He wanted me. Badly.
“Does that taste good, baby?” he asked.
I nodded. “I like the way you taste more though.”
The corner of his mouth jerked up. “You haven’t really tasted me.”
My eyes dropped to his groin and my fingers moved toward it of their own accord. His hand came up in a swift movement, locking around my wrist, holding me back.
“Not yet,” he said.
“I want a taste too,” I whispered.
He took a hold of my jaw and forced my lips apart with gentle, persistent fingers. I fought him for a moment, unsure what he intended to do, but there was something in his gaze that made me want to trust him. To obey him. I parted my mouth and he moved close, looming over me where I sat on the sink.
His eyes were so close, glittering in the pale light from the window. His two fingers came up, slipping past my lips to press against the inside of my cheek. He hooked my mouth open. Then he leaned in and spat onto my tongue.
For a moment, I sat frozen in shock. Then my pussy pulsed with a jolt of acute arousal, almost as intense as an orgasm. He released me and stepped back an inch. My God, what was wrong with me that I liked that so much?
“Swallow,” he said.
Without thinking, I obeyed. Then I sat there, my body tingling and my jaw slack. He had rendered me wordless.