Ryder
I added a second finger and thrusted gently. Curled them just right to hit that spot inside her. She moaned louder. Her hips rocked against my hand. I kept the rhythm steady. Thumb circling her c**t in slow, firm strokes. Her breaths turned into short, desperate pants. Her nails dug into my shoulders.
I kissed my way back up her body. Found her mouth again. Kissed her deeply while my fingers worked inside her. Tongues slid together. Slow and wet. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hips moved faster.
I pulled my fingers out. She made a small, disappointed sound. I smiled against her lips. “Not done yet.”
I shifted my hips. Lined myself up. The head of my c**k nudged her entrance. She tensed. Her eyes flicked to mine—wide, nervous, wanting.
“Breathe,” I said softly. “Relax for me.”
