He added a third finger, and I cried out. Not from pain — from the fullness, the pressure, the way he was stretching me open for him. His other hand came around to my front, cupping my breast, rolling my n****e between his fingers.
"You're so wet," he said, surprised. "From just this?"
"From you." I rocked back on his fingers, f*****g myself on them. "From knowing you're going to be inside me. From knowing I'm the first person you've ever done this with."
He groaned, his fingers curling inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"Fao—"
"Right there?" He pressed again, and my whole body shuddered. "You like that?"
"Yes— yes— right there—"
He worked that spot relentlessly, his other hand moving from my breast to my c**t, rubbing in tight circles. I was going
