Page 96 of A Lesson for Laurel

He was pumping his fingers in and out, pinching her nipple a little harder than he had in the past. She spread her legs some more and was almost moving her hips forward and back to get more of him.

“I can feel you against my ass,” she said.

His dick was rock hard again. How could it not be?

“You’re going to get that too,” he said. “We’ve got all night.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Just sharing that information.”

“Good information to have,” he said. “Now stop talking unless it’s to tell me to fuck you.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you that soon, but you need to finish what you started.”

She was going to be the death of him and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He switched over to her other breast, found her hardened nipple, and was flicking at her before he applied some pressure. He liked the position they were in. No kissing and she had very little control to touch him.

This was all that he wanted to do and his timing of it.

Just like she had done to him.

His fingers slid out of her heat, found her swollen bud, and started to rub and slightly pinch it. She let out a squeal so he did it again.

Her legs were shaking and he knew she was close, so he shoved his fingers deeper, his other hand moving down and pinching her tender flesh.

She let out a shout and he could feel her coming as he pumped his fingers in and out of her again and again.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“I’m not stopping until you do,” he said in her ear. “Or until you cry for mercy.”

“I never cry for mercy with sex,” she said.

She was wobbling on her feet though and he was pretty sure his arms were the only things to keep her upright as she continued to moan and come for a solid minute.

When the throbbing stopped, he removed his hands and was going to turn her around, but she took a step forward and flopped face down on her bed, her ass pointed at him.

“Are you okay?”

She popped up on her elbows, turned her head and said, “Fuck me now.”

Shit. She had more in her tank than him, but he wasn’t going to show it.

He moved closer, grabbed her hips, lined his dick up, and sank in fast.

They both moaned at the same time. It didn’t matter that he’d come not that long ago, he felt as if it’d been months and he couldn’t get there fast enough now.

He grabbed her hips with his hands, might have been a bit rough, but she didn’t seem to mind.

He was slamming into her with a force he’d never shown another woman and hoped only Laurel ever got to see it.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Touch yourself and get there again if you can.”

“I can,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

He realized her hand was already there working herself over.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever been with someone where he was so lost in feelings that he wasn’t sure of everything going on around him.

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