Page 409 of S is for SEX

“You certainly will, Kelli. You certainly will,” I whispered into her ear.

She straightened her legs, locking her knees, but remained bent over. I slid my left hand under her shorts, and between her legs. She was well beyond wet. With my index finger, I began to slide up and down the length of her wetness. She began to moan lightly as my finger slid up and down, lightly touching her wet lips.

“Kelli,” I whispered into her ear as she moaned, “slowly rotate to your left, and place your hands on the table. Both palms, flat on the table, and do not move. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded her head as she spoke.

I removed my right hand from her neck, and kept my left hand in her shorts. She began to rotate to the right, and quickly realized - as my hand slid away - that she was going the wrong direction.

“The other left, Kelli,” I said quietly.

She nodded, as if in a trance, and turned the other direction. As she rotated, I pressed a little more with the palm of my hand against the gap between her thighs. As she began to place her hands on the table, I pressed my palm hard against her, keeping my index finger on the outside of her wet lips.

“Bend, Kelli, bend the fuck over. Put your fucking hands down on the table, and bend over. Do not move, just bend over,” I directed.

As her body bent at the waist, her knees went from bent to locked, and back to bent. Over and over. Like a child in a rocking chair, she continued to bend her knees, rocking her muscular butt up and down. I shoved my index finger inside of her up to the web of the finger. As if I were pointing my finger, I slid in and out of her wet pussy, purposely causing my lower knuckles to bump against her clit as I slid into her deeply. In a barely audible voice, I counted out loud, as I slid my finger in and out.

Reaching to the middle of her back, I collected her hair in my hand. I grasped it firmly, and slowly pulled it tight. Gradually applying additional pressure, I stopped as her back began to arch. She had a faultless body. In this position, she defined perfection. Her perfectly rounded ass was pointing upward, as her knees were bent significantly. Her lower back was arched, and her upper back was raised, her palms flat on the table, her arms locked at the elbows. With my right elbow in the center of her lower back, and her hair in my hand, I pressed with my elbow against her lower back and pulled her hair to the left. As her head turned slightly to the left, I straightened my posture to speak into her ear.

“Kelli, I am going to count to twelve. Each time I count, I am going to slide my finger deep inside of you, and then pull it out. And when I slide it in, I am going to bang my knuckles against your little swollen clit. Do you hear me?” I asked, scanning the patio to confirm that we were still alone.

“Uh,” she squeaked in an almost inaudible tone.

“I will take that as a yes. You will, Kelli, cum on the twelfth stroke, do you understand me?” I asked in a low demanding tone.

“I, uh, I…don’t know if I…ok. Ok, Twelve. Oh God. Ok,” she said in short quick breaths.

Immediately, I slid my finger inside of her as deeply as I could, making certain that my lower knuckles bumped against her clit. As soon as my knuckle touched her clit, I pulled her hair taut. I slowly slid it out completely, clearing her lips with the tip of my finger.

“One,” I whispered sharply into her ear.

Repeating the process, I began to tease her.

“All the way in…all the way out. Two.”

“All the way in, oh my God, Kelli, you’re so wet. You feel that?”

“Yes. Yes…” She pressed her ass toward me, pushing her clit harder against my knuckles.

“All the way out. Three,” I said as the tip of my finger cleared her wet lips.

“In. Out. Four. In, and out. Five. In, and out. Six. Halfway there, Baby Girl. We’re half way there,” I said, pressing my elbow against her back, pulling her hair slightly tighter.

“In…who owns you, Baby Girl?” I asked, pressing my finger inside of her, and holding it there.

“Who? Who owns you?” I repeated, whispering in her ear.

“You, sir. Oh God, you do,” she answered, getting louder as she answered.

“That’s right, you…are…mine. Seven,” I said as I slid my finger out.

As I pressed my finger inside of her again, I released her hair and slid my hand to her neck, cupping my palm around her clavicle, and began squeezing her lower neck with my thumb and fingers. As I slid my finger out, I squeezed her neck a little more.

“Eight, Kelli. I want you to cum. Cum now.”

“Oh God. Oh God, Erik. Ok,” she said in short choppy breaths.

As I squeezed her neck steadily, I began to quickly slide my finger in and out, as fast as I could. She was wet enough that her inner thighs were covered in her wetness. My finger slid in and out with ease.

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