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Her gasping breath blew his goddamn mind.
“The lube feels pretty good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, beginning to trace a circle against her. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it tingled. Felt a little hot even. Sometimes it makes me throb.” He wasn’t talking about the lube, and he was the one fucking throbbing as her hips twitched toward him. He added a bit more pressure.
Her breath shuddered. “I-Isn’t that enough?” she asked.
It wouldn’t be enough unless he could make her come. That was his new goal when her hand trembled on the knife again and he started to think maybe she really could. “No, you need more,” he said, switching from circling to a direct rub over it. He pretended to spread the lube, shifted back, and did it again. And again. “Almost done,” he murmured. She was sucking in breaths now, and her legs were shaking. His finger slicked over her. “You’re probably throbbing something fierce now.”
“I—” She swallowed, trying to think. “I’m not sure.”
He was fine with her denial. Her hips more obviously followed his hand when he moved it up, dumping on more lube even though they were practically bathing in it already.
She frowned at him. “Montrell, I—” Her breath stuttered. “I want to be filled.”
Fuck. If he had less restraint he would have thrust up toward her. His own legs shook with the effort of holding back. “Last pass,” he promised, unable to hold back his smile when her legs shifted wider as his hand moved between them.
Her eyes narrowed in on his smile. “You—”
He rubbed over her clit very deliberately this time, breaking her focus on whatever she would have said.
“Do you think it’s enough?” he asked. His finger was moving back and forth, the lube letting it speed up almost too easily. She didn’t try to answer, her gorgeous mouth sucking in air now. “Close your eyes to concentrate,” he suggested.
She obeyed.
“Such a good girl,” he groaned, panting a bit himself. He swallowed, his tongue heavy as he imagined it on her clit instead. Someday soon. “It’s okay if there’s a throb or an ache. You might feel a tightening, even.”
“Inside,” she gasped, her hips trying to shift him away from her clit. “I want you inside of me.”
He couldn’t deny her; he moved his finger to her entrance. “That’s a good idea. Need plenty of lube there.” He pushed some of it inside her as he slipped his finger in with it. Not deep. Just enough for her to feel it. She pushed down, taking it in deeper, and they both groaned.
“That was easier, wasn’t it, Bea?” he asked, trying like hell not to take it further. Not until she came. “My finger’s smaller than my cock.”
Her eyes blinked open, locking on his in confusion. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.” He nearly swallowed his tongue as she moved against him. “Does it feel good?”
“I’m not sure,” she murmured, the words almost slurred.
“That’s okay.” He pulled his finger back, scared he would start thrusting into her with it—he so wanted to thrust. Rubbing her clit would be better, he told himself, and she let out another soft sound as he did. “What about this? Good, right?”
Her hand fell off the knife at his neck as she braced both hands against the bed, trying to shift her hips away from his suddenly very insistent finger. “Montrell?” It wasn’t a shout like he wanted. It was a fearful question.
He wished he could take her fear away. “It’s okay,” he promised. “You probably feel a throb. Almost a pulse. Lean into it, Bea. You can let go. I’d never hurt you.” He slowed down instead of speeding up, pressing a tad more firmly as he rubbed his thumb over her. “You can orgasm, Bea. I promise.”
She made a choking sound as her hips pushed into him instead of away.
“Feel that throb? Accept it. Let it spread.” He followed the rhythm of her hips, firm but still gentle, and so fucking slick with all the lube. “Focus, Bea. You’ve got this. Let it feel good.”
She cried out as her body jerked, trying to get away in the end. His arm clamped around her, holding her against his stroking finger as she shook.
She was climaxing, and he wanted to roar with his satisfaction. His balls tightened, and he felt like he could come with her. His mind latched onto the thought, and he imagined it, pretended he was buried in her pussy as she squeezed around him with every shudder. He shouted as his cum shot between them.
She tensed as it hit her thigh.
“It’s okay, Bea,” he said, not letting his finger stop drawing her orgasm out. “You’re safe.”
Her arms gave out as she collapsed on top of his chest. It was still a little sticky from the spilled lube, and her hair was right on the spill, but he didn’t fucking care. His arms wrapped around her in a hug as she came down from her orgasm.
She’d fucking had one. He couldn’t feel properly guilty about forcing it on her.
