Chapter Twenty-One #2
And Sharon is not clueless, not at all. She’s using the heel of her hand to rub on her clit as those three fingers thrust in and out of her.
I asked Sharon to do this because I knew it would be unspeakably hot, which it is, fuck, it is, but I also wanted a little reassurance that as virginal as she is, she’s not a stranger to being penetrated.
And it seems she really isn’t. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain or have any discomfort as she pushes her fingers in and out of her cunt.
I don’t imagine they’re going very deep, maybe only up to her second knuckle, simply because of the angle her hand is in, but I bet that pressure on her clit feels good.
Noticing her strokes are gradually getting quicker, more irregular, I suddenly don’t want her to come like this, at her own hand.
I want her next orgasm. And the one after that.
Climbing up on the bed, I pull her hand out of her knickers and I bring the same three fingers back to my mouth.
I suck on them, tasting her again, and she’s just as delicious as she was a moment ago.
Salty, sweet, tangy and clean. I have half a mind to put my mouth on her again, but I told her what I wanted to do, and I don’t like to break my promises.
“Can I fuck you now?” I ask when her hand is out of my mouth.
She nods.
“Words, Sharon, I need your words.”
“Yes, you can fuck me.”
“With three fingers?”
She hums contentedly. “Yes.”
I lift my hand and turn it over in the space between us, like I’m inspecting it for the first time. “Or maybe four?”
Her eyes widen as they study my hand. “You think I can take it?” she asks.
“Only one way to find out.”
I lean down and kiss her belly again, my tongue lapping at the warm, giving rolls. She would make the perfect pillow. The perfect bed companion on cold winter nights. The perfect way to fall asleep and wake up.
For some other lucky woman.
“Move up the bed,” I say when I lift my head.
She does as I request, even if it’s a little hesitant. I move up the bed with her, making sure I’ve got enough room to kneel between her legs. The movement makes the scent of her bedlinen reach my nose. It’s a fresh smell, like blossoming roses just after their buds open.
“I’m going to take your underwear off now,” I tell her as I tuck my fingers into the cotton waistband. She nods and then watches as I slide her knickers down her thick thighs. I smile when I see the dark mark of a wet patch.
“And now I’m going to kiss you again, but this time, while I lick your clit, I’m going to slide my fingers inside you and feel just how hot and wet you are for me.”
“I…” she says, and I swear to God, if she is going to protest, to tell me she’s not wet for me when I can see her pink flesh is slick with desire, I’m going to give her hell. But no other words follow. I wait a few seconds and then continue doing what I said I would do.
I use my tongue to play with her clit; little flicks, long licks, a lot of pressure, a barely-there touch. She moans and I know now she’s resigned to this, what I’m about to do to her.
No, not resigned. Surrendered. She’s surrendering to me so very beautifully.
“Good girl,” I tell her between kisses and licks and sucks. “You’re being such a good girl.”
“God, you’re so patronising,” she grunts out through gritted teeth while still wriggling under my touch.
I lift my mouth off her. “Oh, you want me to stop?”
Her hand lands on the back of my head and pushes me down. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Before I make contact with her pussy again, I manage to tell her, “I’m going to put two fingers inside you now.”
“Do it,” she says immediately and I love how desperate she sounds, even while trying to match my bossiness.
My first two fingers slide in easily and my breath catches as I feel how hot and wet and tight she is.
I’d forgotten just how silky smooth a cunt can be, and how good it feels when it squeezes your fingers tight.
I want to push another one in immediately, to feel even more of her grip around me, but I know that wouldn’t be right.
Besides, I have to figure out where all her special places are.
I need to discover what feels good to her.
So I probe. I probe and push and stroke and listen attentively to every noise she makes.
When I feel the spongy texture of what I believe is her G-spot, and she shudders involuntarily, I stay there, playing with her as I lick and suck on her clit.
There’s more moaning and more shaking. That’s when I add a third finger.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans as she clamps down around my three middle fingers. But there’s absolutely no resistance in her tone, or in the way she starts to ride my hand as I keep my lips on her.
I only lift my mouth of her to ask, “Want more?”
She’s whimpering as she answers. “Yes, no, I don’t know. I… fuck, I’m so close.”
I knew this. She’s dripping wet, and thrusting her hips against my mouth like she can’t control a single movement and I’m so close to coming myself that I’ve even moved away from the heel of my foot because an orgasm would detract from my focus on making Sharon come.
“We’ll try, okay? We’ll try and if it doesn’t feel good, you’ll tell me. Right? Because if you don’t—”
“You’ll be angry, I know,” she says in a breathy rush. She lifts her head over the luscious landscape that is her breasts and her belly and she holds my eye contact as I retract my fingers and spit on them.
I push all four of my fingers into her slowly.
Keeping my eyes on Sharon, I turn my hand so I’m not stretching her horizontally but vertically, wanting to see if that helps.
But if Sharon is struggling, she’s showing no signs of it as she throws her head back onto the pillow.
There’s a small arch in her back, her breasts falling further apart and her nipples pointing to the ceiling.
She brings a hand to her mouth and bites down on its side.
It muffles the moan that leaves her lips.
“Feeling good?” I ask before bending down and putting my tongue on her clit again.
“Oh, God, fuck, yes. I can’t… I didn’t… Fuck, please don’t stop.”
I have absolutely no plans to. At least not tonight. I will not stop making Sharon feel good tonight. I will give her as much of this as she is willing to take. I won’t stop until she’s asleep, satiated and preferably in my arms.
Sharon’s orgasm comes suddenly, her cunt clenching around my knuckles and her body convulsing under my hands.
I have to move to keep my mouth on her, but I persist, wanting this orgasm to be harder, better, sweeter than the last. I want it to be the kind of climax she never forgets, even when years and years have passed and I am nothing but a distant memory.