Page 52 of Elijah’s Whim

“I feel like I’m going to come.”

“That’s what I want to hear. Tell me what you need so I can take you there.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I never did it like this. That feels really good, though, what you’re doing. Oh God, yes, like that. Oh my God. I don’t think I should…”

“Oh no, you definitely should. I’m going to finger your tight cunt until you explode on my hand. What do you think?”

“Oh— Okay.”

“Say it, beautiful.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me what you just agreed to,” I demanded, pumping my fingers in and out of her the whole time. “I want to hear the filthy words from your pretty mouth.”

Hannah thrashed her head from left to right on the pillow. “I don’t remember what you said. Ooooohh, shit. Oooh my God, Elijah, please.”

“I said I’m going to finger your tight cunt until you explode on my hand. You’re so close, I can feel you fluttering around me. I can’t wait until that’s my cock.”

She whimpered.

I growled.

Goddammit, I needed some relief too. Even if I came in my pants, I didn’t care. The skin on my shaft was stretched so tight it felt like it would split open.

“Feel me while I finger fuck you. Squeeze, rub, whatever, I don’t care. I just need to feel you. You can stop when you tell me what I’m waiting to hear, beautiful.”

“Wha-What if I can’t remember?” she panted.

“Then we can come together,” I teased with a mischievous wink.

Seconds flew by. After Hannah felt the erection tucked away in my pants, it only took a few more deep pumps of my hand, and she came wildly. I wanted to catalog every twitch and moan, but she was so expressive, as I suspected she would be, I couldn’t possibly witness every nuance.

Clearly, we’d just have to do it again and again until I was sure I’d seen everything I’d missed the times before.

As I pulled the beautiful woman close to me, and she didn’t protest with a single word. She was exhausted, and in a few minutes, quiet, even breathing came from where she’d fallen asleep on my chest.

Yeah…I could get used to this.