He looked down at my heaving breasts and groaned. “You are so gorgeous. You knowthat?”
I didn’tanswer.
“Doyou?”
“Sure.”
“No really,” he said. He looked at me, with his hooded eyes. “I want you to know how hot you are. You’restunning.”
I nodded. “If youinsist.”
He kissed my neck and rubbed my clit with his thumb while sticking two fingers inside of me, in and out and around and around. I don’t even know how he managed to do what he did with onehand.
I pressed and moved my clit back and forth against his palm and he was so strong he could have lifted me up like that. Or maybe he was lifting me up. All my body cared about was trying to close the distance betweenus.
“You’ve been driving me crazy, you knowthat?”
“No. I didn’tknow.”
I let out a moan and he covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. I grabbed his shoulders. I couldn’tnottouch him. I was already soclose.
I sucked on his tongue and wrapped a leg around his thigh. He moved his hand faster, rocked his pelvis against me. I contracted around him, rhythmically rolling my hips and moaning into hismouth.
He covered my mouth with his free hand right before I cried out, muffling my “Oh God, Oh Brad, OhGod.”
He waited until I’d finally stopped undulating before pulling my skirt back down. He leaned his forehead against mine and adjusted his massiveerection.
“Let me help you with that,” Isaid.
“No.” He backed away from me. “I just need aminute.”
He had his hands on his hips as he paced back and forth, taking long deep breaths. “Don’t open the door,” hesaid.
“No. Of course not.” I stayed where Iwas.
He stood in place and then did fifty jumping jacks and twentycrunches.
I watched inawe.
When he was done, he was a little out of breath, andsanserection.
It was really impressive. “Wow.”
He nodded and signaled for me to move away from the door. “I will meet you back here in an hour. You can stay or come back, whatever.Okay?”
I nodded. “Okay…Thanks.”
He grinned and opened thedoor.
I’d never thanked anyone for finger-fucking me before. But I certainly meantit.