"Mhm," he hums. "Doing so good."
I squeeze my eyes shut, my hips twitching as his finger penetrates me. It doesn't even hurt like I figured it would. I think he might actually know what he's doing
His touch is careful, but every gentle thrust of his finger sends a ripple of heat curling low in my stomach. And then, he crooks his finger slightly, making my entire body jolt at the pleasure.
"Nate," I gasp, fisting the sheets.
"That feel good?" I nod, a whimper tearing from my throat when he adds more pressure to that spot, focusing on it. It has pleasure blooming deeper than I've ever felt, more intense than anything I did when I used to touch myself.
His other hand slides up my shaking thigh, holding me steady.♡
