Page 43 of Hotter 'N Hell

Then, a fingertip ran along the wet crotch of my panties. My hips jerked, and his body shuddered around me.

“They’re wet.” The words sounded tight as if his teeth were clenched.

I wanted to beg for more and laugh at the same time. Yes, they were wet. I was dripping.

He moved the fabric aside, and I wished more than anything for light right now. So that I could see his massive, tanned hand between my legs. A long, thick finger ran along my slit, and a cry tore from my lips.

“Fuck.” His curse was heavy and heated against my ear. “You’re soaked. I didn’t know…” I heard his swallow as he panted. “I didn’t know that they got this wet.”

His words kept me from moving against his palm. I stared straight ahead at the darkness. Realizing what he had just said.

“You’ve never…” I asked, thinking that I must have misunderstood.

There was no way on earth a man who looked like him hadn’t done this. I mean, he hadn’t been born a priest. Crosby had touched me like this for the first time when we were twelve. He also shot his load when he did it, but he had been in full-blown puberty and stayed horny.

Jude began to explore. Running his finger along all the folds until he found my entrance.

“No,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if that meant, no, he had never done this, or, no, he wasn’t going to put his finger inside me. If it was the latter, I might cry. “I’ve never.”

Did that mean…

“You’re a virgin?”

Silence.

If anyone had told me that I would be this turned on by the idea of being with a virgin, I would have laughed in their face. But a pulse of pleasure shot through me, and I felt the small gush between my legs.

He felt it. His exploring stopped.

“What was that?” His voice shook slightly.

“My pussy,” I panted. “I…hearing you say that you’d never done this, it made me squirt.”

He sucked in a ragged breath. “Squirt?”

I nodded. “Mmhmm. When I come, sometimes, I squirt. It’s female ejaculation. But I’ve never done it with someone. Only when I’m masturbating.”

“Jesus.” He whispered the word, almost in reverence. “Yes,” he then said, “I’m a virgin. I’ve done some things, but always above the waist, and that was years ago.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, lifting my hips so that the tip of his finger sank inside me.

That one admission was going to make me come.

Jude began to sink his finger deeper as my cunt contracted, sucking at it greedily.

“Yes, please,” I begged.

He might be a virgin, but he began to pump his finger as if he knew exactly what to do. My thighs fell open further as sounds poured out of me. Pleading, moaning, cries, his name.

“So soft and tight.” His voice sent a shudder through me. “I never imagined it was this slick and hot and small.”

Keep talking.

“Jude.”

“Yes?”

“Do it harder. Use two fingers.”

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