It was almost embarrassing. A knee went to separate my legs enough for his other hand to go in between them, caressing softly, teasing me, making me want him so much I threw my head back and rested it on his shoulder.
"I don't really need you to face me," he whispered. "I can always make you turn around." To emphasize that, he introduced a finger into me, making me gasp. And that had me turning around because I wanted to kiss him so badly.
I was always going to be surprised at the length of him. At first, I was even nervous. But we fit perfectly, like we were made for each other.
He smiled and indulged me as he spread my legs wider and drew lazy circles on my center. But I was done with the games. I had no idea why, but I needed him more than ever. And I had a feeling this was going to happen every time.
