Page 11 of Her Indecent Tutor
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He tugged my panties down, and set them on the couch next to us. Then he pushed his hand up my skirt again. When he touched me, skin on skin, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“You’re getting wet,” he murmured, sliding a finger through my folds, teasing the entrance.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot. And it means I’m doing a good job.” He found my clit and rubbed very gently, making me gasp. “Does it feel good?”
“What do you think?” I retorted, sucking in my stomach as he continued to rub circles.
He laughed softly and played with my clit until I grew wetter and wetter.
“You’re soaked,” he said, running his fingers up and down my slit. “I’m going to put my finger inside you now. Is that okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry. It’ll just be my fingertip at first.” He shifted so he had both hands on me now. One played with my clit, touching me enough to keep me turned on, but not enough to let me cum. The other finger slowly pushed inside me. When one inch was inserted, Ryan stilled. “Does it feel okay?”
I nodded. “There’s a tiny bit of a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Do you think you can take more?”
“Yeah.”
He kissed the back of my neck, which surprised me. It was…sweet. I didn’t think Ryan could be sweet. “Good girl,” he said, and slowly pushed the rest of his digit inside.
His finger was thicker and longer than mine, and there was a slight tinge of pain, but it quickly faded when he rubbed my clit, distracting me with slow, teasing pleasure. Soon, his entire finger was inside of me. He let out a grunt. “Fuck. Youaretight.”
“It’s almost like I’m a virgin.”
He responded to that sarcastic comment but pressing down on my clit, and I gasped.
“Sorry,” he said afterwards. “That was mean.”
“Yeah,” I replied, letting my eyes flutter shut. “It was.”
He kept drawing circles around my clit. “Do you feel alright?”
“Yeah,” I said. I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder. “Is…is this okay for you?”
“What do you mean?” I could hear the frown in his voice.
“Well, aren’t you bored? You’re just sitting there —”
He pulled me closer to him, and suddenly I felt something long and hard against my ass. My stomach flipped.
“I promise you, I’m not bored,” he said in a gravelly whisper. “I have a pretty girl in my lap. And I have my finger inside her tight, wet cunt. This is what all men dream of.”
“I…” Shit, I couldn’t speak. “I didn’t know you could talk so dirty.”
“I can teach you how. Later. But right now…” he curled his finger inside me, pressing something, and I let out an involuntary moan. “Right now, I’m going to make you cum using nothing but my fingers.”
He started rubbing my clit again, faster and faster, until the muscles in my legs tensed. The finger inside me curled, stroking something that flooded me with warmth. Was that my g spot? It had to be. I never expected it to feel so good, and as he pushed his fingertip against it, I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.
When he pulled his finger out, I was about to complain, but that’s when he pushed a second finger into me. Once again, there was a stretch, but it didn’t hurt. It couldn’t, not when I felt drunk with pleasure. He pushed his fingers in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside of me, while his other hand played with my swollen clit.
Then I heard Ryan’s heavy breathing. He was enjoying this. I knew that, on some level — I could feel his erection pressing into me — but there was something about hearing his ragged breaths. Hearing him lose control. It set me off and I squeezed my eyes shut as the orgasm crashed into me, my legs shaking.
Ryan helped me through the orgasm. When it had washed away, leaving my clit oversensitive, I made a noise and he took his fingers off immediately. Slowly, he eased his fingers out.
