Lapping up my second orgasm, his fingers trailed through my wetness, drawing it up to my arse and rubbing slow, teasing circles before pushing a finger in. I gasped at its sudden, delicious intrusion. My walls contracted around it, welcoming it in.

“Do you want to be double-rimmed?” He whispered, leaning close, so his lips could brush against my ears.

I jerked at the question, turning my head, even though I couldn't see anything. “Is Fred back?” I asked, wondering why I wasn't able to ...