With the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath our bodies, I smoothed my palm down over her shoulder, then her ribs, to her hip and around to grab her arse. When Bianca gasped, I spread her cheek and slipped my fingers between the cleft. They ghosted over her back entrance, and I enjoyed how that made her flinch before sliding my digits further still until I found her pussy.
“God,” Bianca sighed, lifting her leg further still to allow me better access. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have your hands on me like this.”
“Yeah?” I teased her flesh, gently brushing the pads of my fingers over her.
“You’ve got such sexy hands– fuck, Kristian, don’t play with me.”
I laughed softly, peeling her hand from my cock. “Roll over. Let me see you.”
Bianca untangled herself from me, obediently laying on her back and spreading her legs wide. My eyes were riveted between them in an instant. She may have been fantasising about my fingers, butI’dbeen obsessing over this. Her pussy was glistening with arousal already and I’d barely begun.
When I could tear my eyes away from between her thighs, our eyes locked. Bianca’s face was pinker than I’d ever seen it and I hoped that was my doing and not the alcohol. Her dark brows were furrowed, her luscious lips swollen from my kisses and dark eyes silently begging me for more. She didn’t realise just how easily she had surpassed Amélie with just her facial expressions alone. Bianca was hungry for me, and I felt a rush of masculine pride.
With no hesitation, I leant in and buried my face between her legs. In an instant, Bianca’s thighs snapped shut around my head, squeezing me, but I allowed it. I quickly resumed the same steady rhythm I had been building when we were beside the pool, but this time I got my hands involved too. I smoothed my palms up and down the backs of her thighs, enjoying every shudder and whimper I drew from her. I inched my touch closer and closer to her core, until I was stroking the pads of my fingers against her entrance. She was so wet, it was a challenge not to slip inside her, but I held off and deliberately continued to tease her with what she wanted most.
“Fuck, just do it!” she cried with a hoarse laugh. “I’m going crazy.”
I had a feeling that was as close to begging as Bianca Rossi could get. When I eased my middle and ring finger inside her, her whole body tensed up.
“Oh, fuck. No. No, stop!” Bianca gasped, pushing my head away from her. “Stop. I’m going to come!”
I pulled my mouth away from her as she asked, but instead slowly fucked her with my fingers. I wasn’t sure if that alone was going to be enough to push her over the edge, but I didn’t have to wait long until I got my answer.
“Ooh,fuck!” she squeaked, covering her face with her hands. I felt her pussy tightening up around my digits, quivering and pulsing as she came. “Damn it!”
“What’s the big deal?” I asked with a laugh, lifting my fingers up and rubbing them against her G–spot as I extended her pleasure.
“I didn’t want to,” she whined, flesh still throbbing. “Not yet. Shit, Iknewthose fingers would feel great.”
I didn’t reply, just leant in over her and pressed down through the heel of my hand onto her clit. When Bianca’s mouth fell open, I fought a smile and began a gentle rocking motion. She snatched a fistful of bedding, her stomach tensing as she spread her legs wider still.
“F–fuck,”she whimpered, breath coming in short huffs. “That’s intense – keep going!”
I gradually upped the pace of my movements, fingers not thrusting, just curled up and pressed into her G–spot whilst the heel of my hand rubbed her clit. This wasn’t the first time this move had worked its magic for me, but I got the sense that with Bianca it was going to be something special. I could feel the pressure building up inside her, her looming climax almost pushing my fingers out with the strength of it. I wondered if Bianca had any idea what was likely to happen when she came.
“Have you ever squirted before?” I asked her breathlessly.
Bianca couldn’t form words to answer me, but she shook her head. I grinned. “I have a feeling you’re about to.”
“I–is that why I feel like this?” she gasped. “Like I need to pee? It’s too much!”
“When you’re ready to come for me, don’t fight it. Relax into it and I promise it’ll be worth it,” I murmured.
“Oh, Kristian,” she cried, her fingernails digging into my forearm. “Now! Fuck, now!”
I slipped my fingers out of her, using her arousal to lubricate my touch as I stroked her clit. As Bianca’s body jerked and shivered, she buried her face into my chest and moaned. I felt the wetness I had been waiting for spilling from her.
“Good girl, that’s it. Relax into it.”
I ached to sink myself inside her, to feel that pretty pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock as I fucked her. Just the thought of it had me twitching. Instead, I focussed on my hands, slowly petting her as she continued to writhe against me.
“Oh mygod!Kristian!” she whimpered, her voice muffled. “What the fuck?! That was so good, I might cry!”
I laughed, squeezing her tightly and Bianca wrapped her arms around my chest. I could still feel her body shuddering and twitching as the last of her pleasure ebbed from her. I wasn’t sure how long we lay there in one another’s arms, but eventually she leant back and blew her hair from her face. Her dark eyes gazed up at me.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” she asked with a grin.
I shrugged. “Here and there.”
