He groaned. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”
The flash of heat and lust in his eyes told her he was talking about fucking her with his cock, not the fake one. But he didn’t remove his briefs. Didn’t put away the dildo. Instead, he eased it farther into her wet cunt, then pulled it out, then eased it back in. A slow, steady rhythm that made her breathing pick up.
“Oh yes,” she said, needing to have her pussy filled. “Fuck me, Finn.”
The crystal cock stroked her inner walls, going deeper each time he slid it almost out before pushing it back in. The pace was a sensual one, heightening her arousal, making her even wetter.
But also making her want more.
“Faster, Finn.”
He shook his head. Continued the slow, steady rhythm he’d set. Each time the dildo slid out, then plunged back in, her body jerked. Her stomach quivered. Her breasts swayed.
Finn’s free hand rested on her ass and he moved it downward so his thumb reached her anus. He rubbed the small hole, then pressed into it, driving her even wilder.
Yet Yvette wanted more.
“Fuck me hard, Finn. Please.”
Her nipples grazed the soft satin below her as she rocked her hips, meeting his strokes, but also trying to pick up the pace.
Finn did the crazy twisting thing again and she cried out from the pleasure that rocketed through her body.
He groaned, as though he was as turned-on as she was. Proved that was the case, actually, as the crystal cock thrust into her, a little quicker this time.
She released her grip on her ass cheek, needing to steady herself with both forearms on the sofa as Finn’s strong strokes rocked her body. Her palms flattened against the cushion and her head dropped to the backs of her hands as he fucked her.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “Faster.”
His tempo turned to double-time.
“Oh God, yes,” she muttered between low moans and endless whimpering. The sensations mounted inside her, growing stronger and more vibrant. She was wet and hot and dying for more. “Fuck my pussy, Finn. Make me come.”
She grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion where it met the arm, gripping it tight to keep her steady as she shifted her weight and freed her other arm. That hand slid down her belly to her clit, which she rubbed vigorously as Finn pumped the crystal rod in and out of her cunt.
“God, you’re making me so hard,” he said. He let out another one of those sexy growls, which made her toes curl in her shoes.
“You’re making me crazy,” she shot back. “I’m so close…”
“You want more?”
“Yes!”
He put a little muscle behind his quick pace, working her feverishly as he turned the long, full strokes into short, plunging ones that kept her cunt filled. The head of the dildo rubbed her G-spot, sending her into a sexual tizzy. She abandoned her clit-rubbing, in need of holding onto the arm of the sofa to stabilize herself against the frantic onslaught.
“Oh God, Finn. That feels so good. Fuck my pussy. Oh God, yes!” She came with a sharp cry as he hit all the right spots and the beautiful sensations he evoked exploded inside her like a twenty-foot wave crashing onto the shore. She could barely breathe, just clung to the arm of the couch like it was a life-preserver, as wave after wave of sensation rippled through her.
She was barely cognizant of Finn withdrawing the dildo from her body. Her eyes were closed, but she heard his bare feet on her hardwood floor as he padded out of the room, likely heading toward the bathroom. Or the trash, as he’d threatened earlier.
Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want him to toss her toy. So he was planning on fucking her this weekend, but what about the next weekend? And the weekend after that? She may need that dildo, after all. Though, admittedly, she’d never get as much pleasure out of it as she’d just gotten from Finn.
Holy Christ, he’d fucked her good.
When she heard him return to the room, she opened her eyes. She still clung to the arm of the sofa, her head resting along the top.
Finn grinned at her over his shoulder as he returned the dildo to the drawer. He must have washed it off for her. How sweet.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. The post-orgasm euphoria still coursed through her, keeping her aroused.
“Thought it might come in handy sometime,” he said with a wink.
She relinquished her hold on the sofa and rolled onto her back. She needed a shower. Maybe a nap. But her body still hummed with excitement and anticipation. She still wanted Finn. On top of her. Beneath her. Behind her. Inside her.
She groaned. “Jesus, Finn. You are the World Champion of Foreplay.”
“What can I say?” He returned to the ice chest. “You inspire me, doll.”