Kapitel 93: In the night when nothing else mattered (M)

"Na—Natha!"

Was that my voice, pathetically whimpering in a mix of whine and moan? That high-pitch keen and loud gasping sound that I only imagined existed in porn?

I had no idea. I had no leeway to discern the obcenity of my state as I grasped his hair and panted against his face, as he nuzzled on my cheek with a smile on his exploring lips. He still held me tight, and oh so tenderly on my back, making sure my bent figure and wobbly hips didn't topple down. But his other hand...oh, that effin' hand!

His fingers kept on exploring my inside, massaging the walls and digging deeper, as if widening a tunnel. He did it slowly, persistently, making sure it was wet enough for him to move, and halted for a bit every time I whined that it stung.