“You’re soaked.” I teased her opening with one finger, then pushed inside her.
She moaned, her body welcoming me, warm and wet and so ready.
“How’s that?” I asked. “Okay?”
She responded by tugging on my hair and biting my neck.
“Do you need to come?”
She nodded against me, whimpering, so I got to work,gently fucking her with one finger while circling her clit with my thumb.
She gasped and shook, clutching my shirt and my hair.
My body hummed with pleasure. Fuck. I’d never felt anything as good as this, and my pants were still buttoned, my belt still on. I didn’t need more. All I wanted was to make this woman feel good.
“Still okay?”
“Yes.” She gasped. “More. Need more.”
I slipped a second finger inside her, and her inner walls clamped down hard, the sensation making my vision go dark.
“That’s it. Take it.” I focused on working her clit while she bucked and rode my hand, setting her own rhythm. “So fucking sexy. You’re in charge. You tell me what you need.”
“Don’t stop.” She gasped. “I’m close.”
Her channel clamped around me even tighter, proving her point. Her body was tightly wound on a good day, but in this moment, she was ready to combust.
“You are perfection,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“Josh.” She clutched my hair, her pussy pulsating around me. She threw her head back and cried out as she came.
Watching her let go, releasing all the tension she carried around with her, was exquisite.
She rode out her release, still in complete control.
Shit. I’d never been so grateful to be used in my life.
When she collapsed against my chest, breathing hard, I withdrew my hand, then adjusted the waistband of her leggings.
Head tipped back, she watched me with heat in her gaze.
“You are so sexy when you come.” I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on one, then the other.
Her eyes widened, and her breath caught.
“And fuck, you taste incredible.”
I couldn’t help but swell with pride.
She’d come undone. Because of me.
With trembling hands, she reached for my belt and palmed my cock again.
But I put both my hands on top of hers, stopping her. As much as I loved the attention, I needed to slow things down.
“You should get home,” I said gently. “I can walk you.”
A look of shock registered on her face. “But?—”