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Between my cheeks.

And to my hole.

I gasp.

He doesn’t just try to force them in. I realize instantly that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He teases me down there with the finesse of someone who’s experienced, knowing exactly how to move his fingers, listening to my every reaction. I have no choice but to give in to him completely, drop my jaw and rock my eyes back with the way he so expertly drives me crazy.

But the more he teases me, the more I relax down there, too.

Coming undone in a way I’m not sure I can articulate.

I never saw myself as an uptight person. Quite the opposite, actually. But the more he teases and tortures my hole, the more I feel these tight ribbons of stress and responsibility letting go one at a time. Snapping apart. Detaching. Releasing.

My eyebrows squeeze together as I try to convince my eyes to focus on his, to not keep rocking back.

The look on his face is so fucking intense. So focused on me.

So determined.

Like a machine with a given duty. Yet as warm as a man. Very warm. As if despite the cold, dark fireplace at our side, it might as well be fully lit and spitting embers between us.

The more he teases me, the more I relax.

And the more leeway his fingers get.

I barely notice.

He doesn’t stop. My body doesn’t fight him at all. I’ve become willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.

But the more I get into it, the less he holds back.

And his fingers are having so much fun down there.

Something must signal on my breathless face, because his lips descend on mine the next instant, and I’m a goner.

His hips grind into me, gently at first.

Then gathering force.

His fingers never stop.

He might as well be fucking me on this rug right now.

Except something tells me if he was, I’d be feeling it twenty times more than I am right now.

I’d be howling so loud, there’d be no mistaking what’s going on in this room.

We’d be the thunderstorm.

His lips move to my chin, still kissing, then to my neck, and to my chest. Now my breaths are turning into noises I can’t suppress. His surprisingly slippery fingers work into me little by little, only as deeply as he can manage without real lube—which is more than enough, considering I’m already rock hard and losing my mind.

Then my cock slips out of my underwear.

He’s holding it.

His warm mouth closes around the head.

Slides down, engulfs its length.