Zach’s hands rested on the crack of my ass, then slowly spread my cheeks. Just the tip of his finger tapped around the puckered ring of my entrance. I was already quivering with anticipation or need, I wasn’t sure which, but maybe even a mixture of both.
“More,” I urged.
I was greeted with his low chuckle again, but he pushed his index in up to the first knuckle. It really had been a while since I’d had sex, and the intrusion of something as small as his finger burned like hell.
Zach stopped his finger’s descent when I hissed. “Bad?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “No. Just…I need a moment. Or two.”
He nodded. “Just say when.”
I bowed my head, trying to relax and not focus too much on how absurd this probably was. I exhaled. “All right.”
Zach wiggled his finger inside me, and I was happy it no longer burned.
“You could try another,” I suggested.