Harry absolutely went for it, pressing a finger deep, pleasure scattering through me, and I moaned instantly. Just one stroke, and he lined up a second finger. I relaxed my ass, but his fingers were so fucking thick that two stretching me was already enough to get me going.
And I knew he was just testing the waters. Poking and prodding to get a feel for my ass, driving me so crazy I rocked my hips back to get more.
“Do you like teasing me, Harry?”
“I like watching you,” he said, sounding breathless as his speed picked up again.
I didn’t care if I came just from him pressing his fingers into me. I didn’t need to be locked and loaded if he was going to fuck me, but I wanted to make sure he was getting the full serving.
“Is this alright?” he asked just as I let out a cry.
It was as if he were a mix of angel and demon, acting all sweet and innocent with his questions while treating me like he needed to break me.
And it was fucking great.
“Keep going,” I moaned, the angle of his strokes hitting me exactly where I needed them, and pitching me forward so my hands dug further into the mattress.
“Is this going to be wide enough?” he casually asked, just as he bent his fingers and bumped my prostate, ripping a gasp from me.
Demon. He was definitely a fucking demon.
“I don’t know if you realise, but you have a pretty thick cock,” I groaned.
“Yeah, I know.” I could hear the smile curling his lips.
“But don’t worry about any of that. I’ll take whatever you give me, so just do what you want to do.”
Harry's other hand gripped my hips, and he took another shuddering breath.
I peered at him over my shoulder. “Though, if you want to fuck me as hard as you can, that would make me a very happy boy.”
The little drop of his jaw was perfect. With everything he knew about me, it was funny to see him surprised.
“I guess you need a third finger then?” he asked.
I couldn't see his cock from that angle, but from the pressure on my left ass cheek that honestly could be his handorhis cock, I was sure he was ready.
“You should know that two fingers won’t cut it.”
He sucked in a breath as I gave him a half-grin. I was already pressed hard into the mattress, and I had no plans of shifting my head or any other part of me until Harry was firmly secured in my ass.
“You’re going to have to spread me,” I said after a beat. Because his nervous look had returned. But there was no fucking buildup as he pressed three fingers against my ass and slid right on in there, widening me hard and fast.
“Harry! Fuck! Slow down, handsome.”
I choked out a laugh as he wiggled his fingers, getting a feel for me.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” He paused, as if he didn’t fucking know.
“No, it's- really fucking good. But my asshole isn't a Hoover, it won't suck it all up at once.”
Harry still looked startled, even though his confidence had grown, so I gave it another go.
“I can move, or you can move. We can even change positions. What do you want to do?” I asked.
He really looked like he was thinking about it. It was adorable, and I’d be happy to lie here if he needed the time. Just spending the night with him was more than I ever deserved.
“Me…” He took a deep breath. “I’ll move.”