Page 104 of Keep Me
“With your fingers, your tongue, your cock. Everything. Just like the first night.” I pulled at my nipples, chasing a high I knew wouldn’t come without more stimulation.
“Play with your clit.” As if I’d lost control over myself, I brought my hand down to my center and frantically circled my nub, and the rush of pent-up pleasure worked its way through me.
Matty leaned down so close to me that I could feel his breath across my opened thighs, adding an entirely new dimension to this.
My chest heaved, my body was on the brink and watching him, watch me made the entire thing that much hotter. No one had ever seen me like this before.
“Push a finger inside your soaking wet pussy, Britt. I want to watch you fuck yourself while you think about me.”
I did as he said and moaned when I felt the penetration. If I watched Matty, I could almost pretend it was his finger inside me instead of my own. Unfortunately, mine lacked the thickness to feel like the real thing, but with his breath against me, it almost didn’t matter.
“Add another.”
As always, I complied, adding another finger and using my palm to stimulate my clit while my fingers worked me from the inside.
“You’re struggling, aren’t you?”
I groaned.
“Fuck, you look so hot right now, Wifey. Dripping wet for me and aching for my cock. Why are you putting yourself through this? Why don’t you let me touch you?”
I didn’t answer, too hot on the feeling of his breath blowing against me to want it to end. He hadn’t touched me yet, but when his shoulder’s knocked against my knees, opening me up even more, I was so close to coming.
“That’s it, Wifey. Add another finger.” I did as he asked, the slickness of my arousal the only noise we could hear.
“So hot.”
I clenched around my hand, trying to hold back my orgasm when two more fingers pushed into me.
“What the—”
To say it was a tight squeeze would be an understatement.
“Matty!” I cried, half-delirious as his fingers pushed mine further inside.
“You can take it. I know you can.”
I let out a choked moan of pleasure as my fingers went deeper than they’d ever been before. Four fingers were inside me. I was so full, and it felt so good.
“Matty.” I was going to come. I knew it, but just as my body was about to hit the precipice, Matty pulled his fingers out and raised his hand, inspecting the sheen of wetness left across them. “I’m sorry, Wifey. I got a little carried away there. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Finally, he locked eyes with mine and grinned. “You were close, weren’t you? I could tell by the way you clenched our fingers.”
“Just take me,” I cried out, not willing to wait any more. I’d already given in.
He flicked his gaze to my pussy and bit his bottom lip. “As much as I want to taste your pussy again, I think I have a better idea that won’t go against your wishes. Going slow. That’s what you want.”
He pulled his phone out, then walked to the side of the bed. Instinctively, I covered up, and he looked up at me with furrowed brows, then dropped his phone. “Oh, did you think I was going to film you?” I didn’t have to say anything for him to know the answer. “Wifey, if we were going to do something like that, I’d be setting up a 1990s VHS camcorder. There’s no way I’m risking my computer getting hacked and sharing your perfection to the world, but I sure as hell would be purchasing a VCR so we could watch it.”
Urgh, he had to say that, didn’t he? My clit was throbbing from the lack of stimulation. The need to touch myself again was getting harder to ignore, but when he opened the drawer next to my bed and pulled out the rose vibrator, I gasped.
“Ah, I’ve been waiting to try this.” He pressed the switch, making it come to life. Sure enough, that little tongue was flapping and the thick dildo stem started pumping. The hum of the vibration changed with every swipe of his phone.
“Did you hack my dildo?”
He laughed. “No. I mean, I could have if I wanted to, but I didn’t need to. This thing has Bluetooth, so I set it up on my phone while you were in the shower that time I heard you fucking it,” he said as he walked back around the bed so he was between my legs. Oh my god, hehadheard me. Did that mean he heard me calling out his name? “The app doesn’t do too much; it just controls the intensity.” His eyes connected with mine. “But Imighthave added a few features to the software so I’d be alerted when you turned it on and off.”
“That sounds a lot like you did hack my dildo?”
