Page 79 of With Spite

I felt it happen.

My movements were faster now. Jerkier.

I was lifting my hips as slow as I could manage, but I was still unable to stop the movement.

His cock head against my clit was driving me wild.

I was so close.

So.

Close.

Then he jerked and there was a finger in my pussy all the way, as well as partially in my ass.

I threw my head back and came on a silent scream.

It was the most intense orgasm that I’d ever experienced in my life.

I was so slick by the time I came down from the orgasm that there was no way his hand wasn’t soaked.

I also didn’t know what to do.

Did I move?

Did I wake him up?

Did I…

I felt it when he woke.

He jerked and his breathing changed.

It took him a few seconds to orient himself, but when he did, his body went rigid with tension.

His finger moved inside of me, pressing deeper, and I pressed my hips against his cock, encouraging the movement.

His finger in my ass pressed deeper as well, and then he was shifting his hips on his own.

Not hard.

Not fast.

Just slow, sensual movements that I’d never before experienced.

It was so hot.

I figured he thought I was asleep still, because he tried to keep himself under control.

But there was no control to be had on either of our parts.

I tightened my leg around his hip and shifted us slightly, not quite giving my being awake away, but definitely letting my body do the talking.

As I shifted, it put my pussy straight against his cock, which was very much out of his underwear.

“Please,” I breathed.

Quietly.