His finger was barely inside me. Just the tip, maybe half an inch, enough to make me crazy but nowhere near enough to help.
I could feel myself trying to clench around it, trying to pull him deeper, but he held his hand completely still.
"Ja..ax—" His name came out desperate, in two syllables. "Please..."
"Please what?" His voice was dark and dangerous.
"Please... more."
"More what?"
He pushed in another tiny bit, so slow I could feel every ridge of his finger dragging against me.
"More of this? My finger barely inside you?"
"Yes—no—I mean—" I couldn't think, couldn't form words with him teasing me like this.
"Use your words." He took another tiny movement. "Tell me what you want."
"Your finger. Inside me. All the way. Please."
He smiled, very cruel and satisfied.
"Since you as
