Two of his long fingers press into her and it isn’t the same blissful pleasure of having them in her cunt, but something entirely new. It’s a quieter sort of pleasure, a pleasing fullness and pressure that makes her hum as she rocks lazily back against him. She likes it more than she thought she would, and she wants to know what his cock would feel like there, adding even more to that fullness, but she doesn’t argue his thoughtful assessment.

There will be more time. They have all the time in the world.

His thumb presses against her swollen clit and she whimpers, clenching down around nothing and spasming with need. She can’t help but to wonder what it would feel like to have his cock and his fingers inside of her at the same time, taking up so much space inside of her. The thought makes her shiver, and she pulls away from him enough that his fingers slide free and she can roll over onto her belly, clumsily pressing up onto her hands and knees to offer herself up at a new angle.

“Put them back,” she breathes out, arching her ass up in open invitation as she spreads her knees a little, biting her lip as her cunt clenches again, sending a bead of wetness rolling down the inside of her thigh, glistening in the low light.

“Are you hard again yet?” She asks, her tone is lazy and challenging all at once as she looks over her shoulder and smiles, wriggling her hips enticingly as she does.