Elise spreads her legs. It means she has to balance on the balls of her feet.
I let go of her hair and stand beside her, one hand on her lower back.
“Keep your ass in the air.” Elise arches another inch. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I want this to last for the rest of my life.
I run my other hand over the curve of her ass. Test a handful. Squeeze. That’ll leave a faint red handprint, but it won’t last.
“I’m not interested in being rough with this part of you.”
She makes a sound like a question through the lace.
My answer is to cup her pussy with my hand.
“Oh, sweetness. You’re fucking soaked.”
She rocks her hips, trying to get more contact, but I give her a firm tap on her lower back.
“Stay where I put you.”
It’s not easy. She arches her back, her body trembling from head to toe, and concentrates. I explore all her wet folds with my fingers. Circle her clit in a perfunctory, experimental way that gives her practically nothing. Dip my fingertips into her opening and lick the sweet taste of her off my fingers. “Christ, you taste good. Forget cake. Next year, I want to lick you for my birthday. All fucking day.”
Elise whines through the lace.
“Stop. You’re nowhere near crying.”
I add pressure to her lower back, increasing the illusion that I’m actually pinning her, and put my fingers back between her legs.
She wants me to touch her clit. I drag my fingers in the opposite direction, to her tight, tiny hole.
Elise freezes when I touch her there. A few gentle passes to start. Almost no pressure.
When she starts to relax, I push my finger inside to the knuckle.
She makes a panicked sound through her gag and curls her hips into the mattress.
“A brave thing like you isn’t afraid, sweetness. Keep your feet on the floor. What is this, hiding? Lift up the way I told you.”
A few deep breaths, and she arches her back again. This has the effect of pushing my finger in a bit deeper.
I take it out and lean down to speak into her ear.“That’s a good girl.”
An embarrassed, begging moan. That’s a fucking good girl.
I get the little bottle from the bedside table and slick up my fingers. Palm on her lower back. I hold her shaking body in place, put a fingertip to her hole, and push my finger all the way inside with a long, slow stroke.
Thenoisesthis woman makes. It’s a good thing I brought the panties.
“Concentrate on relaxing, sweetness. You’re so fucking tight. Fuck—I can’t wait to fuck you here, but you’re clenching so hard that I’ll have trouble adding another finger. To be clear, I don’t mind the difficulty, but you might.”
I rub circles on her lower back. Lean down and drop kisses to her spine.
“You’re out of time,” I announce, then take my finger out and push back in with two.
“Ah,” Elise says through her gag. “Ah.” Then something likeGabriel.
“You’re doing quite well. I know how it can burn. Don’t fight. That’s a good girl.” All her muscles clench. I don’t have to touch the insides of her thighs to know they’re dripping. “Now. You’re expecting three fingers, and that’s not what you’re going to get.”
A shiver goes through her body along with a garbled question through the gag.