Page 135 of Only With You

My heart thunders and my body hums with want, but an idea goes off in my head.

“Finger yourself.” I move the lace further away and remove her legs from my shoulders. “If you want it, you do it.”

Her face burns red and I swear I see the pulse on her neck race fast. She stares at me for a beat, eyes hooded with lust and heat, and brings one shaky hand to her stomach. All while keeping her eyes on me, she drags it between her thighs, glides it along her slick folds, and inserts two fingers inside.

She licks her lips and thrusts them in and out of her. They become wet and despite how turned on she is, she’s still a little stiff.

“If this becomes too much, tell me to stop, and I will,” I say.

She nods despite the confusion on her face, but understands when she slips her fingers out, and when she goes to insert them back in, I add two of mine.

Julianna sucks in a sharp breath. She doesn’t look nervous but excited, and slowly, I insert them inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, I can feel the tension emanating from her body, but she relaxes when my fingers and hers are completely inside of her.

“You lead and I follow,” I groan, almost salivating at how good she looks with our fingers inside of her.

She tersely nods. “Okay.”

She’s slow at first as we try to find a rhythm, but once we do, goddamn, she rides our fingers like a fucking expert. She rollsand grinds her hips, causing her breasts to bounce. The slick noise of her pussy and our wet knuckles rubbing against each other drives me to pull my cock out.

I spit on my palm and she watches with fascination as I wrap it around my shaft and stroke myself.

“Oh,” she moans, thrusting her fingers fast, and I follow. “I’m so close, Landon, I’m—Ahhh!”

She closes her eyes, throws her head back, and sharp cries expel from her lips. She writhes as she crashes hard and comes.

“That’s it,” I grunt, squeezing my cock and pumping fast, but careful that I don’t make myself come, because if I’m going to, it’ll be inside of her. “I love how easy and needy you are.”

She clenches around our fingers, becoming a soaking mess. It drips down between the crack of her arse and I’m tempted to lick her, but I stop myself.

“Fuck.” I grind my teeth and stop touching myself, because a shot of electricity shoots down my spine. Slowly, it disperses throughout my body, and fierce heat incinerates the nerves.

Her pussy still clenches as our fingers slow in tempo, but that doesn’t stop it from sucking our fingers, not willing to let go.

She breathes harshly, chest glistening with sweat and legs quaking. “Wow,” she croaks. “Wow…” She pants breathlessly and removes her fingers, and I follow suit. “I…” she trails off as she watches me drag my wet fingers into my mouth and suck them clean.

I’ve never loved the taste of pussy as much as I do now. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of hers.

I grab her fingers and she easily lets me guide them in my mouth. I do the same to hers and suck on them a little longer.

“I swear, I love your pussy,” I say after I remove them and see them glisten with my saliva.

God, I love her covered in me. I wonder what she’d look covered and dripping in my cum.

She cracks a shy smile, but it falters when her eyes trail down to my cock. Her eyes go round and the colour red takes on a new meaning, because her face is the deepest shade of it I’ve ever seen.

My dick is leaking pre-cum and drops have spilled onto the floor, but I’m sure that’s not what she’s paying attention to. But rather, the length of it.

“Don’t worry, Love,” I casually supply and stand to my full height. Although nothing about it feels casual, because it’s pointing directly at her. If I wanted to, I could easily place it between her already parted plump lips and fuck her mouth. I’m desperate to find out if she’d gag on it or if she has great reflexes, but that’ll be for another day. “I promise I won’t break you.”

I drop my trousers to my ankles and kick my shoes off along with the rest of my clothes to the side.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s going to ride it.”

I can’t hide my smirk, nor do I care to. And that earns me one of her pretty scowls.

“You’re not going to ride me yet,” I say sardonically at her perplexed expression and sit on my desk chair. I make myself comfortable, leaning back and sprawling my legs out.

A small crease rests between her eyebrows and she sits up.

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