Am a panting mess already as I squirmed and moaned so loudly that walls shuddered.
His fingers slide into my wet sex and I clenched around it while he pumps gently until I created a puddle beneath us.
Am a bit ashamed at how wet I am down there, but at the same time, am too aroused to care.
He kept pumping his fingers into me as I arched my back off the bed from the force of the orgasm that racked my body as I shivered in pure pleasure.
"I want you" he repeated more hoarsely and I moaned once again at the sensuality of his voice. "If you want this to stop babe, now's the time."
He stopped kissing me and looked at me intensely, with eyes drunk with passion and desire. He stopped moving, giving me a chance to decide if I wanted to turn back or go forward.
I know there's no turning back. I can't help it, I also want more. I want him because I've fallen for him already and he makes me feel so good.