have to open it with all of our new friends from college staring at me.
They must’ve thought I was a sex fiend or something.
I was the total opposite.
Hence me using those sex toys by myself, without sharing them with my partner.
Anyway, my point was that I only ever reached a climax with the little vibrator that came in Evie’s present, which was also the only toy I used frequently.
Wells’s fingers were warm and gentle, and they kept circling my clit to stimulate that tingling sensation in my lower belly.
He wasn’t teasing me on purpose, but it sure as hell felt that way.
A soft moan left me as he broke the kiss to look back into my eyes, and from that moment on, words weren’t necessarily needed.
He lifted his hand and held his fingers right in front of my lips, and I quickly understood what he wanted me to do.
I opened my mouth and pulled his two fingers in, sucking and wetting them the way I did with his cock before.
While I did, his eyes moved to my lips to not miss it, and the way his own lips parted told me that he was enjoying this just as much as everything else we had done so far tonight.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and low.
Before pulling his fingers out, he pushed down on my tongue to get the saliva that had built on it, wetting his fingers even more.
Then, to not let my saliva drip onto me, he quickly placed his fingers back on my clit and started circling it again.
“I’ll make you come first,” he told me, placing a kiss to my lips and looking back into my eyes shortly after.
My mouth was parted, and as stinging around my clit got more intense, I asked, “What about you?”
A smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll come inside this sweet pussy. God, Rooney, I can smell you from up here and I promise you I’ve never smelled anything this sweet before.”
His words not only warmed my heart, but also made it pound hard.
I enjoyed seeing him like this, but I love his daddy-side just as much.
To not feel useless or selfish, I reached between us to wrap my hand around his shaft again, but when I noticed it was dry again after my blow job, I figured I would wet my hand as well before rubbing him.
Would probably feel better, right?
I lifted my hand again, and with his eyes on mine, I licked the palm of my hand and fingers before reaching back down and rubbing along his length.
“You sure you never did any of this before?” he asked, chuckling.
I shook my head and smiled.
Nice compliment.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Feels so fucking good,” he murmured as I brushed my thumb over his tip, the most sensitive spot.
I was trying my best not to close my eyes because I didn’t wanna miss a thing that was happening, but as he moved his fingers faster, the tension inside of me built.
“Relax, Rooney. Can’t make you come if you’re all tense,” he told me.
That was easy for him to say, but I knew once I relaxed, I’d get to my needed relief much quicker.
My breathing hitched as he stopped moving his fingers, and I looked at him with a deep frown, wondering why he would stop at that exact moment.
“Please don’t stop, Wells,” I begged, bucking my hips and trying to get his finger on my clit again.
But instead of doing what I asked for, he moved his hand away from my pussy.
A whine escaped me.
“I change my mind. I want to taste your sweetness when you come,” he growled, moving down and between my legs, spreading them wider apart and immediately letting his tongue flick through my folds.
“Ah! Oh, God!” I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in my hands and pulling him closer to that sensitive spot.
I could feel him grin for a second, then he continued to pleasure me but with his tongue this time.
That felt so much better, and he sure knew how to do it right.
“Wells,” I breathed, keeping my eyes on him before they forced themselves closed.
Darkness surrounded me, but the closer he pushed me to that climax, the more sparks were visible.
My hips started moving again, directing him to the exact spot on my clit which would make me spiral right out of control.
I was still trying to hold on to the intense feeling creeping up on