She shuddered hard when he curled his finger, and gasped, “There’s /more/?” She wasn’t sure she could /take/ more — she might just explode into a thousand shining pieces.
“More fingers and then…me…” He stated, wanting the moment to remain tender for her innocence was just so endearing, and part of him regretted taking that away from her. But he couldn’t wait and nor could she if her reactions were anything to go by, and slowly, he inserted a second finger and stilled, eyes locking with hers.
She closed her eyes, the motion of his fingers drawing a long slow moan from her. She seemed to come to a place where it felt just as good, but she could somehow think, a little. “How — how,” she gasped, “can I make you feel this? I need you to feel like this.”