“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, and he could feel her squeezing her muscles.

Her voice was a whispered plea. “Lick, lick, lick.” His whole mouth covered her mound now, his tongue flat and sweeping, the way she liked it at the beginning, back and forth over the tender bud of her clit. He could feel her muscles deep inside around his fingers, tightening and releasing, and he knew what she wanted, how much she missed what she kept saying she didn’t.

He sucked her clit, starting to move his fingers in and out of her pussy, fast, making her moan and buck on top of him. Keeping a constant suction on her clit, or else she would just writhe and wriggle right away, he pistoned his fingers into her, driving hard, making her moan.

God, he loved fucking her. He missed fucking her-shoving his cock so far into her that she gasped and tried to twist out of his grip. He had no feeling left there at all…his cock was simply a bathroom tool now. Still, he felt arousal. It wasn’t centered in his genitals anymore-it was more like an overall flush, like his whole body became an erection and he was fucking her completely.

“You want a big, hard cock shoved up in there, don’t you?” He pressed his fingers into her flesh. She moaned and whimpered. “Tell me, Stef.”

“God!” she gasped, as he used the fingers on his other hand to pull back the hood of her clit and rub it-that always made her whole body shudder.

“Fingers just aren’t the same, are they?” He worked her clit faster now. Her thighs were trembling. “And a dildo isn’t the same either, is it?” Her juices were

flowing down over his hand and wrist, and she was gripping the headboard so hard it rocked along with her, banging into the wall with her movements.

“A big, hard cock…” He twisted his fingers inside her. “Hot flesh driving up inside of you…filling every part of you…”

“Oh, please,” she begged, slamming her body down onto his hand, his fingers working her clit in fast circles. “Oh, Evan, use your tongue.”