Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,66
press my fingers against my pussy, suddenly wanting to come like I knew I could.
There had been one time, with my trusty vibe, that I had squirted my pussy juice across the duvet of my queen bed. That had happened after Kyle had spoken to me at work, complimenting me on my shoes of all things. I’d gone straight home that night and burrowed under my covers, with my favorite erotica loaded on my Kindle. I’d climaxed in a way I never had before, thinking only of him.
But I knew this would be better. I wanted it to be better. I wanted this guy’s strong hands deep inside, pressing my g-spot until I came all over him. Asking for what I wanted, I took his right hand and guided it between my legs.
“Deep,” I said, panting now. “Deep and hard.”
He pressed his other arm across my chest, holding me in place, and began stretching the folds of my pussy. One finger became two, as if he knew exactly what I needed.
“I didn’t think you’d like it rough,” he said.
“Not rough,” I said, breathlessly, “just deep.”
I moaned as he flicked his fingers inside my walls, causing a tremble to roll through me.
“Harder,” I said, desperate now.
He pressed a third finger in my dripping gap, and my torso bolted upwards. My thighs clenched, as if I were scared to keep going.
“It’s what you asked for,” he told me, holding me back, just like I needed. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was scared, suddenly, of what would happen once I let loose like I really wanted. Sex like this would ruin me for ordinary fucks the rest of my life.
He went harder and faster now, but not in a way that hurt; this was all pleasure, all the way. His fingers inched into me, finding the spot that would give me release.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” I gripped the edge of the bench and watched as my come gushed over his arm, onto his chest. I didn’t care what happened next, if someone walked in or not. All I wanted was for it to happen again, and it did.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good,” he said, his voice gravelly, his breath fast. He liked this too. “Your pussy is so happy right now.”
“More,” I gasped, and he listened. He added a fourth finger, and now my lips were stretched wide enough for his cock.
If he would give it, I would be ready. He pounded me hard with his fingers, and once again I let my come flow, splashing him in the face, on his mouth, and I watched as he licked his lips and moaned, as I climaxed in a way I never had before.
Just then, the door gave a loud creak, and began to open.
“Fuck,” he said, grabbing the towel off the bench beside him, wiping the come off his chest. He stood with the towel shielding his giant cock from the view of the person walking in. I could only imagine how hard and stiff it was, and I wished he’d let me touch it.
With ragged breaths, I closed my legs and regained composure, but barely. I watched him jet out of the sauna without a single look back. His muscular shoulders flexed as he opened the door and ducked away. I squeezed my thighs, not looking up at whoever had just entered. I had been undone—and I needed more.
A woman sat down opposite me and I turned away, my orgasm still shuddering through me. I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to stand, needed to follow him out. I took a tentative step forward, shaking as I moved. He had satisfied me in a way I’d never known.
I walked out of the sauna, grabbing my suit and wrapping the skimpy towel around me, scanning the dressing room for his hard chest. The cool air was such a contrast to the heat I’d just experienced. Catching my breath, I tried to find my mystery guy.
But the room was empty. No one was there. I pulled on my boots and bathrobe and walked out toward the soaking tubs, but I still couldn’t find him.
Sighing in frustration, I contemplated my next move. In all reality, I had just gotten what I needed. My legs still shook, and I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Besides, I wasn’t going to traipse around the resort looking for him like a desperate freak.