Audrey brought hesitant, faltering hands to her breasts and molded against them, gradually increasing in intensity as he moved his hand closer to her cunny until he was touching her with the lightest of touches.

Ever so slightly, she ground her hips down to connect more fully with his hand, and her eyes widened in shock over her own boldness. Before he lost himself to her newfound bravery, Lodge lifted her other ankle, following the same procedure as before with the opposite bedpost, until she was stretched wide before him with her honeypot open to his view.

“ Too tight?” he asked, dipping a single finger into her very tight sheath, a chuckle on his lips over his own double entendre.

“ No,” she moaned.

He’d never seen her this way before-so wanton and needy, just as he always was. Perhaps she had always wished for this sort of variety, without ever being aware of it. If this ended the way he was imagining it, Lodge would definitely be finding a way to thank Holbrook, however odd it felt to think such a thing.

After a moment, he withdrew and added a second finger, stretching her for his coming invasion. Audrey stopped playing with her breasts and propped herself up on her elbows, watching in the fading sunlight. He took up a fucking rhythm, thrusting his hand against her and inside her, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her button as she stared down at their join.

When high-pitched little squeaks came from her mouth, he nearly lost control. Lodge gripped her by both thighs, lifted her slightly off the bed, and pressed his cock inside, moving forward until he was completely buried.

As soon as he resumed his pace, driving his tool into her like a man possessed, she splintered around him with a silent scream-an orgasm far more intense than he’d ever witnessed before. Her head rolled back and hit the mattress, and her sheath shuddered in waves, and still he plunged into her time and again.