Yet the words clung to the inside of his mouth, stubbornly refusing to emerge. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the primal urge that awakened at the thought of being the one to claim him now. When she finally—when she used it on me, it was like being claimed in a way I’d never imagined. She imagined guiding Larry, teaching him that pleasure could be found anew, her whispers mingling with his moans. Fuck, you are perfect!”
She knew before today, he had only had eyes for his wife. She started with shallow thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through him. The lube covered his asshole, and as she worked her finger in and out, she would add a bit more. Larry tensed, the touch a jarring reminder of the physical connection he’d shared with Cheyenne, how different it was from this simple gesture of camaraderie.
