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Authors: Ashley Hunter
give her what she needed most. She felt him chuckle against her before one of his hands trailed further south toward the center of her hips.
Andrea let out a tight gasp when she felt his fingers play with the hem of her panties, flickering the edge and teasing her soaking slit over the fabric. Suddenly, a different wave of desire pulsed through her, made her want to buck and shift and rub against him viciously hard.
It was so new, Andrea was momentarily stunned by it. It didn’t last long until she felt his fingers dig around the fabric of her underwear to find her folds.
“You’re so wet for me,” Dom murmured, pleased.
“Let’s reward you.”
Andrea bucked again, grinding her hips against his fingers and wanting him to bring her closer to the edge.
“Dom, oh, oh Dom. Please , ohh, please. ”
“Fascinating,” he whispered and she felt him sink a couple of fingers into her sex. The intrusion was not painful but it was slightly uncomfortable.
His fingers were nothing like her own and so it took half a moment to adjust. Yet when she did, and he began to make beckoning motions with his digits, Andrea’s hips began to move on their own.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Andrea sighed, gasping as he continued to pulse inside her, his palm grazing her clit. With each push, Andrea ground back, rubbing herself and spreading her legs further to better meet his thrusts. Yet it wasn’t enough, and she could hear his panting begin to match hers the more he touched her.
“ I want you, ” Andrea moaned.
“ God, ” she groaned, “I want to fuck you.”
She had never in her life uttered such a profane phrase, yet it felt wonderful out of her tongue and it seemed to do the trick to get Dom to do more.
“Turn around,” Andrea heard him order, his voice hoarse.
“On your knees.”
The position had always intrigued Andrea, yet while she wanted to have her first time with him face-to-face, she also needed him badly. Sure enough, Dom’s fingers disappeared from inside her, helping her instead as she turned around and arched her rear toward him. He made a sound, like a purr, and she heard the last of his clothing fall from his skin to fall to the carpet.
She heard something rattle next—the nightstand?—and then the sound of a wrapper peeling apart. When she peered over her shoulder, she saw Dom pull a condom over his length and her eyes took in the girth of his shaft with curiosity.
It was merely a glance but she wanted to see, yet she wanted him inside her more. His fist gripped to his length, making a few pumps over himself before aligning himself to her folds.
“Ready?” he asked.
Andrea didn’t have to reply, because he was already pushing inside her. She was so wet, he was pushing in without much difficulty, yet the sensation of him filling her was different and wonderful at the same time.
A hoarse moan pushed through her throat, her back arching more the further he pushed in. Andrea’s fists clenched over the comforter, digging into the fabric as she felt him go further and further in, and when he finally stopped, hips to hips, she was letting out another cry.
He pulled away before pushing back in, the sensation overcoming her senses and filling her with another moan that felt just as good as the last. Slowly, the undulation of his hips began to increase, the frequency of his thrusts becoming swift and innumerable. Andrea’s lips remained open, releasing moan after pleasured moan as he filled her than pulled away, then filled her, and pulled away once more.
Eventually he was pounding into her, hard enough to make her almost wince, swift enough to make her body quake with each delightful shift. The sound of their hips slapping together was almost obscene, but each moan and grunt he released made her want to keep going.
Eventually, he leaned further over her, adjusting the angle of his thrusts until she swore she could feel every ridge, every individual curve of him.
Then his fingers dipped between her
Andrea let out a tight gasp when she felt his fingers play with the hem of her panties, flickering the edge and teasing her soaking slit over the fabric. Suddenly, a different wave of desire pulsed through her, made her want to buck and shift and rub against him viciously hard.
It was so new, Andrea was momentarily stunned by it. It didn’t last long until she felt his fingers dig around the fabric of her underwear to find her folds.
“You’re so wet for me,” Dom murmured, pleased.
“Let’s reward you.”
Andrea bucked again, grinding her hips against his fingers and wanting him to bring her closer to the edge.
“Dom, oh, oh Dom. Please , ohh, please. ”
“Fascinating,” he whispered and she felt him sink a couple of fingers into her sex. The intrusion was not painful but it was slightly uncomfortable.
His fingers were nothing like her own and so it took half a moment to adjust. Yet when she did, and he began to make beckoning motions with his digits, Andrea’s hips began to move on their own.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Andrea sighed, gasping as he continued to pulse inside her, his palm grazing her clit. With each push, Andrea ground back, rubbing herself and spreading her legs further to better meet his thrusts. Yet it wasn’t enough, and she could hear his panting begin to match hers the more he touched her.
“ I want you, ” Andrea moaned.
“ God, ” she groaned, “I want to fuck you.”
She had never in her life uttered such a profane phrase, yet it felt wonderful out of her tongue and it seemed to do the trick to get Dom to do more.
“Turn around,” Andrea heard him order, his voice hoarse.
“On your knees.”
The position had always intrigued Andrea, yet while she wanted to have her first time with him face-to-face, she also needed him badly. Sure enough, Dom’s fingers disappeared from inside her, helping her instead as she turned around and arched her rear toward him. He made a sound, like a purr, and she heard the last of his clothing fall from his skin to fall to the carpet.
She heard something rattle next—the nightstand?—and then the sound of a wrapper peeling apart. When she peered over her shoulder, she saw Dom pull a condom over his length and her eyes took in the girth of his shaft with curiosity.
It was merely a glance but she wanted to see, yet she wanted him inside her more. His fist gripped to his length, making a few pumps over himself before aligning himself to her folds.
“Ready?” he asked.
Andrea didn’t have to reply, because he was already pushing inside her. She was so wet, he was pushing in without much difficulty, yet the sensation of him filling her was different and wonderful at the same time.
A hoarse moan pushed through her throat, her back arching more the further he pushed in. Andrea’s fists clenched over the comforter, digging into the fabric as she felt him go further and further in, and when he finally stopped, hips to hips, she was letting out another cry.
He pulled away before pushing back in, the sensation overcoming her senses and filling her with another moan that felt just as good as the last. Slowly, the undulation of his hips began to increase, the frequency of his thrusts becoming swift and innumerable. Andrea’s lips remained open, releasing moan after pleasured moan as he filled her than pulled away, then filled her, and pulled away once more.
Eventually he was pounding into her, hard enough to make her almost wince, swift enough to make her body quake with each delightful shift. The sound of their hips slapping together was almost obscene, but each moan and grunt he released made her want to keep going.
Eventually, he leaned further over her, adjusting the angle of his thrusts until she swore she could feel every ridge, every individual curve of him.
Then his fingers dipped between her
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