cunt. “I understand.”
And, just with a touch, he dispelled her distress, replacing it with a fresh wash of arousal. The slow, steady strokes of his thumb, so close to the center of her need, were almost unbearable. How she wanted him to go harder, farther in, find her nub or penetrate her, anything to satisfy this raging desire.
“You have a beautiful cunt, Jane. Like an exotic flower, wet with dew.”
She hadn’t expected that. Neither the cessation of his questions nor that lustful words could be so sweet and make her moan with pained anticipation.
But he hadn’t finished prying, only now the questions seemed intended to make her lose her already tenuous control, perhaps even to drive her to release.
“Do you want me to put my finger into your cunt, Jane? Pretend it is a little cock to fuck you with?”
“Yes… Oh God, yes.”
“Or would you prefer my tongue on you?”
The thought of it made her muscles lock, her belly and cunt begin to pulse with the first waves of bliss. That mobile, beautiful mouth on her cunt? His tongue lapping, hot and slick and wet, at her nub? It was too much to dream of, but everything she could want. Unable to answer with words, she pressed against his hand, and he laughed, a low, dangerous sound.
“Perhaps it is my cock you want, Jane. I would let you have that too, perhaps between those sweet, pink lips of yours today, so I can spend in your mouth.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, trembling so hard she was in danger of her legs giving way beneath her.
And all the time his thumb stroked, close but not close enough, driving her to lunacy, edging her nearer and nearer to ecstasy.
“Tell me what you want, Jane.” He pressed the side of her mound, moving the flesh just enough that a sharp stab of pleasure fired through her straining body. “Tell me you want my finger and tongue and cock, and I shall let you have them.”
She tried to speak but choked on the words, her throat too dry from the rush of air in and out of her mouth. Desperately she swallowed, moistening the passageway enough for the words to fly forth.
“I want your finger, your tongue, your cock. Please, Sergio. Please. Let me have them.”
He laughed again, but she didn’t mind, for his thumb had finally traversed into her slit, was pressing into her cunt. The inner muscles of her body clenched on it greedily as though to suck him in as far as possible, and when he rubbed in slow circles Jane was taken up on her toes by a white-hot strike of pleasure.
“You’re so wet and slippery, Jane.” Sergio’s accent was suddenly thicker, his voice a gravelly rasp, and she gloried in the sound. “So tight too. Can you imagine what it will feel like when I put my cock in you, fuck you slowly, thoroughly?”
She came then, shattered by his words, the sensation of his thrusting thumb, the sudden clear picture of the two of them together, his prick deep in her cunt, her body writhing with carnal pleasure beneath his. Shaking, biting her lip so as not to scream, she rode the waves of ecstasy, her legs trembling so hard she tightened her already convulsive grip on the chair so as not to sink to the ground.
“Sweet Jane.” His voice stroked over her like the finest velvet, bringing another shock of pleasure, taking her, trembling, back to the knife-edge brink of release again. “Sweet Jane, with her sweet, hot cunt. Her secrets and hidden delights. What other discoveries are there for me to make?”
Was there truly anything hidden from him? Caught in the fog of his bliss-inducing touch, she didn’t think so. She’d never felt more exposed, more gloriously open to another person.
“Ahh,” he murmured. “One more discovery I must make, sweet Jane.” He rotated his thumb inside her, caressing her inner walls, his free hand suddenly grasping the other side of her ass. And when next he spoke, she felt his breath on the oversensitive flesh he was so masterfully controlling. “I would know how you taste.”
Her