Page 50 of Xefe
“Mywha—” My words died in my throat as his big hands enveloped my breasts. Four firm thumbs fluttered over my pebbled nipples, circling slowly, each swipe a little firmer. Oh,thosetargets. Any other time I would have laughed, but it felt too good.
“They are large. I have watched them move.Sway.I like this.” He speared me with a look. “Tell me.”
“Pinch them harder. Yes.Right there.” I bit my lip, and he growled.
“You like this?” He squeezed his thumbs together, trapping my dusky nipple between them.
“Yes! But I need more.” I spread my legs, shameless in my desire. “I need you here.”
“In your slit? Where you radiate heat?”
It didn’t even bother me that he called it a slit. “My lips, touch them.” I trailed my fingers along my glistening entrance.
His brow ridges lifted, and his eyes swirled brighter. “Two sets of lips? Another mouth?”
“Not a mouth.” I groaned. “My pussy.Touch it.It’s so wet for you.”
“Self-lubricating?” His hand stilled. “How is that possible?” Before I could think, his face was between my legs, only inches from core. His warm breath puffed over me and I almost combusted.
Sweet Jesus, yes!
But instead of penetrating me, he studied me. Inches from my dewy center. “Explain this. This liquid. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen.”
Now?“I’m wet because… because.” I looked down and watchedhimwatch me. So hot! “It’s so I’m ready to take you. To have you fill me with your amazing cock.” So amazing. So, so pretty. “I need it so bad.”
“Yes.” He grasped my thighs and pulled me closer. He took his forefinger and stroked my silky lips. “Beautiful petals. So swollen and… lovely.” He lightly skated the large digit over my entrance. “This is where you are meant to take me?”
“I—”
He pushed forward, penetrating me with his fat finger.
“Oh my…yes!” I bucked my hips, and his questing finger went deep. “Right there. Thrust inside, in and out.Faster.”
“Fascinating. You cradle me here. It feels tight. Perfectly fitted. You like this? What if I touched your targets at the same time?” He grasped my breast with his other hand, squeezing the globe as he thrust his thick digit inside me. “Feels silky. Hot. I want more of this!”
“For you. Just for you.” I bucked against him, wondering if I could come for the first time without my clit involved.
“And this hole, does it bring pleasure as well?” He stared at my puckered entrance.
I jumped, my breast jiggling against his hand. “Uh, yeah, but that takes a little more instruction. What you need to focus on is my clit.”
“Yourclip?”
“Close enough. It’s…”Dios, my body was screaming, but terminology was escaping my frazzled brain. “Where you have your finger. Above it. Touch there, please. I’m so close,” I whispered.
“A pleasure center?” For once, he didn’t argue and moved toward the place I needed him most.
“Y-yes. It’s a bundle of nerves.” His hand moved too slowly, missing my swollen clit, and it was torturing me. “I can’t… I can’t take this.” This wasn’t foreplay, this was pain. The need to release gripped me. Since the first day I smelled this guy. “I needmore.”
His finger traveled higher.
“I want—
Higher.
“I—”
Sunnyfinallygrazed my weeping clit with not one buttwothumbs. “Yes! There, yes…right there. Keep doing that.” The orgasm was just out of reach. “Almost there.” I snapped my hips, chasing my release.
