Page 111 of You Found Me
He lets me go to take it. The only thing I can hear is my breathing. So when he unzips the bag, the sound ismagnified—giving me a rush of excitement. I wait to hear the snap of the lube being opened and instead hear the buzzing of the vibrator turn on and off.
“Just testing it out,” he says, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Without straightening up, move to the right towards the bed, and drape your top half over the mattress. Keep your legs spread on the bench—just like that.”
Once I do what he says, I wait for further instructions or expect him to start. What I don’t expect is him grabbing my ass cheeks, spreading me open. I writhe against the bed, unsure if it’s because I don’t want him looking at me that closely or with excitement.
Thwack!
I should’ve known he would spank me. This isn’t the first time he’s done it.
“I know you’re probably feeling vulnerable, but I promise you that you have nothing to feel weird about. If you could see what I’m seeing right now, you’d also want to stare. Especially considering that when I spanked you just now, you managed to get even more wet.”
I don’t respond, knowing all that’ll come out is a moan. I wait patiently, shoving down the embarrassment which must’ve been what he was waiting on because after I release a calming breath, his tongue is on me. Licking and sucking on my clit before moving down.
Moaning, my hips start moving on their own. “God, that feels so good.”
He pulls away, rubbing a finger through the wetness and up to my puckered hole. “Your pussy tastes so sweet but I’m curious to see how the rest of you tastes.”
Before I can wrap my mind around his words, he’s licking my hole and fuck me if it doesn’t feel heavenly. I know that I have thousands of nerve endings there—I mean I’ve touched myself. But I’ve never had someone lick it. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go without this feeling again.
I undulate my hips faster and moan louder, not caring how wanton it makes me seem. Only focusing on chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. His tongue moves down, and I instantlymiss the loss of that feeling. Except it doesn’t last long because I hear the cap of the lube open followed by liquid squirting out.
I hold my breath, waiting to see what he does. He places his hands on my cheeks, massaging them then something—I think his thumb—presses against the puckered hole. And like the needy bitch I am, I feel myself opening up for him.
“I love that I can tell how much you want this, howexcitedyou are for this. I know you said you’ve had the first plug in before, but the first time I put anything in your ass, it’s going to be my finger. Are you ready, Buttercup?”
I nod fervently into the mattress.
“Words, Emmaline. I need to hear them.”
“I’m ready, Spence.Pleasejust put something inside of me,” I practically whine.
Without answering, he slowly inches his finger inside. Mia was right. Having someone else do this is so much better than doing it on your own. I know that I won’t feel full with just his thumb but I let him do this at his own pace.
Sort of.
“Spence, come on. Move it along. It feels really good, but you know that I like to feel full. That apparently applies to my ass, too.”
He chuckles before pulling his finger out and replacing it with the plug. “It’s definitely bigger than my finger so we can take it slow. Push against the resistance and that should help.”
And with that, he starts pressing it into me. The stretch is familiar since I’ve used this one before so there’s no pain—other than it beingpainfully slow. I decide to take matters into my own hands and push back, causing him to move it the rest of the way in.
He groans but stops moving. “Are you okay?”
I smile into the mattress because he’s so sweet to be worried or to even care. “I’m great. You weren’t going fast enough. I’ve used that one recently without any issue and I appreciate how careful you’re being, but . . .”
“But you want the next size?”
“Yes.Or even the last one since it’s not super crazy.”
I hear a soft chuckle. “You’re actually killing me. I’ll start with the middle and go from there. If it’s too much, all you have to do is say stop and I will.”
“Okay. I trust you.”
A few minutes later, the second one is in, and it feels really good. He’s been slowly moving it in and out to let me get used to it. Once I have, he stops, adding in the bullet vibe while rubbing my clit with his other hand.
I can’t stop myself from grinding against the edge of the bed, causing his fingers to slip down through my wetness. Without having to ask, he thrusts two fingers inside of me—pushing me closer to release.
“Fuck, Buttercup,” he rasps. “Your holes are so greedy for me.”
