"You're swallowing my fingers so greedily," I observed, curling them slightly to stroke along her inner walls. "Like your body knows exactly what it wants even if you're trying to deny it."
She muttered something incoherent, words dissolving into gasps and broken sounds as I continued working her toward climax.
I shifted my attention to her breasts, the ones I'd exposed earlier. Took one peaked nipple into my mouth and sucked, hard enough to make her cry out, then bit down gently before soothing the sting with my tongue.
Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed and strained against my grip. Not really trying to break free... just needing something to do, some way to ground herself against the sensations overwhelming her.
I could feel her getting closer. Feel the way her inner walls were beginning to flutter around my fingers, the way her breathing had gone sharp and uneven, the way her thighs were trembling where they were still draped over my shoulders.
