She pushed herself down on his fingers, but they weren’t what she wanted. They were just the foretaste.
‘More,’ she muttered. ‘Please.’
‘More fingers?’
‘No.’ He knew he was teasing her. His smile was wide, in between snatched kisses all over her neck and face.
‘I want you inside me,’ she whispered.
He curled his fingers and twisted them this way and that.
‘I think I am inside you, babe.’
‘Not like that.’
‘Like what then?’
‘Damn you!’ she cried, and he took his fingers away and knelt up, frowning down at her with mock displeasure.
‘Are you sure about that?’ he said. ‘Not a very nice way to talk to the man who’s trying to get you off, is it?’
‘Oh.’ She moaned and writhed, digging her heels into the mattress. He had her well and truly pinned down, straddling her so that she couldn’t move her legs.
But she could see that he wasn’t going to be teasing her for long. Not judging by the thick, straight shaft pointing upwards from its nest of curls. She could use this to her advantage.
She reached out and wrapped a hand around it.
‘Oh.’ Jason quirked an eyebrow, smiling crookedly down. ‘Nice. I’ll accept that as an apology.’
She caressed and stroked, looking directly into his eyes, for only a few seconds.
That was all it took for him to grunt, throw her off, turn her on to her front and push himself into her.
She rested on her elbows, pushing her bottom up to accept him more easily. How deep he plunged, stretching her, setting off the pleasurable friction she craved.
He held her hips for the first few strokes, to make sure he got as far up her channel as he possibly could, then he let go with one hand and reached over for the bedside table.
She tried to watch out of the corner of her eye, wondering what he was after.
She soon worked it out, when she heard the uncapping of a lid.
‘Oh,’ she whimpered, tightening her rear muscles in a flutter of fear.
‘Don’t you remember, babe?’ he said quietly, spreading her cheeks. ‘We were going to do something last night?’
‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘But …’
‘But it’s my birthday. I won’t go the whole way now, but tonight … tonight’s the night.’
He ran his lubed finger up and down her parted furrow, moving closer, pushing ever so slightly harder with each sweep.
Jenna rocked slightly on her knees with each thrust, trying to keep her muscles relaxed. Perhaps if she paid attention only to what was in her pussy, she would be able to accept the invasion of her rear more easily.
She focused hard on the building of her pleasure, the full feeling, the friction. Jason’s slippery finger found its target and rotated slowly and shallowly, getting her used to its presence before taking more decisive action.
He was so considerate and thorough in this that, after a while, she was surprised to find that she wanted him to push down a bit harder.
She lifted her bottom in invitation.