"God, Catherine, you have the most beautiful little pussy." His fingers moved deeper still, his thumb finding her aching clit. She shuddered. "I want you so much. I promise I won't hurt you."

"I can't, I can't," she whispered, starting to disengage, moving away. His hands on her hips stopped her, pulling her back and centering her over him.

"I want to be inside of you."

She whimpered. His fingers petted her, spreading her wetness, which was considerable, everywhere. "You love my fingers inside you… imagine how it would feel to have my prick here." Her hand tightened on him at the thought and he moaned.

"David, please," she begged.

"Ok." He sighed. "I'll tell you what."

"What?"

His tongue found her then, expertly teasing her clit, and she sighed, and then started making soft little cries as he wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her closer. She started moving against him, whispering, "Yes, yes," again and again. She could feel it beginning to tighten, like something deeply coiled within her, edging closer to being unsprung.

"Please!" She was begging him now, his stiff cock in her hand all but forgotten.

Then his tongue teasingly slowed, and stopped. She groaned, glancing back at him, her eyes half closed and a little wild. He smiled slowly, his face full of her, and gently eased her down onto the futon. He kissed her, and she could taste herself in his mouth, pungent and a little musky. She was dizzy with wanting him, her hand seeking his cock without even looking, just wanting to feel the swell of it in her hand.

"Do me a favor?" He smiled. She looked at him quizzically. "In the bathroom. Top left drawer. K-Y jelly." She cocked her head and frowned, but she obeyed him, curious. Sometimes they used it when she asked him to stroke himself for her until he came. It was one of her favorite things, she'd discovered, and she loved to watch, the surge and flow and buck and growl of him. The thought warmed her as she pawed through the drawer.