surface.
My hardened nipples move over the damp tile, sending sparks of pleasure between my legs.
“I’m going to finger you, and then I’m going to taste you on my tongue. If you want me stop at any point, just say so but know I will not touch you again. Not even if you beg me, Kitten.”
His body is big enough to loom over mine, and while I feel one of his hands between my thighs, the other grips onto my hip, guiding me to where he wants me. With my chest pressed against the wall and my ass jutted out, I feel exposed.
Our eyes connect, and I feel the heat of his body seeping into mine as he leans into me, all his hard edges touching my soft curves.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Violet, so fucking beautiful.” His breath fans against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Please…” I whimper, unsure of what I am asking for. I feel his fingers spread my lips, and I gasp at the sensation. Another finger glides over my engorged clit and a shudder of pleasure moves through me.
“Have you ever played with yourself?” Every slip of his finger over my clit makes it harder to think, harder to breathe.
“Yes…” I admit.
“Did you ever come?” he asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. I remember the few times I made myself come with my clumsy fingers. I felt not even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.
“Yes,” I confess again
The movements of his finger halt, and I damn near scream in frustration.
“Please, don’t stop…” I sound desperate and maybe I am. I want his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body on mine. I want to feel wanted and cared for. He leans his head down and nibbles on my shoulder. I let my head fall to the side to give him better access to my neck, and he takes full advantage of it, kissing, licking, and sucking on the sensitive flesh. My moans echo throughout the small shower stall and right back into my ears.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. Tease your clit like you would if you were alone. Pinch it and rub it, and I’ll finger you.”
I follow his command, wanting only the pleasure I know he can give me. My hand shakes nervously as I move it toward my pussy. I lick my lips, and my eyes flutter closed as I touch myself there just as he was. It doesn’t feel the same... but then I feel him moving his fingers back toward my entrance. I spread my legs wider, giving myself to him completely.
“Mmm, I love that you’re so eager for my touch, Kitten.”
He circles my entrance with one thick finger, teasing it, massaging it, and then he dips in, just the fingertip. The feeling isn’t completely foreign. In fact, it’s enough to make me pant. He pulls out the tip of his finger and dips back inside, a little bit more than before. I don’t think he is all the way in yet, but a delicious fullness fills my belly when he moves his finger around inside me.
“I’m not going to go real deep, just in case. But I’m going to keep my finger inside you until you come on my hand.” His low raspy voice is right next to my ear, and I feel like his voice has a direct line to my pussy. Pleasure starts to build deep in my belly, the pressure of his finger inside me radiates pleasure outward.
“You stop touching yourself and I’ll take my finger out,” he warns.
I want to tell him I couldn’t if I tried but the only thing leaving my mouth right now are moans and pants.
I rub my clit faster, pinching it between two fingers, while he moves his thick digit in and out of me. His movements are gentle and precise, and a coil of pleasure starts to unravel inside of me at the rhythm. I can feel him splayed out over my backside, his firm penis pressing against my leg. He’s panting with need as much as I am, and all the sensations coupled together build deeper and deeper, pulling the typhoon of pleasure right out of me.
“Ivan… I’m going to…” I can’t get anything else out because the pleasure flooding my veins takes my breath away. Every muscle in my body tightens, a euphoric fog clings to me and I end up on my tiptoes as the sensations overtake my body. Waves of pleasure float over me,