“you came so pretty for me.” pressing a kiss to your temple. fingers still inside you. still moving slowly. “now do it again.”
“i can’t—” you whine. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. “i just— please i need a second—”
“you don’t need a second.” curling my fingers. feeling you clench immediately despite everything. “see that? your body didn’t need a second.”
you whimpering. hips twisting. stuck between pressing against my fingers and pulling away.
“so confused.” watching you fondly. thumb finding your clit. slow circles. “your hips don’t know which way to go do they.”
“it’s too sensitive— please—”
“i know it is.” not stopping. pumping slow. deep. “that’s what makes it so good.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you how wet they are. “look at that. look what you did.”
you hiding your face.
“no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look. you’re soaked, baby. you just came and you’re still this wet.” sliding back in. three fingers this time. feeling you stretch. “your body needs more. you haven’t stopped rocking against my fingers, i can feel you.”
you crying out at the stretch. hands gripping my arm.
“such a good boy/girl. that’s it.” curling all three. finding that spot. watching your back arch. “there it is.”
“please— it’s too much— i can’t do this again—”
“you said that the first time.” thumb pressing firm against your clit. “and then you came so hard you forgot your own name.” pumping faster. watching your face. “so forgive me if i don’t believe you.”
you sobbing now. tears sliding down. and still. still your hips are moving. rolling forward desperately.
“look at that.” slowing deliberately. watching your hips chase my hand. “look at what your body does.” cooing at you. “you’re chasing my fingers while you’re crying about it being too much. do you know how that looks?”
you shaking your head. embarrassed.
“so desperate.” bringing my other hand to your chest. finding your nipple. rolling it slowly. feeling you gasp. “even now. even completely oversensitive and crying. still so desperate for me.”
“please—” broken. “please i’ll do anything— please just let me—”
“let you what.” not stopping. fingers pumping. thumb circling. “say it.”
“please let me cum— please— i need to— please—”
“you need to.” repeating it softly. curling deeper. feeling you clench. “you just came, baby. and now you need to again.” thumb pressing firm. “say it. say what you are.”
“desperate—” sobbing it. “i’m desperate— please—”
“you are.” smiling at your admission. pinching your nipple. watching you gasp through the tears. “my desperate thing. crying and begging and still so wet.” pumping faster. “go ahead then. cum for me again. show me.”
your whole body clenching. harder than before. the sounds you make, like music to my ears. hips grinding forward. shaking all the way through it.
working you through every second.
“good.” soft. affectionate. watching you come down. “that’s two.” fingers still moving. gentle now. slow. “ready for three?”
“no— no please— i genuinely can’t—” dissolving. completely gone.
“shh.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. fingers not stopping. just slowing. “i know. i know baby.” thumb circling lazy. “but your body can. and i’m going to show you.”
you making a sound that has no word in it. just exhaustion and want and the specific desperation of someone who has nothing left and still somehow needs more.
“that’s my good boy/girl.” murmured against your hair. “just one more. just feel it.”
working you slow and deep and completely without mercy until you break open a third time. smaller this time. quieter. but there. completely there.
then finally. finally stilling.
pulling you close immediately. both arms. your face against my chest.
“shh.” stroking your hair. your back. pressing kisses to your forehead. your wet cheeks. “you did so well. do you hear me? so so well.”
you shaking against me. trying to catch your breath.
“three times.” said so softly. so proudly. “you said you couldn’t and you did it three times.” tilting your face up. wiping your tears so carefully. “i’m so proud of you. so proud.”
you looking up at me. leaning into my touch.
“my good boy/girl.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. pulling you back in. “so perfect for me. always so perfect.“
