A click told me he'd opened the lube. He put his other hand around my hip, guiding me back down again so that I rested on his legs.
Slick fingers pushed into my crease, unerringly finding that hot, wet opening he'd already worked over so thoroughly. His fingertips rubbed over me.
And then he pressed one in. I clenched around it.
Everything narrowed down to that penetration, the first time I'd ever had another man, anyone, anything, inside me.
I'd never even sucked a cock. Maybe I'd nibbled on someone's fingers at some point. But I'd never been penetrated at all.
His finger drilled deeper, twisting inside me, calluses abrading tender flesh. I panted into his shoulder, my mouth as wet and open as I was below, my lips slick against his collarbone.
He pulled back and then delved in again, this time with two fingers stretching me. They worked in and out, his knuckles pushing against my ass cheeks.
