Free Diving In by Bianca Giovanni Page A

much I want her right now.
    I reach between her legs and rub her clit for
a moment. She moans the second I touch it and I love looking up at
her and watching her while I make her feel good.
    “I wanna put my fingers inside you,” I
whisper to her, sounding all hungry and aggressive. It came out way
more lewd than I though it would.
    “Do it,” she breathes, her hips rolling a
little bit as I keep rubbing circles over her clit.
    Her mouth forms an “o” shape and she closes
her eyes when I let the tip of my finger slip between her folds and
into her. Oh my God! She’s so wet. Holy shit! She’s
wet and tight and I’ve never felt anything so perfect. I can say
with certainty that whoever gets to bang Lola is in for a fuckin’
treat because no girls I’ve been with have felt this good. The way
it would feel to be in her … I’d love that more than words can even
describe. I’m picturing it right now, actually—her on top of me
like this, riding my cock into a dozen orgasms until she collapses
onto me because she can’t hold herself up anymore.
    “That feels … so … good,” she pants as I
start to move my finger inside her.
    The look on her face is unimaginably
beautiful. She loves this. I can tell right away that this feels
better than what we did before—and she came really hard before, so
this must be incredible.
    “Can you take another one?” I ask, using my
other finger to trace a line down from her clit to her
entrance.
    “Let’s try,” she replies, her voice taking on
that husky tone of a girl who’s on the bullet train to pleasure
town.
    “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, ok?” I
say and she nods.
    She’s tight as hell, but she’s so wet that
it’s easier for my finger to slide into her. I feel her tense a
little, but not like it’s painful, more like she’s getting used to
this new feeling. From her reaction, I can guess that the other two
guys who fingered her never actually penetrated her. In a way, that
makes me feel kind of honored. As of this moment, I’m the only guy
who’s ever been inside her—even though it’s just my fingers.
    She gasps when I slowly stroke her g-spot and
she contracts in a few quick flutters. She’s getting there. She’s
getting there fast.
    “Oh! James!” She moans as I keep going.
    Hearing her moan my name like that might be
the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s totally naked, she’s on
top of me, I’ve got my fingers inside her and she moaning my
fuckin’ name now. I have to commit this to memory because it might
be the greatest thing I’ll ever get a chance to do.
    “You’re so beautiful, Lola,” I whisper before
my brain has a chance to filter the thought.
    She looks down at me and smiles through her
panting and moaning. I tell her she’s gorgeous all the time, but I
feel like she really absorbed it just now. She knows I’m not
bullshitting. I really do think she’s the prettiest girl in the
world.
    “Mmmm,” she exhales, her whole body starting
to curve back.
    “Put your hands right here,” I say,
instructing her to brace herself on my stomach. “Work your hips,
baby. Let yourself go.”
    She puts her palms on me and her body starts
working her body in this wave motion that amazes me. How has she
never fucked anyone? The way she moves is like a pro, like she just
knows how to ride it to get the most pleasure.
    Speaking of riding, that’s all I’m thinking
about right now: her on top of me riding something besides my
fingers. I’ve got my hand between her legs, but she’s also grinding
against me a little bit and I can feel how hard I am on the back of
my hand as I rub her spot.
    “Oh! Oh yes!” she says in a whimper.
    It’s starting. I’ve only done this a few
times, but I know it’s starting. Her body is an open book and all
this stuff seems to happen completely on instinct for her. Her
nipples get hard, her pupils dilate a little bit, she starts
breathing deeper, her hips make these little motions like