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She starts circling, and I slide a third finger into her pussy, thrusting harder and faster.
“God, yes, Henry.” She pushes down against my hand.
“You spread out over me like this is so fucking hot and dirty,” I praise. “Look at your pretty cunt filled up, your fingers working that clit, nipples hard. You’re looking pretty needy yourself right now, Gem.”
She nods. “I need to come, Henry.”
“Come then.” I curl my fingers against her G-spot.
And she does. Hard. Loudly. Crying out my name. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, and her legs wobble a little.
I pull her into my lap. My cock is aching. But I kiss her rather than just pulling onto my length and fucking her.
I let her mouth go when her shivers stop.
But then I lift my sticky fingers to her mouth. “Suck my fingers clean.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but it’s with lust. She opens, and I slide my fingers into her hot mouth. She sucks, then runs her tongue over each digit.
“Good girl,” I say gruffly, taking the hand and wrapping it around my cock. “Now let me have your pussy, or I’m going to come all over your stomach, and you’ll have to wait until I can recover to have me fill you up.”
“No. Mine.” She shifts, takes my cock in hand, and positions it so she can sink down onto it.
God, I love my dirty, sweet girl.
We both groan and I grip the back of her neck as I bring her in for a deep, long, hot kiss.
She starts moving up and down my length. I grip her hip and tear my mouth from hers. “Easy. I’m wound very tight. If you want to come again, you need to go easy here.”
“I’m on the edge,” she tells me. “God, giving in after trying to resist you, dancing for you, and just…everything.Everything, Henry. I swear I can’t get enough.”
She keeps moving up and down and who am I to fight it? I take her hips in both hands and just say, “Take what you need, love.”
She moves faster and faster and I feel my climax building.
“Gem,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods. “I know. I’m almost there.”
“I want you to?—”
And then, holy shit, she comes again.
There have been many nights where I’ve made sure she’s had multiple orgasms. I love making this woman come. But damn, this feels easier than usual. Not that I’m complaining. But is she really going to make us live without this?
That thought makes me grip her hips and pound up into her in an almost punishing rhythm.
My orgasm rips through me and I’m roaring her name and emptying myself into her, before wrapping my arms around her and crushing her to my chest, holding her tight.
She slumps against me, holding me just as tight. As if she can’t imagine ever letting even an inch of space between us.
If only it could be that simple.
We stay like that for nearly ten minutes. I’m definitely not going to be the one that breaks this connection.
Finally though, she stirs in my arms and sits up.
She pushes her hair back from her face and says, “Oh, no.”