tossed her panties to the side. She left one knee drawn up and let her leg fall to the side, opening up in the most wanton way. She lifted a hand to her nipple again, twisting and tugging even more firmly than before. She began circling her clit. It had been a while since she’d done this manually rather than with one of her two battery-operated friends, but she quickly found a perfect pressure and rhythm.
“Does your vibrator only work your clit? Or do you move it inside this pretty pussy?”
She gave a low moan at Fletcher’s words. There was just something about him saying graphic words to her that she’d never heard from him before that ratcheted up her desire. “I have one of each,” she confessed.
“Which do you like best?”
“The one that has the clit stimulation and goes inside,” she admitted. “But the other works great too.”
“You use the other during sex?”
She picked up her pace, feeling the coiling beginnings of an orgasm tightening her inner muscles. She shook her head. “No. Only when I’m alone.”
Almost as if he could no longer stand not touching her at all, Fletcher reached out and circled her ankle with his big hand. He stroked up and down. She’d had no idea that her ankle was an erogenous zone but that simple touch made the desire twisting deep inside her tighten further.
“Fletcher,” she said softly, his name almost a groan.
“You’ll use it with me. Even when I’m balls deep and stroking this gorgeous pussy with my cock, I want that vibrator against your clit.”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“I want to feel the difference when your pussy milks me using that vibrator, versus your fingers, versus my fingers. We’ll see which makes you come hardest,” Fletcher said, stroking his hand higher onto her calf.
“Fletcher,” she gasped.
She picked up the pace of her finger, pressing harder and rubbing faster.
He watched intently. His nostrils flared as he continued to hold himself back.
She was going to come like this. That was inevitable. But she knew how to make it even harder.
“Fletcher, I need you.”
“I’m not fucking you yet, Jordan. Keep going.”
“Help me. I need your fingers.”
The groan seemed to come from the depths of his chest. “Not yet.”
“Please. I’m so close.”
“Finish it.”
“I’ll comes so much harder with your fingers inside me.”
He groaned again.
And gave in.
He came forward, bracing his hand on the floor beside her hip, that arm extended. The hand that had been stroking her calf slid up her leg and immediately cupped her pussy.
She groaned at the first contact of his hand against her hot, wet center.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “So fucking gorgeous. So sweet and hot at the same time. God, I can’t wait to make you come over and over again.”
That was all he did, and she went careening over the edge of her orgasm. He hadn’t even slipped a finger inside before the waves of pleasure burst over her.
“Fletcher!” she cried out.
“Damn,” he muttered.
But he wasn’t done with her yet. Now he slipped one big, long finger into her. The ripples of her climax were still trembling through her pussy and her inner muscles clamped onto his finger immediately. She gasped as she seemed to bounce up toward the pinnacle again. He pumped his finger deep, then added a second, stroking rhythmically and quickly.
“Again,” he said, gruffly.
She rolled her head back and forth.
“Yes,” he said firmly. He curled his fingers against her G-spot and she whimpered at the delicious sensation. “Again,” he repeated.
Her finger went back to her clit and she started circling again. How could she argue with the man who was making her whole body sing?
She felt the climb toward another orgasm beginning.
Unbelievable.
“Tell me what else you want,” he ordered. “Anything.”
“I can barely think,” she told him, her words coming out in breathy pants.
“Feel,” he said. “What do you feel?”
“My nipples. Suck on my nipples.” The answer came quickly and easily.
He groaned and lowered his head, his mouth capturing one of the stiff points and sucking hard.
His fingers continued to thrust in and out and she circled her clit faster.
“Oh God, yes, Fletcher!”
She lifted her other hand to her opposite breast, pinching that nipple at the same time.
Sensations from all over her body, the scent of Fletcher, the rustle of the project papers she was lying on, and dozens of memories from this very room, including movie nights, game nights with their friends, and just sitting and laughing and talking, all crashed in on her at once.
She shot over the