Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [105]
“I—I’m not sure.” She peeked over her shoulder again. “But I definitely need more of something.”
His wicked grin said he could read her state of excitement loud and clear. Slowly, he hooked one arm around her waist, warm and firm, and leaned over her back, pressing his chest there, to whisper slowly, deeply in her ear, all seriousness. “Is there anything else I can do for you, baby? Anything we haven’t done, haven’t tried—any games we haven’t played that you want to play? Any pleasure I can bring you that I haven’t brought you already?”
His hard length had slid fully into the crease of her ass again, and she found herself desiring more sensation there, and peeking numbly over her shoulder at his face, then lower, but not saying anything.
He rubbed gently against her, and she moaned.
The next time she looked back at him, his eyes twinkled darkly. “You want me to fuck your tight little ass.” A statement, not a question.
She shivered and replied honestly. “Actually, I’m afraid of it. Afraid it will hurt and ruin the night.”
His face was only an inch from hers when he said, “I would never let that happen.” And without waiting for her to answer, he pulled her up with that anchoring arm onto her hands and knees and dipped two fingers from his free hand into the damp flesh between her thighs. “Oh God,” she said at the unexpected touch, surprised when he pushed them deep, all the way inside her pussy. She responded, unable not to, thrusting back against them, taking them to the hilt. She let out hot breaths with each stroke, aware she could hear them moving in her wetness.
Which is when he pulled them out.
She tossed a look over her shoulder, ready to protest—when he slid one wet finger smoothly into her asshole.
“Oh!” she cried out, both startled and weakened. She’d never felt anything like it. New, fresh, hot sensation in an entirely different opening.
Just like with her pussy, he began sliding his finger in and out—and she followed her instincts, starting to move gingerly against it, meeting the soft drives. Her face flushed with heat as she tried to get used to this new sort of fucking, and her arms began to feel weak. But her body continued moving, taking, accepting, wanting more.
“How’s that, baby?” he asked. “Feel good?”
She couldn’t deny it—although an “mmm” was the only answer she could manage.
“That’s right,” he said softly. “Fuck my fingers. Fuck my fingers with your sweet little ass.”
She was about to think, Fingers? As in more than one? when she felt a second enter. “Oh God, Braden.”
“Good?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
Soon, he thrust harder, rougher, and she heard her hot whimpers but was barely aware of making the sounds. She was losing herself in the odd sensation, feeling her body filling with heat, and aware she wanted more.
“You want my cock there, baby?” he leaned near her ear to ask.
She knew it was a rhetorical question, knew he was planning to give it to her whether or not she was brave enough to ask for it. But a sense of self-preservation made her utter one word amid her intense arousal. “Scared.”
He slowed the drives of his fingers and spoke soothingly. “Nothing to fear, honey, I promise. Just relax. And enjoy. Think about how good your ass feels right now. Think about how you want more, how you want my cock deep inside you there.” Then his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I have to do it, Laura. I have to be the man who takes that last little shred of virginity from you. You know that, don’t you?”
She understood what he was saying—it only made sense. If she wanted it, he was the right man to give it to her. And it had to be now, tonight. And if she got this close to it without experiencing it, she would always regret it, always wonder how it would have felt. “Yes,” she finally said, her voice small but sure.
He moaned at her acquiescence, then changed how he used his fingers. Her anal opening was wet with her own juices now, and he began turning his fingers in circular motions, as if trying to widen her, make her even more