~Ariana
As soon as the door clicked shut, Bart drove his fingers into me. The sound of his fingers hitting my soaking wetness filled the room. I was so sensitive after the scare that every thrust felt like lightning.
"You're overflowing, Ari," he rasped.
He kept pushing, faster and deeper, until I couldn't hold it back anymore. My back arched high off the bed and my body vibrated violently as I squirted, the warm liquid soaking his hand and the sheets.
I let out a muffled cry into his shoulder, my nails digging deep into the muscles of his back. He let out a low, shaky moan, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
He pulled his hand away, the air hitting my wet skin, and I felt him hovering over me. "Can I?" he whispered, his voice cracking with how much he wanted me.
I didn't eve
