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My house is pretty big, but I don't want the noises she's making to wake anyone else up. I slide one hand upher back, enjoying the feel of her slick skin, and around her throat to the front. Then I cover her mouth with my palm.
She reaches up and wraps her hand around my wrist, but not to move it, just for something to hold onto while riding my fingers hard.
The sounds she makes muffled behind my palm.
I can't wait to hear what other noises she'll make when my cock is buried deep inside her.
Her muscles clench around me, and I know she's close.
"That's it, kitten," I whisper. "Come in my hand."
Her eyes open at that, meeting mine. I didn’t mean to call her that. It just slipped out, and for a moment, I’m afraid that she’ll object to it, put a stop to the whole thing. But all I can see is the mindless lust glazing her eyes. Seems she likes it.
And she’s definitely close.
Her breathing is hitching, her chest heaving. I watch her, mesmerized by the sight.
Then she moans against my palm, her muscles contracting.
Her movements become jerky as she thrusts her hips, and she cries out, her muscles clenching and spasming.
"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her voice muffled.
"That's right," Iwhisper. "Come all over my fingers."
I move my palm and quickly lean forward to capture her lips in a kiss, swallowing the noise she makes as her orgasm rushes over her.
She trembles, her muscles spasming around me. She comes apart, her entire body shaking, and the muffled moan that leaves her is almost enough to send me over the edge too. I feel her release coating my fingers, and I can't help but smirk against her lips.
After a moment, she lets out a long, shaky breath, her grip on my wrist relaxing, and her body collapsing in my arms.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" I murmur into her soft skin as she shudders in my arms.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers at those words.
"Do you like being called a good girl?" I whisper.
Again, she clenches but doesn’t answer.
My fingers are still buried deep inside her, so I brush my thumb very gently over her extremely sensitive clit.
She gasps and her eyes shoot open, her hips jerking away. "Stop."
I laugh. Though, I'm tempted to keep going, to make her come all over again, I slip my fingers out of her pussy, and slide my hand out of her pants. There will be plenty of time for that.
I bring my fingers to my lips, and her eyes widen.
"Youtaste so fucking good, kitten," I say.
Then I slip my fingers into my mouth and suck. She tastes sweet, like honey, and I groan, enjoying the flavor.
She stares at me, her expression a mixture of shock and arousal.
I pull my fingers out and grin at her. "Delicious."
A flush rises in her cheeks, but she doesn't look away, mesmerized.
Her gaze drifts down, and her attention shifts.